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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;] round toes poked the earth hesitantly, before landing the paw upon the dirt, a certain familiarity that made her heart ache. no, no need for that. how long has it been? some months perhaps, and even then it seemed like a whole year. departing from the penumb - excuse me, skyclan, had been all she'd thought about, and ultimately regretting. leaving behind friends and those she considered family, and even some who was even more than that. would they remember her now? are they even here? she would just have to find out.


    she muttered her old allies as she approached the border, repeating them so as to not forget. onyx, seto, irid, portland, summer . . . her olive eyes then softened with a fond memory of meeting them all over here, and she sighed before straightening herself and waiting. maybe she should've warned them of her arrival - no, better it is to be unexpected.

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    || Vella would be the first to arrive, or atleast what remained of the ex-heir. The citizen had shifted her bandana back over her mouth before padding over, her visible eye giving off an odd expression, one that would most likely be considered bored. "Name. Business." The feline droned. Yes, she was fairly sure she recognized this other. No, she did not care.



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    The she-cat would not initially remember her old friend, and she'd limp over as she heard Vella's words. A stranger? Great, yet another pair of eyes to settle on her leg wrapped in its white casting to prevent anything from hurting it. Tension was emitted in waves from the she-cat, the pain she hid cleverly disguised as mere grimaces at some moments when it was too much to hide. At night, when the kits were sleeping, she'd sit at the edge of the train car and wonder if keeping the leg was better than just chopping it off. Wouldn't she be happier with its scars?




    No. She needed her limbs, all of them, and later, this burn would be a bad memory and a terrible reminder of the pain she was able to go through and survive. If I can do this, how weak do you think I really am? The tortie's chest would bare markers of the fire, and her throat would be halfway burnt as well; visible, raw skin darkened and pale at the same time in both its agony and its numbness where nerves no longer could feel. She'd sit beside Vella, not really letting her eyes meet the stranger's, wondering just how much fear would lash into their eyes at the sight of her. A monster? No. But a gruesome reality check to what is war? Definitely.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;]the two felines approached her, and her posture became stiff, but vella's tone did not phase her, and she flattened her ears. “gretel, i'm just here to visit," the words rolled off her tongue akin to soft hiss. the red feline then cleared her throat, clearly not used to speaking. she then began to justify herself, “i don't plan on staying, i only need to see a few people before departing." to make sure they're alright. she then took note of vella, the eyepatch somewhat taking more of her attention, before allowing her gaze to fall on the tortoiseshell who didn't look up. she seemed oddly familiar, silver wings that one of her friends had, even with the matching coats. raising an eyebrow, gretel then observed her a bit more, before it all clicked - muddled scars and burns or not.


    “well, breadcrumbs, i'm surprised you chose to stay quiet," gretel murmured, allowing a small ghost of a small to appear upon her maw. if breadcrumbs didn't tip her off, then she didn't know what would.


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    Her eyes shot up and the mossy eyes that used to be golden scoured over the fiery feline. At first, she wanted to say it was her uncle, Garnetstorm, but he'd never called her 'Breadcrumbs', only one person had done that. But they'd left... "Gretel?" Came the soft question before relief and happiness flooded through her system. "Gretel!" She purred, shoving to her paws and then moving to give the familiar stranger a tight hug. She'd sit back on her haunches to do this, and use only her good leg to wrap around the red tabby's while her other hung a mere millimeter between her toes and the ground. Her back legs would take most of her weight until Gretel responded to the physical gesture. "Gret, I thought I'd never see you again."

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    It was a name that Wisteria was unfamiliar with, and yet, as the young child of Summerconstellations approached she saw the very essence of familiarity play out before her. It was the way that her mother seemed so excited, and so much younger despite the battle scars she wore upon her pelt. It was the way that she laughed, and it definitely was in the way that she was hugging the creature at the border despite the severe wounds she had lacing one side of her body. So how was it that a name she had never heard was something that brought back familiarity for someone else? She didn't quite know, but the more the young tortie thought about it, the more her pale golden eyes widened as she realized that yes- maybe she had heard the name before. But only around camp, only glimpses of stories she would never really know. Only one conclusion could really be made as it clicked in the young femme's head- that this was someone from the past, most likely.


    Curiosity more piqued now, the young girl walked forward, stopping just a little ways behind her mother as she looked up with large eyes, unsure of who this was still, even though the name was ringing in her ears. "Hello," she said softly, unsure if she'd even be heard in the reunion before her as she sat back on her haunches, not minding the wait as her mother and whoever else this was were to get caught up. Really, it was enough just seeing how the two interacted, and it brought a small smile to the young girls face.[/justify]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;] tight arms wrapped around her before she could do anything, but gretel returned summer's hug, laughing a bit. “has it really been that long?" she asked, somewhat to herself. gretel didn't think about it while she was gone; looking for a cat that was sickly was futile, and she gave up on the search. she felt that she couldn't return, it was too soon, and then she had to find herself. depraved of books didn't help, but it eased the matter in her head. “no, i had to see you guys again." letting her go, the red feline pulled back and tilted her head. “speaking of appearances, what happened to you? you look like a quilt." she meant no offense, but it was . . . shocking to see her like that. least of all she expected a broken wing, not this.


    hello. the soft voice almost went unheard to her ears, until she looked behind to see the tortoiseshell kitten. the latter seemed almost perplexed, and gretel noted of how her appearance resembled summer's. “hello there," she replied, flicking her nicked ear in greeting. she then looked back towards her friend and acknowledged the kit with a nod of her head. “kin of yours?"

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    She'd settle slowly so that her bad arm was just barely on the ground, her toes only. "Marcus happened. I pissed him off, and he took me somewhere, knocking me out. Then, I woke up to being in a bonfire. I got this leg stuck somehow, but got out in time. Magictrick, Irid's brother, died though." Then, she'd let her eyes go to Wisteria and smiled, pushing her injury to the back of her mind. "Yes. This is my daughter, Wisteria." Should she mention Icarus? No, not yet. She'd talk to her friend later, unless she asked now, and then she'd definitely answer, of course. "I have four, Snowkit, Frozenkit, Drugstorekit, and this little one."

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 415px; text-align: justify; font-size: 10px;] “oh, i'm sorry to hear that." her ears then flattened against her skull. “hopefully you plan on returning the favor?" being in a bonfire? the hell was up with this marcus character? her thoughts were then mirrored upon her face; one of a puzzled and curious stance. but on the matter of children, her eyes widened a bit with both shock and surprise. “i have four". gretel's gaze then travelled back towards wisteria and gave the kit a small smile. “they have beautiful names," she murmured, a soft hint of longing in her voice. “i'm sorry i wasn't present at their arrival; i would love to meet them. but who's their father? someone we know?"

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    Of course. He won't get away with this, but not after the... The 'bond'. Her ears would flatten to her skull for a heartbeat as she blushed a little bit. "Thank you, and ah... Their father's Icarus." Gods, there was literally no way to soften that. Oh yeah. Welcome back! By the way, I was cooked in a bonfire and my father-figure and our very own trusty old leader, yes the very same and familiar, icarus is the baby daddy. She was an idiot and there was something wrong with her for wanting to love him and not knowing if she could anymore.