[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]

Killua was more than capable of writing. But he wasn't even remotely capable to when it came to drawing. During a majority of his life, the assassin never had a need to do something like draw before. Why should he? The wildcat just had one job and that was to kill others instead of making himself an artist. Unless writing a mesage out in blood to the group that he had just killed their leader counted, but he doubted that was really the case. When it came to the way he kept himself, Killua didn't exactly like to get his fur dirty. He hated having his fur stained any sort of color, and he didn't exactly like it when any sticky substance got onto his fur. Despite being an assassin, he didn't like the thought of being dirty or unclean. Maybe it was because of a bad habit that he had ended up making when he was younger ot always keep himself clean so that smells wouldn't stick to his fur. Which if anyone could smell him, his cover would be blown during a job. Killua had an advantage in that regard, and he always seemed to keep himself clean and well kept despite the nature that few actually ended up knowing about. There were a couple times that Killua was allowed top lay games that would help him either control his powers or develop mind games to be able to complete it. Drawing wasn't one of them, and if he tried to draw a diagram it probably wouldn't do all that well. He had never held any writing utensils in his mouth before, but he had something better than a writing utensil. His claws were practically a tip of a pen if he wanted them to be, as long as he dipped them in ink beforehand of course. It made it easier for him to right this way instead of trying to curl his paw around a pen and try to hold it, or even a pensil for that matter. The games that he was allowed to play consisted of mostly just darts and chess. Those games got boring pretty quickly when he was a kitten, but he was able to quickly master those games after a couple of months. It was hard to win agianst his father though because the dragon would always be a better strategist than he ever could. Similar to Izuku, the wildcat didn't really end up going to events because he found them incredibly awkward.

Thanks to his constant paranoia, it was hard for him to keep track of all the movements that would happen during an event like this, and whether or not a fight could break out before he could do anything. It almost made him feel claustrophobic with too many bodies around him. He would much rather go to a quiet place than to deal with so many different faces that he didn't want to be around. Luckily, there wasn't anyone that he hated in Snowbound, other than Hisoka, but the kitsune hadn't been around in a while so he simply thought that the killer had disappeared. There were a couple that was irritating, but compared to other clans there wasn't anyone that lived here that he was willing to constantly try to fight with. Although he and Jacob didn't exactly see eye to eye in that regard. Oh well. The albino serval was rarely inside of camp in general, as he had his own separate cave that he lived in away from the rest of Snowbound. He didn't trust anyone but London right now so he wasn't going to sleep by a bunch of strangers. A yawn parted his jaws as a tired look was spread across his facial features until he heard the familiar voice of Jacob making a small announcement for something. He always liked to keep up to date on everything, so it shouldn't surprise everyone that Killua made his way over to where others were gathering. The smell of paint filled his nasal cavity, and for some reason, it was familiar to him. Yet, he couldn't remember. Was that another memory that had been erased by his family a long time ago? He tried not to think about it as he arrived just in time to hear what Jacob was saying. Paint the walls? Well, he didn't see any issues with that, and it could be kind of fun but he had no intention of really drawing anything since he couldn't draw. Hearing the colors for the different ranks almost made him want to go back to being a Snowseeker because it had the blue color. Instead of orange for Snowstriker. Not much he could do about it now as he was perfectly fine with his rank. He took note of those that were around and noticed London and Izuku. The grape didn't seem to be in a great mood, technically not a problem Killua should worry about, but he wondered why the other was constantly nervous all the time. Well, so was he, but he hid his emotions from everyone so he always looked calm.

A grin spread across his lips as he dragged over the orange paint over toward where London was sitting, sitting. "I guess its a pretty neat idea." Killua's voice as always would seem to come out of nowhere thanks to his silent movements. Although the sound of the paint can moving would probably catch anyone's attention, since that wasn't silent. He was the only Snowstriker right now, so all the orange paint was basically for himself. He leaned back from where he was sitting with London and looked over toward Jacob. "You keep working yourself so hard and you'll probably pass out from exhaustion." Killua would tease the current leader, as the other seemed to be basically everywhere. Did the canine ever sleep?Returning his attention toward the can of paint in front of him, he seemed to hesitate for a moment. His nose wrinkled slightly as he dipped his paw into the paint. He guessed that he was lucky that he lost feeling in his paws a long time ago, at least on the top layer of skin, so he couldn't feel the sticky substance. "This better not stain my fur." Killua would complain, but probably loud enough that other's could hear. Raising the now orange covered paw, he would plant his paw on the wall. Leaving a paw print behind, and that was fine with Killua, as he didn't plan to really draw anything, at least nothing that would come to mind. At this thought though, he immediately thought of his friendship with London, and wondered if he could draw something like that. Not likely, it would be difficult. His attention turned back toward the albino clouded leopard, tilting his head as he smiled at her. "You plan on trying to draw something?" Could she draw? He had no idea. He didn't know entirely a lot about her capabilities after all. With his paw still dripping in orange paint, he would be quick to raise it and turned to look [member=183]izuku[/member]  aiming to send a blob of orange paint toward the green maine coon, hoping to at least have the paint land on his face or shoulder. "Nē! Ima anata wa ninjin no yōdesu. Kindā." Killua would tease the other, with a smirk spread across his facial features. Everything turned into a game with the assassin, and he was fine with that. He hadn't had this much fun after meeting London and everyone else in a while.

(Translation: Hey! Now you're like a carrot. Kinda.)

snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons

Ah, so these monthly markings were a new thing that just started! And it didn't seem too complicated, either. Atbash was amazed by the concept, if she was honest with herself. Back at home, nobody ever really recognized her or her family. They were just part of the System, children who would eventually become workers. Although Vigenere did end up getting chosen to be on the King's Guard, until...

Stop thinking of that. Atbash scolded herself mentally. It wouldn't help to be stuck in the past all the time. The she-cat drew herself closer to where the small event was being held and looked up at the wall with pricked ears. With a smile, she dipped her paw into the black paint and pressed her paw against the wall, leaving her pawprint on it. And she definitely seemed proud of it, too. This was truly her beginning a new life her, a new her. This marked the New Atbash, and it would mark other important events, too.

Atbash quickly went backwards, though, as she noticed a few other members start to fling paint at each other. Although it seemed she wanted to join in the fun, she didn't, but her eyes were still lighting up with happiness and excitement.