YOU COULD BE HAPPY && return

[Keona.]

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Owen.  Father of a pair of surprising half-brothers.  Both of whom the tiny feline couldn't say she's seen in sometime.  Consequently, a frown sharpened the striker's maw as she crept up behind her father.  Her ears flicked, pale hues narrowing. 

"Who knows?" Cold and detached.  Near everyone pulled a disappearing act.  She wondered if they got lost, or trapped during the eruption.  Or they just... Disappeared.  Not a trace.  Not a single farewell.  Some returned though... Not them.  Not yet.  If at all.  They could hope, she supposed.  Maybe they were just hiding around.  Maybe.

So the striker chewed the inside of her cheek absently, brows creased.  In the end, Keona decided it was better Owen was back than remain gone, for him and the Typhoon but she'd leave the welcome backs to the others.

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✯ — keona sibéal ó faoláin. female. striker of the typhoon. blind. rusty spotted cat.  ref. bio.