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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]♛ A scientist could discover a tornado days before it came, the drastic change in the weather patterns, high winds. Lucinda, instead of fleeing into the bunker like she should, decided running away would have been better off for the lynx. She had escaped death so many times that the large lynx felt as if she needed some spice to her life, and well, watching worriedly as a tornado raged through the place she had called home, walked the lands and led, that had been enough spice for the demifemale. It seemed that the possibility of returning to find nobody there took Lucinda by the hand and dragged her off with the wind, because when the lynx's eventual return came, the place was beaming with... life, still. They were okay, thank god. The memories of finding this place, walking along the fields of biome one with Imperialexecution, watching the bison traverse the field. Her voyages with Emptyskies to biome two, where they could watch the daffodils bloom. Or perhaps, the bad memories. Such as finding Jasper, paralyzed and a cripple at the bottom of a cliff in the middle of bime six.


    And yet.


    Lucinda had to come back. Leaving this place wasn't an option, where could the goggle-wearing lynx go? Back to her owners? Like hell she would. A wild life suited the former domestic cat much more than what she had been given back in Paris. Time to return, again, for the -- what was it? -- Third time? Emptyskies better not have gotten another girlfriend during her time away.


    The former leader, former doctor, lifted up a dead tree with almost no effort at all as she crossed the border, hoping her dull and fading ColouredClan scent would give anybody the right idea. Maybe some people would recognize her.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]So many people were returning. HImself, Dimitri, Impavid, Grey.... And now, Lucinda. He spotted the ever so familiar looking lynx and squinted; why was she carrying a tree? He stumbled over, eyes now wide as remembrance washed over him. "L-L-Luc....?" He said, unable to finish his sentiment. He was still weary, unsure if was even her. It had been so long since he had seen the demigirl; did he even remember what she looked like? Was this just someone who looked vaguely familiar? His head swarmed with a million different questions.


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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 370px;font-size:8pt;line-height: 130%;][justify]Honestly, Nighttales had not been expecting to stumble across Lucinda's familiar demeanour for a while, now. Something about her seemed a little.. one would say - alternating, from her usual spirited and aloof behaviour, but he wouldn't pry into that at the moment. No, instead, for now, he had simply quirked a fictional brow, brief surprise skirting his suave features, as he drew to a halt nearby. "Lucinda?" The Commander would resound, briskly, gaze shifting from the decaying tree that she seemed to brandish, to her features. Where to.. Where to even begin, huh? Nighttales had no idea. He had no idea as to where she had been. What kind of life she had decided to fulfill during her time away.. How she was doing, and whether she had been taking care of herself.. He supposed that he'd start there, however. It was simple, but the most prominent of questions at the moment. "Long time no see, huh? How have you been holding up? Are you here to return?" A part of him hoped that she would be. Whether her return would be temporary, or permanent, he was fond of her company, and missed having the former leader, and former doctor, lingering around nearby, whether she was yelling about science, or simply being a decent comrade overall.


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    So many clanmates from her childhood were returning, and she wasn't sure of what to make of it. The feline popped up from behind Nighttales, her seafoam-pastel pink eyes blinking up at Lucinda in awe. "Welcome back, Lucinda!" Eagerly greeted the girl. Maybe if others were returning, there could be a possibility for her parents to come back, too? It was a long shot, but Pastelgalaxies decided to hold onto hope. After all, anything could happen out of the blue, right?
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    Greymatter watched as Nighttales and Billy greeted the Lynx. They seemed to recognize her, calling her by name. Lucinda. Wasn't that the name of Blackpaw's mother? It seemed she had been gone from the clan for quite some time. She wondered if she had known the Lynx.


    The femme squinted, trying to take in any recognizable features--anything that might've triggered a memory. Nothing seemed to click.


    The grey femme jumped down her tree, using her wings to glide softly to the ground. She stood behind the others, politely waiting for the lynx's response to their questions.



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    The angora, bringing up the rear of the group, would shift on his paws, pale blue gaze searching over the lynx with an intense amount of curiousity. His comrades seemed to have recognized her, but Gideon sure didn't. It made him feel bad somewhat, not knowing who all these returning members were.


    He had only ever heard of Lucinda... once, maybe? He knew she was a mom to a few of his clanmates, which was the extent of his knowledge on the topic. He was sure, though, that eventually he would learn more about her. "Welcome back, mate. Gideon 'ere."
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    He heard the name. He knew that scent. That was all the tom needed. He had been on the roof again, more awake than last time and not willing to fall. He crawled back into his window, pounded loudly against his fathers door, and bolted. Right into camp, right past town square, and right up until he saw the gentle soft silver-brown fur of the Eurasian Lynx. "Mom!"




    He didn't stop, smile growing on the apprentices face as he merely slowed his pace down and practically ran into his mother. There he was, the last of the litter, greeting his mother again like he hadn't seen her in moons. It had certainly felt like it.... the worst thought had crept and stayed in the toms mind since they left the bunkers and had to move homes.




    Purring erupted from the bengal, pressing his head into her flank and refusing to part with her.




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    It was no surprise who it was by the time Fright even come over to participate in staring at the person on their border like he had nothing better to do, which wasn't always true, because sometimes he was a very busy kind of guy. No guessing was needed, everyone gave it away with their talking.


    Lucinda was back.


