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    It had sure been a while since Callisto, now Agatha, had seen her mother and siblings. She was the demon of discord and yet, she still loved her family. The female walked towards the border and entered her birth Clan's territory. "Agatha Pluma, rejoining."

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 450px; text-align: justify; font-size: 8pt;]Agatha Pluma. She had lived in this clan before, returning likely to seek out some old members - it was not certain, but sentiment did often drag people back to their homelands. Even Baccalaureate had limbered on back to BloodClan because it was his only true home; there was nothing there for him but the familiarity of the name, and yet he had forced himself to stand at the border once more, out of some odd urge.


    But he was presently in SunClan, sweeping cold, calculating crimson eyes over the female. " Welcome back to SunClan, Agatha. My name is Baccalaureate Harbringer; pleased to make your acquaintance. " he spoke in a monotone, nodding once.


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    THE PLAN WAS TO DRINK UNTIL THE PAIN WAS OVER

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    [align=center][font=century gothic][font=georgia]BUT WHAT'S WORSE, THE PAIN OR THE HANGOVER?[hr][/fancypost]
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    Kate didn't know the Baccalaureate guy either, but she didn't say anything about it yet. She evidently hadn't been there at his joining, but at least she could be there for one of Mist's children. The last name Pluma was one that had made an impact on Kate's life, and she promised herself that she'd be there for any of Mist's family. And yet, this female seemed much more to the point, without any extra chit chat. Although, maybe that would return. Padding forward, Kate gave a smile and a nod. [b]"Hey there! I'm Kate, welcome back." She realized she was really echoing everyone else but thought better of it, telling herself that she'd find Agatha another time and try to get to know her.

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    YOU MORTALS HAVE A GLORIOUS GIFT FOR SELF-DESTRUCTION...









    "Agatha...?" Mist's voice rasped a bit as the goddess walked forwards almost unsteadily, the red blindfold across her face crinkling a bit. Oh. Oh god. "Callisto?" A large smile finally broke her quiet demeanor, and gold-hued tears started to fall down her face from under the blindfold. The husky moved forwards again slowly, then attempted to bring her daughter into a tight hug, wings and all. "I missed you...so, so much." She whispered, her smile sticking. Was her family coming back? Could they? Mist didn't dare get her hopes up.They had been crushed too many times, just like this.








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