#The Riverhawk Family

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Ella tan divina, la reina de las hadas estrenando nuevo peinado.

She is so divine, the queen of the fairies showing off her new hairstyle.

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Fittingly, Tierney has taken over what remains of the garden.

Still, I'm running out of things for her and Taslin to do at home, so I think they'll be returning to university pretty soon.

An interesting thing happened at Carlos' coffeehouse show: Tierney met and developed an immediate crush on Nicholas Riverhawk. Moreover, it seemed to be mutual. (See arrows in red below.)

Tierney has seemed largely indifferent to people in general, so this was very unexpected. She likes her family, she loves her plants, she seems to enjoy school, but otherwise, 🤷🏻‍♀️.

Of course, I had to look him up and--no wonder. Nicholas Riverhawk is basically Tierney in dude form.

I dunno about this, Tierney. I'm not a proponent of opposites attract, but on the other hand, there can be such a thing as too much in common, can't there?

Well, it isn't as though Tierney immediately spawned a conversation option to ask him to move in. No, wait, that's exactly what she did. Fuck!

Too bad, Tierney. You're going back to school. Where would we even put this clown? You and Taslin are still sharing one room and sleeping in your single beds from childhood. No, Mr. Riverhawk will just have to wait until you get back. And even then... who can say, really? The passions of Sims are seldom steadfast and often fickle.

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Volunteer Opportunities and Community Organizations in Tahlequah, Oklahoma.

Nestled in the foothills of the Ozark Mountains, Tahlequah, Oklahoma, is a town rich in history, culture, and community spirit. Known as the capital of the Cherokee Nation and home to Northeastern State University, Tahlequah offers numerous opportunities for residents to give back and make a positive impact. Whether you are looking to volunteer your time, donate resources, or simply get involved in community activities, Tahlequah has a variety of organizations and opportunities that cater to diverse interests and causes.

1. Cherokee Nation Volunteer Program

The Cherokee Nation, headquartered in Tahlequah, provides several volunteer opportunities that support the community and preserve Cherokee heritage. Volunteers can assist in educational programs, health services, cultural preservation efforts, and environmental conservation projects. The Cherokee Heritage Center and the Cherokee Nation History Museum often seek volunteers for tours, events, and maintenance of historical sites.

2. Northeastern State University (NSU)

NSU’s vibrant campus life extends beyond academics, encouraging students and community members to engage in volunteerism. The NSU Office of Community Engagement coordinates various programs, such as tutoring local students, participating in community clean-up events, and supporting local non-profits. NSU’s RiverHawk Food Pantry, aimed at addressing food insecurity among students, also welcomes volunteers for sorting and distribution.

3. Help-In-Crisis

Help-In-Crisis is a non-profit organization dedicated to supporting victims of domestic violence, sexual assault, and stalking. Volunteers at Help-In-Crisis can assist with crisis intervention, provide support services, and help with administrative tasks. The organization also runs a shelter that requires volunteers to help with day-to-day operations, from organizing donations to providing childcare.

4. Tahlequah Community Garden

The Tahlequah Community Garden is an excellent opportunity for those who enjoy working outdoors and are passionate about sustainable living. Volunteers can help with planting, maintaining garden plots, and harvesting produce, which is often donated to local food banks and shelters. This initiative not only fosters a sense of community but also promotes healthy living and environmental stewardship.

5. Boys & Girls Club of Tahlequah

The Boys & Girls Club provides a safe and supportive environment for children and teens to learn, grow, and develop essential life skills. Volunteers can mentor youth, assist with after-school programs, coach sports teams, and help with special events. This organization plays a vital role in shaping the future of Tahlequah’s younger generation by offering educational and recreational activities.

6. Sequoyah State Park

Located just outside of Tahlequah, Sequoyah State Park offers various volunteer opportunities for nature enthusiasts. Volunteers can participate in park maintenance, wildlife conservation projects, and educational programs. The park also hosts events where volunteers can assist with logistics, provide information to visitors, and help preserve the natural beauty of the area.

