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    Eliza


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    The young kitten approached the border, her nose wrinkling at the scent of ThunderClan. It smelled different from RiverClan, and everything around her smelled kind of weird. Regardless, Eliza stayed put with a confident look on her face, even though she was evidently shaking.
    She hadn't seen Sasha before, but she wanted to meet her before Ani decided to visit here as well. That would be something to boast about when they were older. "Um... Mother?" Eliza called out as her big eyes scanned the territory in front of her.


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    [justify]"Who?" Chas asked as he padded over, sniffing the kitten and aiming to poke her gently with one paw. "Who left this on the border?" He asked himself under his breath. It smelled like Riverclan; maybe another one of Verr's brood? But those had been puppies, not kittens. "Who's your mother? Maybe I can take you to her."
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    Eliza


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    Eliza took a surprised step back as a large tom appeared in front of her, prodding her gently on the ribs. Her ears pricked up as he muttered something, but she wasn't able to catch exactly what he said. Only ' border' was the word she barely caught.
    Shaking herself, Eliza replied hesitantly to his question. "My mother is Sasha."
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    Hmm, who was this? Ms. O came over. "Greetings." she spoke, cocking her head.


    Oh. Her mother was Sasha? Heh, wow, one of Sasha's kids. Ms. O's enemy had not been herself lately. "I'm sure she'll be here shortly."

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    He opened his mouth to tell the kid that Sasha was very different, she could barely talk anymore. Deutschstar promptly shut his mouth only after a few seconds, deciding against it. Instead, he just hung out at the back of the small crowd, nodding his head and murmuring "Ja" every once in a while. Besides, he was still feeling sick, he didn't want to get anyone else vomiting.


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    serious + authoritative + dominate + stubborn + independent
    perfectionist + pessimist + realist + cynical + war strategist


    physically extreme; mentally/spiritually moderate; weapon-fighting moderate
    attack in yellow | most powers | no capture/kill without permission


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    HAIL TO THE GERMAN BLOOD!
    BLACK, RED, AND GOLDEN ARE OUR PRIDE!

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    The fae's ears swivled in the direction she heard her name be mentioned. Her eyes widened a bit, before scrambling into her den. She needed something to cover herself with, something that would hide her malnurished body.
    Wrapping a white cloak over her, the fae then pulled the hood up just enough to cover the scars and bald patch on her head. Sighing nervously, the fae then began padding towards where she heard the group. Hopefully, she didn't scare her.


    Eventually, Sasha approached. Her silver eyes focused on Eliza, blinking carefully as she studied her. So, this was her and Brooklyn's kid? Well, at least, one of them. Now, Sasha was wondering when the others would be delivered to live with her.
    "H-h-hello." Sasha murmured, trying to speak as clearly as she could.

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    Eliza


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    Eliza directed her gaze as two more of thunderclan's members joined them. She dipped her head slightly to the red fox in silent greeting, though she was a bit intimidated since she'd heard foxes were a bad thing. Nevertheless, the kitten remained somewhat calm, even around the interesting colored German shepherd. His markings looked like something that wouldn't be seen often, so she took in the characteristics before lifting her head up as a new scent wafted into the air.


    Here approached the assistant deputy of ThunderClan and her mother, Sasha. Eliza was a bit hesitant to reply back. She looked a bit... well, unwell. There was a dull color in her eyes that Eliza thought would be filled with surprise and excitement. However, Eliza ignored that fact and gave Sasha her usual beaming smile. "Hey, mother!" [/fancypost]


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    "H-h-hello." Sasha mumbled again, before returning a light smile. "Y-you-your all-already s-s-s-so b-b-big."
    It took a lot of concentration, but Sasha managed to pull together a normal sentance, despite it being full of stuttering. She was happy about that, but was still very nervous around Eliza. The last thing she wanted to do was scare her with her appearance.