so where do we go now||crimson

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    [font=georgia]Opalescence padded through the manor of the Elite with heavy paws, her mismatched eyes looking around her environment with keen interest. It was now to face the facts, the stylist job she loved was gone. Without it, the scarred she-cat had nothing. Now, it was time to reshape her destiny."Sola?"

    [justify][size=8]"Yes?" Sola questioned softly as she approached, green gaze kind as she offered a smile and wave of her tail in greeting. "May I help you with something?"

    Opalescence opened her mouth and then closed it. She felt her frame shake and a sob fight to escape her throat. It was okay to be afraid, but not in the Elite. She knew this. It would be her first lesson. Gulping back her sadness, she picked herself back up. "I-I need training," she blurted. "I mean, I want to become a fighter."