7. Habitat for Humanity

Habitat for Humanity’s local chapter in Tahlequah focuses on building and renovating homes for families in need. Volunteers can engage in construction work, fundraising, and community outreach. This organization provides a hands-on opportunity to make a tangible difference in the lives of local families by helping them achieve stable and affordable housing.

8. Tahlequah Main Street Association

The Tahlequah Main Street Association works to revitalize the historic downtown area through economic development and community events. Volunteers can participate in organizing festivals, beautification projects, and promotional activities that enhance the vibrancy of downtown Tahlequah. This organization is ideal for those interested in community planning, marketing, and event management.

Getting Involved

Volunteering in Tahlequah not only benefits the community but also provides personal fulfillment and the chance to develop new skills and relationships. Whether you are passionate about education, the environment, youth development, or cultural preservation, there is an organization in Tahlequah that can use your talents and enthusiasm. To get started, contact these organizations directly, visit their websites, or attend local community events to learn more about how you can contribute.

In a town where community spirit runs deep, every volunteer effort helps build a stronger, more connected Tahlequah. By getting involved, you become part of a legacy of service and dedication that defines this remarkable community.

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Since we NEED more Mitch content, do you have any headcanons for our bomb boi?

I got you, anon!

Mitch is always tinkering with something, whether it’s carving a weapon, fixing or building something, or practicing his knife skills.

 He likes to keep his hands busy with something, even if he’s just sitting around or standing watch. 

In fact, most of the time he looks for something to busy himself with, even if it’s something small.

He doesn’t like to let on that he cares about everyone, but holy shit, he cares so fucking much and will go to lengths to make them happy. 

For example, one day he overheard Willy and AJ talking to Louis about basketball and how much fun it used to be to play. After Louis explains the game to them, they said something about wanting to play a game one day. 

Next thing you know, Mitch is breaking into the old gym and tearing down one the of headboards and hoops, as well as gathering every ball he can find while killing any stray walkers that might’ve stumbled in there. 

When morning comes, everyone wakes up to Mitch setting up the hoop and claiming that he just happened to find it and it’s not a big deal because it was just sitting there and it’s not like it was hard to put up okay Louis stop smiling like that-

Another time, while eating dinner with James, Willy, and Tenn, James expressed his desire to show Tenn how to paint like how true artists do. 

And once again, Mitch is breaking back into the old art room on the abandoned part of the school in search of more art supplies for James and Tenn. 

When James comes back to his room that night and finds all of it, Mitch just shrugs and says he found it, no big deal. 

Or, whenever someone’s sick or injured, Mitch is the first one to volunteer for their watch shift or their hunting/fishing/scavenging trip. He complains about it, sure, but he’s not going to make someone who’s sick or hurt do anything more than they have to. 

By the way, it turns out basketball is not Mitch’s sport. 

But he fucking kills at volleyball.

After getting tired of basketball, he found an old, ratty volleyball net that he and Louis set up on the opposite side of the basketball hoop. 

They spent an afternoon teaching Willy, AJ, and Tenn how to play and everyone divided into teams with Aasim as their exasperated referee.

Every game ends with Mitch getting a ball spiked into his face because he’s a trash talker and Ruby’s a sore loser.

Mitch has a whole stash of firecrackers that he keeps hidden away next to his booze stash shhh don’t tell Ruby. 

He always carries a few in his pocket when he goes out hunting or scavenging in case of emergencies, like a huge herd of walkers coming towards them. 

Mitch may hate walkers and want them all dead, but he’s not an idiot. He knows when there’s too many to handle and the only way to ensure safety is to distract and escape.

He’ll light and throw them to direct the herd away from the group and the school.

James approves of this method as opposed to killing them, since this is how Mitch helps James gather walkers to keep in his barn. 

Y’know, for emergencies. 

He and Clementine are totally best friends. 

Like, he would never say it out loud, but Clementine’s a badass and she’s the only one truly fit to lead them. 

He also admires the strategic way she fights, like how she knocks out the knees of the walkers so that she can kill them easier. He tried this technique once and about ended up with a walker almost laying on top of him. After she saved his dumb ass, she taught him the proper way to do it.

