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Cute little cut, blunt claws flexed as a unfamiliar feline, smelling of twolegs, sat in the middle of a clearing in the middle of a forest in the middle of the mountains, with a lot of snow and my god was it cold. While examining her claws, a shiver ran up her back and she shook out her fur, clacking her teeth together and flicking snow off her long, tail, which had previously been buried. Slhe slipped ever so slightly when her paws sunk into the snow, but she could mostly stay standing. Of course she knew where she was, this was her home. And she was back!
Her excitement grew with each land mark she was able to identify. Shimmer lake, the ledge where she used to sit with her little duck, as a kit, and survey the lands. Now, she was a blue and white, older, now, feline. She still had bright, bright orange eyes, though. She wore a white bow with pink peaches on it. The peaches were just a coincidence. She didn't beleive her twolegs knew who she really was. Have you guessed it yet?
Slipping into camp on her tippy toes, the slightly chubby, small she curled her tail around her back leg and danced towards the nearest scent of a cat. Or any other animal, for that matter.
Was it safe to say she wasn't as carless or childish as she had been, as a kit? Not really. She was still Peachy, hyper, happy go lucky, flowercrown Peachy. Though she had grown up and become a even more bueatiful thing, and now treated kits like her babys, she still preffered to play with kits instead of have grown-up conversations with grown-ups. Maybe that would change, maybe it wouldn't. But for now, where the heck was everyone?