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Sasha had been missing for a few hours, though the fae wobbled into camp unharmed not too long after. Her eyes flicked around before a smirk came across her maw. To anyone that was watching, it was obvious that Sasha wasn't in her right mind.
The fae then began changing. Her body morphed into a fit, healthy body with no scars or bald patches. The spine jolted up as if it was breaking before returning to her normal stance. The smirk remained, and her silver eyes flicked into a fearful set of blue eyes before jolting back to the silver it had been since she had returned.
Sasha began laughing a bit, before tearing the white cloak from her body and throwing it aside. The fae then took a proud stance, smirking a bit as her chuckles faded. Her eyes narrowed before opening her jaws to smirk.
"Well then, Thunderclan." Sasha said, speaking properly rather then telepathically. "Thank you so much for taking care of my damaged form, but it seems it is time to claim my broken half. Your Sasha is no longer existent. She will be resigning from her pitiful rank in this pitiful clan. I'd like to introduce myself. I am Sasha Alastair, general, or Vice Leader of the Tribe of Burning dreams. This is what happens when you deny a alliance from us in such a close minded, rude way. Let's make this a day to remember, hm? Get 'em boys."
