GREETINGS FROM CALIFORNIA — RETURN

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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Perhaps she'd grown up. Maybe just a little.


    Dainty alabaster paws stepped onto the border of WindClan. Truly, it seemed that nothing had changed since her absence. The moors hadn't been burnt to the ground yet, to her surprise. It was as though time had stopped, and now that she was back the clock had begun ticking away once more.


    "I need a drink," Peachmoon mumbled to herself. "Champagne would be nice." Pale blue eyes scanned the premise for any WindClanners that may have been wandering about. No one in sight, it seemed. How troublesome, indeed. Hopefully someone would show themselves soon.


    She wondered if anyone from the past was still around. Probably not. People came and went so quickly in WindClan; it was always so difficult for her to remember the names and faces of everyone. Not that she had ever cared to learn them in the first place.


    Taking a deep breath, the feline wondered again: Would Jax still be here? Surely not, right? She wouldn't know what to do with herself if she'd run into her husband...or ex-husband, perhaps? She wasn't quite sure what he was anymore. It'd been such a long time since the last time she'd seen her darling. Peachmoon had changed a lot since that, and it wouldn't be any surprise if he had as well.


    Shaking off the quite dismal thought, the snowy white feline focused her baby blue gaze straight ahead. "Hello? It's Peachmoon Banner," the ex-medic called out. "If you remember me, I'm back. If not, then nice to meet you." Was is nice to meet them? Maybe.

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    Like a moth to glowing lamp light came the alabaster fae, a soft voice floating past her ears drawing her towards the border. She was curious, being pulled by that emotion like a puppet on thin strings until she slowed to a stop close to the border. The familiar cold edge of fear laced through her veins, as oddly light grey luminaries settled on the foreign soul. She really needed to start convincing Apollo not to leave her alone. They said curiosity killed the cat, but she couldn't help but just wander a little further than she was taught to.


    Clocks ticking. She never thought about how the clocks were always ticking away. She supposed she never really had a clock. Her time past was frozen and lifted away by her lover, but she didn't really mind. So it surprised her to see so much time in another creature's darker eyes. Tereza wasn't from this time, but she wouldn't recognize the name of Peachmoon's love either, unfortunately. What she did have in her mind was the image of the fae as she padded towards her, a pleasant smile on her lips. She'd seen Cherviltea do these. "Can I help you, miss?"
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    Holydove did not recognize the female, so the rabbit assumed that she had either been a member before she had joined or a member that had joined during the time she had been away. Either way, she didn't mind all that much. It was always nice to meet new people. The rabbit sat beside Tereza, having heard Peachmoon earlier. "Ah-- I believe she's either joining the clan or visiting" she told her pretty clanmate before turning back to the stranger with a sheepish smile and adding. "-- Correct me if I'm wrong. It's nice to meet you, Peachmoon. I'm Holydove."
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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=transparent; width: 325px;][justify][size=9pt]— Takumi was following Tereza. Pathetic, he knew. But she was just so... so something. He couldn't put his paw on what made her so entrancing. At her joining, someone - Farewellkit, maybe? - had made a comment about the beauty of her soul. Was that it? Or was it more sinister? Maybe she was manipulating his emotions, so she could catch him off guard and kill him while-


    Alright, that was probably overthinking it. As soon as the boy noticed her move to greet someone at the border, me tried his best to melt from the shadows and approach casually, as if he'd only happened by and hadn't been semi-stalking her. His dark gaze flickered over to Peachmoon, a frown pulling at his lips. Immediately he felt a flush come to his face. She... was pretty, too. Just, in a different way. Ugh, why was this happening to him all of a sudden? Takumi preoccupied himself by plucking at the string of the bow slung over his shoulder. He cleared his throat, awaiting an answer. "...Takumi. Pleasure."


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    Milktea didn't know a Peachmoon. But, from her words, it seemed like she used to be here... probably a long time ago. Even Holydove didn't know her, which was strange... Holydove was perhaps the oldest person in the clan that she knew. Or, no, not the oldest; she had just been here the longest.


    "Nice to meet you. I'm Milktea," the lynx said, dipping her head respectfully.