Like, they’re a fucking duo when it comes to taking out walkers now. 

He also gets annoyed at how gross she and Louis are. Like, they know that they are all literally sitting here please stop kissing god-

But, he is supportive of their relationship, even though he himself would never ever fall in love because love is gross and a waste of energy and all it’ll do is hurt you…

Or so he says…

While they don’t always agree on everything and tend to bicker, in the end, Mitch always has her back and will do everything he possibly can to help her. 

Mitch hates Almond Joys.

They are literally the worst. 

The worst.

In fact, Almond Joys probably started the apocalypse. 

He once told Aasim his theory about how the walkers came because someone ate a radioactive Almond Joy to which Aasim said, “That’s fucking stupid, Mitch.”

“You can’t prove me wrong, though.”

Willy is his little brother, no ifs, ands, or buts.

He swore to himself that he’d look after this kid when the world went to shit. Willy was so little and after they were all abandoned, Mitch refused to let any harm come to him. 

When Willy was still little and scared, Mitch let him bunk with him in his room. He used to distract Willy with old comics that belonged to Justin; “The Adventures of Captain Riverhawk Johnson”

He also taught Willy how to use a knife and how to carve and build weapons. Willy’s his go-to partner when it comes to building things. 

Mitch doesn’t use the word “love” like… at all, but he fucking loves Willy, okay? He’s his brother, his family, and he’ll do everything in his power to protect Willy. 

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The Anatomy of Melancholy, 46

Table of Contents. Second Instar, Chapter 13. Go to previous. Go to next. TW: Mental snap, body horror. Things feel a little henny-penny.

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A small building something akin to a shack or garage stood separate from the mudded dwelling intermixed with what had once been a blue country house. They walked up to the opening of the dwelling. Sticks poked his head inside, and knocked to somewhat hollow effect. A dry chuckle within drew a grin out of the ghoul, and he set down his flamer to wave ‘Choly inside. Angel, as always, remained in the Furriers’ doorways.

Hand-sculpted shelves both dug into and emanated out from the walls of the dwelling’s dome-like main room. As Reese’s house, series lighting embedded in the topmost region of the surface of the room illuminated it. While Sticks greeted the inhabitant, ‘Choly eyed the shelving, and the old man’s belongings. Hood finials, dashboard ornaments, rear view mirror dangles--so this Furrier shared a love of vehicles with Sticks. He glanced over to the pair to find them engaging in what seemed at first a sort of secret handshake: They crisscrossed their arms to grip together all four hands between them. Both the old man’s arms belonged to the right side of his body, one of which originated where a neck should have been, and his neck and head came instead from his left shoulder. Clad in an apron-like glossy, ruddy leather garment with a dusty grey-blue wrapped shirt beneath, this Furrier wore a mummy mask comprised of several materials. Its sallow eyelids hung heavy and sarcastic, and the lipless mouth shape could not contain the insinuation of teeth. Wild silver-white hair bushed out anywhere the mask was not affixed. ‘Choly stared as the two sealed the gesture with a long tight hug.

“Lacked you something sorry, Sticks. Know you visited the higher ups before you came to see me,” the old man known as Ick play-scolded. Barrel-chested and modestly burly, he projected his voice with a certain benevolent insistence. The hand of the top arm smushed down Sticks’s ushanka and the ghoul stifled a wheeze out of his noseless nostrils. “Who’s this picayune?”

“I’m...” ‘Choly stiffened. “I’m Melancholy.”

The mummy-faced trapper approached him and looked over his coat, then tapped his nameplate.

“Melancholy,” Ick repeated thoughtfully with a nod. “Sure he’s said it, but I’m Ick.”

The trapper offered his shoulder-arm and its bright red glove for a handshake and ‘Choly swallowed, trying to remember how Sticks had done it. But Ick didn’t give him the chance, and dragged him into a hug and vigorous shoulder-pat. The chemist smiled nervously once he let go of him, and did his best not to look unnerved by all the physical contact the ghoul had warned him to avoid.

“How’s the Riverhawk?” Sticks began.

