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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; margin-top: -9px;][justify][size=9pt]IT WAS a strange sensation. The wolf was sitting in the very center of the new camp, her eyes closed as she breathed in deeply. HawkClan. There was the one thing that hadn't changed since she left: its scent. The aroma instantly triggered a horde of memories, each once dancing on the backs of her eyelids before fading as a new one arose. Asuka. Bitterblue didn't quite know why her face was the first one to manifest itself out of the darkness, but she didn't question it. She was just glad that she could remember her mentor. The feline had been the first one to show her the ways of HawkClan's highly esteemed warriors. It had been terribly sad when her body was discovered on the outskirts of the old clan's territory, murdered by an invisible attacker. The next face that arose was Bistre, an old friend and the man who had replaced Asuka as her mentor. According to the rumors, the black smoke had become leader for a brief period of time before leaving the clan in order to find Harrierbeat. It seemed that the two had loved each other until the very end, a fact that warmed the canine's heart. She had been a bridesmaid at their wedding.
Bitterblue continued to think, the quiet serenity surrounding her ushering more memories in as she drew in another breath. Home.
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