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    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]Unlike all the others present, Sam most certainly remembered Peachmoon. However, the alabaster female was in a form unfamiliar to the lioness: the last Sam had saw of Peachmoon was when she was still within her vixen form, which seemed rather fitting to Sam. Foxes were cunning and sly, known for their intelligence. Known to be deceptive, lying, scheming. Yes, those adjectives fit Peachmoon quite well. Broad paws pressed relentlessly into the snow as Sam traveled across the familiar moors, seeking out old trails she once trekked daily before removing herself from WindClan and going into hiding. The crisp crunching of snow was the only sound occupying the lioness for the majority of her journey, making it rather jarring when a myriad of voices masked the white noise of her steps. Earthen gaze carefully surveying the ivory landscape, splotches of colour that indicated the presence of her Clanmates drew Sam near. Her small ears inclined to catch the exchange of words, Sam's lips curled downward into a small frown at the familiar placid tone of Peachmoon that Sam had not heard in what was almost an entire year now. Hazel-green eyes carefully fixing on the feline, Sam made her way to stand alongside Kate. "Peachmoon." She greeted in a neutral tone, carefully inspecting the female once assigned to her as a mentor. It was... it was odd to think she had succeeded Peachmoon. Not only Peachmoon, but her husband as well. Rising from the rank of Head Medic to Leader, erasing an era of war that Jax had carved. Lifting up a paw to adjust the red scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, Sam carefully lowered herself into a seated position before flicking her gaze over Peachmoon. There was only one set of tracks, meaning Peachmoon came alone: yet she never remained alone. Sam distinctly called the numerous visits Jax received from Peachmoon- their relationship was rather astounding to Sam. She always figured it to be a sinking ship, with too many holes to stay afloat. Seemed that now was not the time that she'd discover whether or not she was correct.


    "Welcome back." Sam spoke flatly, finding it difficult to inject enthusiasm into her tone and therefore deciding to skip trying altogether. Part of the lioness questioned if Peachmoon would even remember Sam, but the notion was quickly dismissed. She decided it didn't matter, as both of them were forgettable faces that had lost their worth in WindClan.


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    [fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Ah. It never took long for anyone to appear, did it? Another white feline first approached the dame, to which Peachmoon peeked her ears toward in interest. "I am returning to my...home." It was odd to refer WindClan as though it were her birthplace, but it was where she had devoted most of her life to. The Skulls had only been an early stage in her life, and WindClan was perhaps her coming of age. Except she was childish the whole way round then.


    A rosy blush flushed the girl's cheeks as the next few approached. None were anyone Peachmoon recognized, though she decided that was likely a good thing. The respect and kindness she was receiving was also quite assuring. "Pleasure to meet you all." Perhaps now she could turn a new leaf without anyone noticing.


    Of course, this all seemed too good to be true until a rather familiar face made its way over. Peachmoon. Indeed, that was her name, and it was not spoken with a lighthearted smile. It was Sam—why, of course it was Sam, when had she ever truly left? Peachmoon returned her uninterested gaze with a dainty smile and an almost cocky glimmer in her eyes. "Hello, Sam," the fae spoke. It seemed she'd never dropped that crimson scarf either. Some things never did change, did they? "Thank you. Good to see you again."

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0px; cursor: url(http://i.imgur.com/hsome8B.png), auto;][justify][size=9pt]"Thank you. Good to see you again."


    Peachmoon's courtesy was rather surprising to Sam, not that the champagne lioness expressed such outwardly. Small ears angling backward as she listened to the ivory feline's honeyed words, Sam chose to remain silent for a few more seconds. This was rather different from what Sam was used to, or at least, had grown to expect from Peachmoon. Perhaps this was because of her separation from Jax? It was rather shameful to think she had misjudged Peachmoon that badly, yet it was another possibility lingering in her thoughts. A gentle sigh released a thin mist into the chilled air, lips curling into a tentative smile. "As it is, you," the wildcat responded in a placid tone, earthen gaze roaming curiously across Peachmoon's new form. How long had she inhabited the body of a domestic feline? Or for that matter, was there a particular reason Peachmoon had chosen to switch bodies? She never seemed particularly sentimental to Sam, in hindsight, so it was likely she switched merely because she could. Deciding Sam had humored the thought long enough, she instead shifted her focus to a different matter. "Do you intend on staying long?" The lioness inquired, briefly shifting her gaze down to Kate before returning her attention to Peachmoon, half-smile flickering off of her features to be replaced with a slight frown. "... A lot has changed."


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    Oh! So Sam knew her. The former leader had been in Windclan long before she had, so it didn't surprise her all that much. The medic shuffled sideways and leaned against Sam in a comforting, warm gesture before smiling up to her reassuringly. "So you guys know each other?" she sounded more curious then anything, letting her gaze flicker between the pair. Boy the tension was so thick she could practically choke on it.
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