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She was cold. Everything about her was cold. Once, a long, long time ago she was the sun, filled with warmth and joy, she had so much to give, so much to see and do. Oh, she was naive then, full of rose-tinted ideologies and a blind hope that everything in the future would work out, but it didn't. Nothing worked out for her. First, she heard the news in the RiverClan when she went to look for Spellbook. Her mother, Meenah, was gone, and that was only the first of the grief that would plague her. Her best friends, they could never be found and-and her father, her daddy, he was presumed dead.
Bitterness soon began to fill her heart and the jaguar threw herself into her work. She killed for a living, she killed for a warm place to sleep at night and guaranteed safety when she dropped a lifeless head in front of her client, but she killed for other reasons too. She murdered so others could be at peace, she slaughtered so that the world could be without criminals, but, but she lost herself as well. For all the good Temari did, she slowly lost her heart. And without a heart who was she? Just a weapon to be used? A tool to be thrown away when she did her job?
The blue jaguar was wandering across the sprawling plain, her feet carrying her as her head hung limply against her chest. Temari's once sparkling blue eyes were lifeless, focused on nothing as she stumbled through tall grass. The blood, the blood was everywhere. She could feel it between her toes, buried in her claws, splattered against her pelt. It wouldn't wash away, no matter how hard she tried.
She was so tired and so lost. She just wanted to go home, to be surrounded by family but-but that could never happen because they were dead. Dead and buried in the ground.[/justify]
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