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"So the shitheads didn't tell you." Concluded Ophelia, appearing out of the darkness with a hardly happy look thrown Xerxes's way. "I didn't want to come back." She explained, sauntering Deja's direction with a shrug. "Jiyu kidnapped me." All in all, she was happy. She got to see her son, and he was leaving the Elite, which made her double as happy. A warm smile spreading across her face, she enveloped him in a hug and nuzzled her maw info his neck fur. "I'm gonna miss you, Deja." She told him quietly, blinking back the tears.
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Getting more uneasy as he lay down, Ophelia shuffled a few paw steps forward so her head was where his head was, even if his was ten times the size. Nodding, she shrugged slightly, lifting a paw to rub her cheek which was extremely itchy. Despite her powers cleaning it up, there were a few drops of blood dotted along the edges still, but she didn't mind it right now. Best friends, she supposed they had always been. Angry or happy, there were always really close. She had two cats she was really close to, stuck to for the rest of her life left, Xerxes and Misery, who had apparently changed her name. Fiatte was gone, Ares was gone. Shrugging sheepishly again, the feline rolled her shoulders - which were extremely strained - and spoke. "Well, I'm not bitter now, see."
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Tensing as her cheek wound was cleared, Ophelia shrugged. "I like it in Blizzardclan. Jiyu shouldn't have brought me back." Was all the feline said, eyes on the ground.
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A sad smile spread upon the she cats maw at the sight, Ophelia watched as he padded off. Rubbing her eye with her paw because she didn't cry, the monochrome feline smiled down at Rhea. Adorable little girl, and a fighter too.
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"Thanks Prim." Replied the she, smiling slyly at the femme. Which, in Ophelia's terms, meant friendly. She was glad Prim had been promoted; she totally deserved it - more than any others did. Her gaze wandered, consuming time. Speak of the devil - angel - she was just about to ask for her mother when she arrived. However, she did indeed not know who it was at first, but a feeling swept over her and her eyes watered up emmediatly, maw gaping open and voice cracking. "M-mum?" She whispered in disbelief, but it wasn't the same, rough disbelief she had shown more for Rhea, but a warm and surprised one. Ears flattening in utter shock, she buried her face in the calico's pelt and then it hit her like a bullet; Herbs. "Misery." She breathed into the she's pelt, eyes forced shut.
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Jesus, how do they live here? Standing on a hill at the border, Harley cocked her head backwards and made a face. No cover from the rain, it looked like an empty landscape in the middle of no where. Supposing these Windclanners would be pretty could at hiding, the dazzlung tux stood at the border, the scares of hearts imprinted on her cheeks. "'Ey, guys, Blizzardclanner here." She called, her voice echoing across the landscape with a little help of her powers. Scratching her scarred neck, Harley sat and licked her lips, waiting.
[valentine's day dance thread - http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1456384.0 ]
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"Greetings. We'd like to invite you all to our Valentine's Day Dance." She explained, managing a small smile despite her hatred for romance.
[its being held early because the role player of the deputy will be gone for a couple of days so yeah. (: ]
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Harley arrived back from Windclan, taking lights strides in the party's direction. She wasn't one for romance, but she may as well come.
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"Oh, I'll go back. I just wanna catch up with some old friends that don't want me dead." She replied, drawing in the ground with her claw. "How have you been?"
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Ophelia's eyes narrowed slowly, and the more she listened, the more she felt sick. "What?" She spat, making a face and lifted a paw to her forehead. "Your fucking kidding me." Four litters. "Ohy-my-god. Who?"
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"What the fuck .." Breathed the tuxedo she as she arrived, eyes narrowed. Who made Rhea cry? Anyone who made Rhea cry was going to be slaughtered. "Aw - come here, honey, its all right." She repeated over and over again, curling around her granddaughter and rocking her slightly. Ophelia had yet to find out was happening, though it didn't look to good.
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Sola, Loran, she didn't really mind. Come on, she wasn't close to them one bit. But Scarlett and Jiyu? "Scarlett?!" She gasped, eyes widening. She bared her teeth at Xerxes, fur rising on her back. "You slept with Scarlett. Scarlett."
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Nodding with a dismissive shrug, Harley clambered up in her nest, seeing as she most likely wasn't going to sleep. "I'm fine." She assured, smiling a slightly giddy smile as she recalled the battle. It had been the best one she had in a long while and she supposed she needed something like that. "Nanook and Barronpaw gave me a hand, but that didn't mean we came out clean." She explained, lifting a paw to groom it. "How did you get on?"
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Even if she hadn't really 'disappeared' for more than a day and a half, Harley was finally headed in Blizzardclan's direction. Son of a bitches thought they could keep her there; that was a most definite nope. She wasn't dealing with all their crap for the third time, and the she had left. Possessing a Hyena body once she had gotten there, she had sadly gotten into a fight with two previous family members. Now, she had a cut across her neck and two love hearts imprinted and cut into her cheeks. Despite the aggression and anger she had shown towards the Elite and their bags of shit they called members, she kind of missed some, including her mother, and her three best friends. Everyone else could literally go die and she wouldn't give a flying shit.
Surprisingly, this hyena had longer fur, as she had found it in a snowier landscape, and Harley was perfectly suited to it. But, then again, it did have the biggest bell imaginable attached to a extremely large collar that covered half of her long neck. For the whole journey, she had been extremely irritated bye it, but she wouldn't die.
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"Love you, mum." *and then pretend she leaves a little mental love heart here* <3
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"Yeah." She mummered, biting her lip and taking a step back. With a playful smile, she spoke, "Your a great-grandmother now, you know." She explained, with a small giggle. Deja was certainly busy, was all she could say, as the embarrassing mother.
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Approaching hesitantly with a amused smile, Harley settled herself down beside the others, her huge bell jingling around her neck. "Its a car ..." She mused to herself, her smile growing as the dazzling hyena let out a yip of laughter. Wait, what the fuck was that? Clamping a huge paw over her maw as the hyena laugh rang, she blushed under her fur and bit her lip.
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Harley shuffled her feet, half terrified of all these swarming pro-clan apprentices. Blizzardclan was quiet, it was so nice and warm but then when you meet Riverclan and Thunderclan it starts getting scary. Biting her lip, she saw Incendre, May and the others and started off in their direction, seating herself beside the small group quietly and pinning her ears against her head. It almost reminded her of the Elite Prom with Fiatte, but jesus, much more frightening.
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Harley, or Ophelia, had grown, yet again, sick and tired of her feline body. It was torn to pieces and getting old, so here she was in a strikingly beautiful Hyena body. She supposed it wouldn't help much when she went back to Blizzardclan but, for the time being, it was *ing awesome.
She was now off in one wildcat's direction; Scarlett's. She had visited almost everyone, a couple of them threatening to - quote - "brutally slaughter the traitor". Harley couldn't care less what others thought of her, as long as it wasn't Scarlett, Xerxes, Misery of her kids that thought badly of her. And although Xerxes had for a long time, she was slightly distracted by something else to care. "Scarlett!" She yipped in a foreign voice, eyes narrowed as she skinned the Palace Walls.
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