“Keepin’ her sharp as ever.” The mummy skirted the ghoul’s directness. “Stay for dinner? I’ve got a bunch’a pelt hangin’ in the kitchen just this mornin’.”

“Meals sit better shared,” the ghoul quietly agreed. “You really gotta show me your curved needle technique again. I think I’ve lost it. Last mounted animal I did myself came out looking more like a prewar cartoon character.”

Ick chuckled, patting his hands together.

“Then you’re around for a few days. Bless it all, I don’t even care if I’m getting too old to unfold. Really, I wish you’d move into Voire proper, you misanthrope. I’m not the only one that’s lacked you.”

“The fishing’s better out Pawtucketville side.” Sticks leaned against a smooth part of the wall. “You know I stay out there as the lifeline between y’all and the General, besides. ...Wish you’d move out to Sampas with me, gonna be like that. We’d get into much better mischief.”

“I do miss scavvin’ lots with you,” Ick resigned with a shrug. “But the fur and leather’s so much better in Dracut’s backyard. You tell me how much radstag runs into you.”

‘Choly mentally squirmed, excluded from the familiarity of their conversation. He’d known Sticks for less than a year and they’d grown near-instantly close, but from the sound of it, the ghoul and this Furrier had known one another for half a century or longer. Time hadn’t stopped just because the chemist had succumbed to a cryogenic coma. The jet lag hooked at his temples and stitched around his scalp.

As the two continued to catch up without him, he readily scrutinized Ick’s physique unnoticed. Something about the asymmetrical arrangement of Ick’s pair of arms unsettled him in a way the other Furriers’ oddity had not. He identified that the old man had a third hand, though he lacked full use of it largely owing to it jutting halfway down his left side absent of an arm. This third hand was gnarled up and fused to Ick’s flesh, and ‘Choly choked up at recognizing that the hand looked distinctly ghoulish. His delayed disbelief snapped all at once, and with a terse snarl he lurched forward to grab the mask off Ick.

The old man’s very regular and very aged features stared back at him almost expectantly. ‘Choly hyperventilated as he gawked at the fullest concept of the Furrier’s anatomical dishevelment. Sticks looked on, disappointed and pained but not the least bit surprised at ‘Choly’s behavior.

“--Mindy, what were you expecting?”

“...I thought you said your name was Melancholy.” Ick’s bushy eyebrows raised then lowered as he tried to figure out for himself why the chemist had unmasked him.

“I have a lot of names, I guess!” ‘Choly slouched apologetically, confused as ever. “I get the feeling Sticks nicknames anybody he gets a little close to.”

“The fifth.” Sticks feigned a sneer as he held up his gloved hand to flourish his fingers.

“No, no...” Ick stepped nearer the chemist, squinting. “Carey... Great-gramma talked about a Carey from Deenwood. General gave you the digs of a real dark an’ wicked man.”

‘Choly scrunched his chin into his neck to grimace down at his nameplate.

“Certainly looks so...” He laughed weakly in agreement. “How come great-gramma knew anything about Deenwood?”

“Furriers came from that place. Our great-great gramparents served the General’s lot. She won’t let us back on base, but most of us don’t want to go back no ways.”

He could feel something in his skull pop.

“...Do you want to go back?”

“Never been,” Ick shrugged. “Never met the General even. I... I can’t say. Got all I need in Voire. Sticks’s made it sound like Deenwood’s some kinda paradise full’a robot butlers, but what good would it do me to have a bunch’a robots do as I say?”

“Robots can do a lot of good,” he replied a little too readily, “...depending on whose care they provide.” He glanced to Angel in the doorway with a smile. “Angel’s become my everything as my health deteriorates.”

Sticks had watched to gauge the conflict, and his mouth hung open about to say something, but Ick grinned and patted ‘Choly’s hand in both of his good hands.

“Gettin’ old has its costs, just as everything else.” The old man laughed and took his mask from ‘Choly to put it back on. “Sticks, let’s turn over the ol’ Riverhawk and get ‘er over with. Wanna be back before dinner.”

“Music to my ears.”

