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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Head bobbing in an agreement with the rhetorical question, eyes studying her best-friend, narrowing slightly as she caught the hazy that clouded her gaze as she let innocent, blissful memories take her back to her childhood. In all honesty, Louvreart could barely remember who she had been when Willowstar was still around. That Louvreart and this Louvreart were completely different beings, at least to her, and it was just because of the body switch. At the former leader's awkward query, the cheetah let out a small laugh. It wasn't a sarcastic or menacing one, rather one that genuinely confused. Why were they acting like this? They used to be as thick as thieves and now they were as distant as a mouse and a cat.
"C'mon Wildstreak, what's wrong?" the motherly former deputy questioned, chocolate orbs round with concern as she could tell something was on the feral feline's mind.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Louvreart. No mom? Ears flattening against her skull as she felt a spear force it's way with ease directly through her heart, the cheetah attempted to shake off the incident and pull a smile back upon her father. Although her daughter was a full-grown feline, mentally and physically, the cheetah still excepted to be addressed as mother or mom, not Louvreart. At her daughter's sudden outburst once again, the former deputy felt her head tilt to the side, brows furrowing and eyes narrowing. Even though the graceful wild-cat possessed many powers, such as telepathy and super senses, the sight was one thing that remained a mystery to her and something she didn't exactly find herself longing to obtain. After all, contacting the afterlife, in her opinion, was down right creepy and she'd be more than happy to stay clear away from. But not everyone had that choice. What are you talking about? Are you alright? She questioned, concern coursing through the mother. Her daughter was acting as if all her sanity had left her, and this was frightening her.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]"Interesting and clever, I like it Stickypaw. You should talk to Cop- Noirstar about that." As she realized her mistake, correcting herself mid-word, a great pain clawed into the female's heart. Copperstar was still ill, with what was a mystery to her and the majority of the clan, but Louvreart wasn't just anyone. She was one of the leader's best, and oldest, friends and she knew that the leader needed her. But Noirstar had ordered not only her, but the rest of the clan to stay clear of the lioness for he didn't want the sickness to spread. This wouldn't stop the determined cheetah though, nothing would stop her from reaching her ill friend.
"That's a nice idea too, Thurio," Louvreart complimented the male, forcing herself out of her thoughts and into the present.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Chocolate eyes stared up at the crystal-clear, azure sky above. An obscure figure flew ahead, and by the loud call the former deputy instantly recognized the voice to be her niece. Pain attached into her core at the thought of her dear brother, Cordelia's father. Russianroulette's death had hit her like a tidal wave. Due to their passionate sibling bond, the moment his heart stopped beating gave the female a heart attack, knocking her to the ground and momentarily paralyzing her. It was probably the most frightening event that had ever occurred, at least to her, for she didn't know what the hell was happening. She had been able to regain proper use of her five senses and retreated back to camp to hear that her brother had passed. Bitterness had tainted her heart for she knew that in her brother's last months of life he had been a dick. His sanity had been drained down the gutter and it wasn't something that made Louvreart happy to admit, but that didn't mean it hurt any less when he died.
"Be careful," Louvreart murmured lightly. The eagle who was formerly known as Jessie was the last piece of Russian she had left to hold dear to, and as a promise to her brother and his love that she made centuries ago, she would protect his children like she would protect her own.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]"Are you alright?" the cheetah questioned, padding up to stand alongside Thurio Marcavellio as the former deputy of Hawkclan studied the confused male before him. He looked as if he had just had a good dose of catnip, but yet again it was hard to tell who was high upon the drug and who wasn't. The cheetah flicked an ear, sensing another feline nearby, but she wouldn't worry about it. Her top priority was making sure this feline, whoever he may be, was ok.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Waltzing forward to stand beside her niece, the former deputy of Hawkclan dipped her head in a silent greeting to the unfamiliar snow leopard. The cheetah twitched an ear, chocolate orbs only full of warmth for the female who Cordelia appeared to know very well. Gaze momentarily flicking over toward Dacnomaniacalpaw, Louvreart bobbed her head in a greeting to the feline before forcing her attention back to Ridley.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Obscure, deep chocolate orbs stared at the kitten who had somehow escaped out of camp. The former deputy of Hawkclan lifted her gaze momentarily, searching the scene to see if there was anyone else around RobinHood Glacia only to find that he was alone. The cheetah let a small smile lace her lips as she proceeded forward toward the small fur-ball. The mother of four litters stared at the two-leg contraption, a knot tying in the pit of her stomach as she didn't recognize the object.
"I'd be careful with that, we don't know what it can do," Louvreart murmured gently.
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[fancypost bgcolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 300px; overflow: auto; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 8pt; color: black; text-align:justify]Hello Sona, lovely day today, isn't it? Louvreart questioned the daughter of Noirstar, her words hoping to reach the female's ears through telepathy that not only Sona, but she herself possessed. The cheetah had heard that the kitten was born mute and therefore couldn't hear any words that would leave the former deputy's lips, so the only other way to communicate with her was through the mind, which the mother of four litters had practice with. A daughter of her's was mute as well, and the mother spoke to her through her thoughts.
