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Aly smiled weakly like she would start to cry "Then you'll help me get my body back?" she asked softly biting her lower lip anxiously. Alyissa couldn't help but wonder if they could find the surgeon who performed the brain transplant in the first place. They'd have to go to Florida where Aly had lived in a upper class mansion with Tray until he died.
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Alyissa buried her face into his chest sighing contently. "I'll text your Mom to get two plane tickets to Florida, if we are going to get me back into my old form we need to find the doctor who did the transplant in the first place" she explained rolling off of him to pull out her phone to Text Gideon's mother.
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She slipped her leather jacket she purchased not to long ago and heeled after him towards the private jet that had landed on nearby run way for smaller planes. Alyissa remembered only being one a plane once when Tray flew her out to Florida, to where they had moved into a new Mansion. She also recalled waking up I the hospital after she had been shot dead. Now ironically they were going to seek out the surgeon again to revive her old form and ditch this mortal one. "If you thought I was pretty in this body Gideon, wait till you see my old one" she laughed nudging him in the ribs with her elbow.
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Alyissa whistled as they entered the luxurious cabin of the jet "I've been in first class before but never in a private jet, it's fancy that's for sure" she murmured to herself gazing at her surroundings. "hopefully my corpse is well preserved or I'm stuck in Carly's body permanently" Aly sighed, seating herself beside Gideon.
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[size=4]I am...[/size]
[size=6]Chivekit[/size]
[size=5]Of RiverClan[/size]

[size=3]Eyes: Green-yellow
Pelt: Cinnamon and white
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Traits: I am a a bristly furred Tom with mellow eyes and sharply pointed ears with small tufts on the tips. I am very sensitive to criticism, but I am loyal to the Warrior Code to the very end.
History: Growing up my mother was neglectful and depressed, and I was left to my own devices in the Clan nursery. Then my mother died of a poppy overdose.