Ick opened the wooden rolling shutter door of the shack beside his house, revealing a Pick-R-Up truck with paneling salvaged from three different colors--black, blue, and white. The old mummy popped the hood and cackled as he crawled around to check fluid levels on all the main lines. Meanwhile, ‘Choly and Angel followed Sticks’s lead loading up the cargo bed with two crates from the shack. A cradle mount jutted from the center of the bed into which the ghoul tossed his flamer.

“Mister Ick is most generous to be permitting us the use of his vehicle,” Angel lauded quietly.

“This is becoming an all day affair for certain.” ‘Choly took off his glasses to rub at his face a moment. “What the fuck is with the masks, Sticks? Do they think it’s Halloween every day now!”

Up in the cargo bed, Sticks slumped to sit on the crates to glare at him.

“Rhetorical question: Can you get your feet out of your mouth for two seconds?”

‘Choly’s face drooped, and he put his glasses back on.

“--Wait. You said there was a drainage pipeline from Deenwood to the river... Do you know where that empties out?”

“A half-baked theory, but an interesting one. You’re gonna drive me to smoke at this rate.” The ghoul shook his head. “I’d imagine that it emptied into what used to be the Christian Hill Reservoir. At least some of the cogs in that defrosted skull are turning. Not well, but. ...No. That pipeline empties out under O’Donnell Bridge. In case you were wondering why there’s such a crustacean issue there.”

“Then--” He deflated in a huffing pout. “You’re the only person being honest and full disclosure with me here, Jacob. Please... please just tell me.”

“You really don’t get it, do you? They’re family.” He grinned sarcastically at him. “All I can say is you’re right about it being Halloween every day for the Furriers. Symbols of harvest and unity celebrate this place. The masks are, ah. Ironic. Something for strangers to focus on over their folds. But they’re a nice leper colony. Pushy, and a real huge batch of weird, but they’re good people.”

“A leper colony that insists on throwing some kind of massive costume party before they’ll even consider agreeing to help Olivia Francis flush the raiders out of Lowell for good.”

The ghoul barked, and sniffed before laying into another roar of laughter.

“Costume party. That’s a good one. ...Which reminds me.” He jammed a finger his way. “Ick is probably the most milquetoast Furrier you could have unmasked. Don’t fuckin’ do that again if you value staying in one piece.”

“Are they really so grotesque?” Sticks deadpanned him and he screwed up his face. “Curiosity’s only worse now.”

Sticks mashed his face into his palm. Ick turned over the engine, and the ghoul stood up to square his footing and get his flamer properly mounted.

“Let’s just get in and out of Boott Mills already. Hopefully the wildlife stays small and manageable. Mating season can make Downtown recon hairy as sin.”

‘Choly hopped up on Angel with his syringer filled with pencils, to follow behind the pair in the truck. They made their way South out of Voire, and crossed Cox Bridge weaving through the vehicles long abandoned there. Once they crossed the river, Ick leaned out the window and waved ‘Choly to match pace. The Handy and chemist complied and the old mummy guffawed heartily, then spoke over the volume of the engine.

“Gawd almighty never met a body knew Sticks longer’n me. He’s lacked you something AWFUL. Told me all about you. Called you Mindy! You’re MINDY!”

'Choly paled, not knowing how to even begin to object.

“Oh, don’t choke on your humility, son,” Ick insisted. “Won’t tell a soul. Not my business to say a body’s a ghoul when he doesn’t look it.”

Sticks could hear it all through the window opening which once would have held a glass panel between the cab and the bed, and he frowned to ‘Choly apologetically.

“Guess you know for sure now, that you’re family,” the ghoul quipped sheepishly off the side of the truck. “They’re your children, Mindy.”

The generational cascade of his military legacy crashed down on him like the sky shattered, and if Angel had not been steering he would have spilled off it.

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Rachel Castle’s Most Colourful Range To Date!

Rachel Castle’s Most Colourful Range To Date!

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by Amelia Barnes

Styling – Louella Boitel-Gill. Location – Riverhawk Ranch. Photo – Caitlin Mills.

Styling – Louella Boitel-Gill. Location – Riverhawk Ranch. Photo – Caitlin Mills.