    He supposed he should be happy, but it was hard to say he even lived here under her rule. He come almost directly immediately the day she stepped down. It gave others peace to see her again and that was enough to accept her. "Welcome back then, Lucinda. Is it good to be back?" Frightfur asked at measure in his slightly cheerful, slightly sarcastic tone of voice.


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    ♚ It hadnt been long ago since the blackblood had entered and joined ColouredClan, bringing in his belongings and a new trailer, and he never really knew the people around him then, but heard stories of the one before him. Lucinda, was it? The feathered dragin made his way over, wiping the inky substance of oil from his bandaged claws as he gazed down at the lynx. "I am Flighttaken, it's a pleasure to meet you," he introduced, gently.


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    Midnight wasn't an oldie like literally everyone else, but she remembered Lucinda. She'd always wanted to know more about the female, but unfortunately, life swept the former leader and medic elsewhere. To where, she wouldn't know, but maybe someday she'd find out. Hanging back behind the growing crowd of other Colouredclanners, she'd find a large tree stump to sit on and look on from there. If she happened to catch Luci's eye, she'd give a wave of her paw in greeting, her face more or less placid in expression. Hopefully she'd remember the blackblood.
    It would be nice to be remembered, like Lucinda was to her clanmates.


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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=; width: 400px;][justify][size=8]♛ Dropping the tree as the sound of a faint and stuttery voice, Lucinda jumped a bit at the abrupt noise that it emitted when it hit the ground. So she seemed to gain super strength now, which was nice. But that was all the lynx really had under her belt. She had grown to be more serious, laid back. Y'know, when she wasn't around all these ColouredClanners that did a fantastic job of making her crazy. "Billy?" She murmured his name with shock, staring at her old friend with a gaped jaw. "You're back!? Since when? And why? I-I'm sorry." She wouldn't explain why, not yet.


    "Lucinda?"


    "Yes, sir?" Responded Lucy with a small frown, looking at the leader with wide eyes. Wonder what happened to Yuri. Oh well, she never liked his morales anyway. Much like her relationship with Impavid. They had different values but still, were close friends. "Only like... four to six months." Tried to say, shrugging. "I've been... well. I'm fine, always." So she was trying, hard, to keep her cool around these guys.


    Graymatter makes her way over.


    By the gods! Does everyone come back when she leaves? Huh. But... she doesn't say anything. She didn't even seem to remember her! Damn it, amnesia. The literal same thing that she had a little less than a year ago. Ah. Gideon came over and she gave a simple smile, still a bit shaken. "Hello, I'm Lucinda." She hadn't even stated if she was returning, but who was she kidding, of course she was. She couldn't leave her kids alone anymore.


    Speak of the devil, well, one out of a lot of them. She was embraced by her child and then was clung to. A smile traversed her features and she attempted to give her son a big, strong bear hug. "Hey, mommy's boy." Cooed the ex-leader teasingly to her son. How could she leave this?


    "Yeah, it's good to be back."



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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify][font=georgia]Relief flooded over him as she said his name. He was a little afraid she might've forgotten; Grey had lost her memories after all, or maybe he just hadn't been important enough to leave an impact on her. He listened to her, tears brimming in his blue eyes. God, it felt good to be around people he knew. But when she apologize, he blinked, tilting his head off to the side. Why was she sorry? He should be the one that was sorry -- he was the one who died and left everyone without a trace.


    "I d-d-don't know wh-why I'm back." He admitted truthfully. Part of him wished he hadn't come back, that he had stayed dead. He bit his lip at the thought, trying to push it to the back of his mind. "A w-w-week? M-Maybe." He stammered. He wasn't too sure how long he'd been back, admittedly. He used to constantly keep the time and date, however now the point was moot. "Wh-Why...?" He trailed off, about to ask why she was sorry, however she was focused on other matters now. He wiped a tear away, smiling. How much he had missed his old friends.


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    Frightfur stared smiling at the returner for a moment—then he dropped it all, along with his spirits. "Yeah...so that's great, Lucinda. I'm happy for ya..." he was quieter than he had been and somewhat dejected. Sure, this was one big happy reunion so he had no reason to be upset, right?


    Wrong.


    This was a great big happy reunion that he held no part in. No miserable bastard would be glad to see him. These were all family and deep-rooted friends. He had none of that. He wasn't part of the family and thus he may as well turn in the reins. He was just an onlooker here and not much more. His interest waned and the sting on his face was covered up by his only attempt to appear 'okay.' "Enjoy your time back, I've just remembered I've forgotten to do something else...elsewhere," those were his last words on scene, then he was padding away slowly, metal paws [i]clinking as he went.


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    [hr]curt was the last of the seemingly three remaining siblings to embrace lucinda in a bear hug. the usually graceful second-in-command was lost in the flurry of limbs and fur and strangled happy-cries and was, quite frankly, a mess. "i- i," the girl broke off into a chuckle, wiping away involuntary tears as she went. this was embarrassing. "where have you [i]been?    "


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    ☾ Lucinda gave her a meaningful look, the kind others gave when they recognized her. But that look turned to confusion which slowly gave way to pity. Guilt wormed its way into her heart when she realized that Lucinda had guessed she had amnesia. But all the ex-leader had given her was a look. She didn't greet her or anything.


    Which was understandable, given there were her children and friends who could actually remember her to worry about. Not to mention new clanmates who had never met her and needed introductions.


    Greymatter respectfully drew from a distance, feeling just as out of place as Frightfur had felt.



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