[center][fancypost=bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 410pt; text-align:justify]Pinkplastic wasn't sure why she was back here.
The smoldering remains of her once living space were now ashes and dust, and she knew deep inside had to be the charred bodies of the ones she had grown to know as 'mom and dad'. Even if they were not the most perfect of parents ("Oh, far from it."), they still gave her a place to grow up and explore the tiny world around her. The thick woods she played in as a cub, the rivers she learned to swim in, and even the rock pile she used to practice her pyrokinetic abilities out of the eyes of those neglectful folk. "Why have I returned? I know this will only bring bad memories back." She thought crossly, her claws digging into the charred remains of a nest. "Gods, it even still smells like them. It still..smells like blood. Is it just a memory? Or are they going to haunt this place, haunt me, for the rest of time?"
Her crystal coloured eyes dulled considerably, and she looked away from the scene.
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