Styling – Louella Boitel-Gill. Location – Riverhawk Ranch. Photo – Caitlin Mills.

Styling – Louella Boitel-Gill. Location – Riverhawk Ranch. Photo – Caitlin Mills.

Styling – Louella Boitel-Gill. Location – Riverhawk Ranch. Photo – Caitlin Mills.

Styling – Louella Boitel-Gill. Location – Riverhawk Ranch. Photo – Caitlin Mills.

Styling – Louella Boitel-Gill. Location – Riverhawk Ranch. Photo – Caitlin Mills.

Styling – Louella Boitel-Gill. Location – Riverhawk Ranch. Photo – Caitlin Mills.

While it seems like many of us are still easing into the 2020, Rachel Castle has already produced a new bedding range, and it’s available to pre-order now! 

As is always the case with Castle products, the ‘Little Garden’ bedding range began as an artwork. ‘I’d just finished a load of little paintings with watercolour, acrylic and gouache, with some pencil and pastel combined, and they were so pretty with all the different textures,’ says Rachel. Ordinarily this artwork would be reduced down to seven or eight colours before being printed onto products, but in this instance, Rachel wanted the entire palette of the original work to be represented. ‘This time we printed them all, and we are thrilled with the outcome.’ 

A soft wash cotton has been used to accommodate the collection’s new printing technique, with tie ends added to all the quilts. The intensity of the floral back is paired with a new creamy spot linen, because, as Rachel says, ‘we just couldn’t do a range without a spot!’ 

Items in this range were shot in the Byron Shire at Riverhawk Ranch, the creative family home of the Amos family. (You can see our feature on that very home here!). 

The Little Garden bedding range by Castle and Things is available to pre-order now. Complementary cushions, sweaters and artworks will be released in the coming months.

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Random images of today's gameplay🧚‍♀️🦄💕✨

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The family having breakfast baleada.

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Saturday's club morning workout and then rest.

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Después de la cita regresaron a casa y por alguna razón Emmit decidió darse un chapuzón en la alberca y después de nadar quedó exhausto y se quedó bien dormido en el camastro y le saqué una foto 🤫 jajajaja

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at 7 in the morning the Riverhawk family is up and having a few sips of tea to start the day, it is quite a beautiful spring morning in Hidden Springs.

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¡Hola que tal todos! bueno en estos días he estado trabajando en un proyecto de rancho de unicornios, he decidido trasladar a la familia Riverhawk a un lote de 64 x 64 el mas amplio y desocupado de Hidden Springs y pues les he construido un nuevo establo y una vinatería donde contrataré un fabricante de néctar.

Apenas tengo un solo Unicornio es el mismo que había mostrado antes en un post anterior se hizo muy amigo de la familia y decidí añadirlo a la unidad domestica.

También otros de los cambios que hice fue remover la fuente y hacer un estanque amplio de peces koi en su lugar.

Estoy muy satisfecha con los resultados <3

Hello how are you all! Well these days I have been working on a unicorn ranch project, I have decided to move the Riverhawk family to a 64 x 64 lot, the largest and most unoccupied in Hidden Springs and I have built a new stable and a winery where I will hire a nectar maker.

I hardly have a single Unicorn, it is the same one that I had shown before in a previous post, it became a good friend of the family and I decided to add it to the domestic unit.

Also one of the other changes I made was to remove the fountain and make a large koi pond in its place.

I am very satisfied with the results <3

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Finally Misty gave birth to her little kitties!!! <3

This is the only male and is called Smore

This little cutie is a female and is called Marshmallow

And here the last one a female too and is called Coconut, she is very alike her father.

Here all the family eating at the same time, everyone has their own pet food bowl.

I'll present to you the Riverhawk's little fam of cats from left to right:

Snow (The father), Smore, Coconut, Marshmallow and Misty (The mother)

My gameplay will be a chaos... but look at those lovely furry beings of course is worth it <3

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Finally after a long time of waiting Katherine gave birth to her little daughter, her name will be Cassidy Riverhawk Bennett.

Welcome to the family my little baby!