To say Atticus went nowhere was an understatement. While extroverted, he was thoroughly contained within Tanglewood upon his parent's orders. After all, someone had to be daddy's little favorite (even though that was probably far from true). Despite that, the urge to venture out was strong. It was not long before the kitten felt himself drifting further and further away from the serene cabin they stayed in. Most of the time, he was home before anyone noticed his disappearance. This time though may be different.

Today he ventured farther than he ever had. The grey tabby was almost at the border, tempted to cross it's pseudo line. Something distracted him as he grew closer. As Atticus slinked through the underbrush, the prominent sound of a 'splooge' rang out. The shrill squeals of a younger female followed the noise. Curious, he moved out of the bushes and into the open to get a closer look.

As slitted yellow eyes looked the gorgeous fox up and down, the feline wandered forward. She seemed different almost. The stranger didn't smell like them, but of a different place, nor were her mannerisms polite to Tanglewood. Desperate to not get lynched, he paused at a reasonable distance away. Before he spoke, he cleared his throat to announce his position. Atticus thought it showed confidence. It made him look stupid instead, unbeknownst to him. "Who are you?" he questioned. "And what... what is that?" His outstretched paw motioned towards the splatter of soapy water on the tree and then to her leftover balloons. Whatever was going on didn't seem too welcoming.

As a balloon rushed in his direction, the small feline flinched. Luckily, it's being didn't sway in his direction and instead splattered on a tree nearby. Even so, Atticus did feel somewhat threatened by the soapy balloons, despite being merely harmless. Instead of growing closer, he remained in position. With what height he could muster, he stood tall and proudly 'defended' Tanglewood from this stranger.

The girl addressed herself quickly. 'Sweeney,' she practically crooned. The other names were unfamiliar to him. Who were her parents and where did she come from? If only he knew. As she continued, her voice was smooth and content with her actions. So far, she intrigued him greatly. "We don't stink, you do," he shot back defensively. Being surrounded by the swamp for quite literally his entire life left him unable to smell his own stench. It was easy to determine that Sweeney was the outlier. With Feza's mention of a territory cleaning also, he couldn't help but shoot a hesitant glare towards the guardsman.

Wasn't he the one supposed to be asking questions? Taken aback, the grey tabby responded. "My name is Atticus," the kitten mentioned. "Atticus Roux." With a scowl, he continued on. He was obviously offended by her last comment. "Because I just am." Compared to his other siblings, he had never been what many considered 'tall'. While Ivan was lanky, Atticus was stout and rounder. It made him feel invaluable occasionally. Thankfully, for what the others lacked in strength, he made up for.

Atticus, seeing an opportunity, tried to reroute Feza's own question. Instead of asking where the balloons come from, they needed to know where the mysterious girl came from. "Where'd you come from?" he pressed on.

At his brother’s arrival, Atticus could clearly see what Sweeney meant. As he peered over towards his brother (more like up towards him), he couldn’t help noticing the significant height difference. The girl was right. While he didn’t want to admit that, he kept his mouth shut. Ivan didn’t deserve the satisfaction of knowing his flaws. Thankfully, despite their differences, his sibling followed in suit with his display of confidence. ”Caustic was pulling vines off our house the other day,” he nonchalantly mentioned. “Some cleaning up isn’t necessarily evil.” Sweeney’s intention was rather rude though.

As his head swiveled back, he couldn’t help but notice Aurum arriving. Seeing that all his past experiences with the proxy were positive, Atticus couldn’t help but think he would show mercy on the girl. It wasn’t as if she was doing anything ’wrong.’ No one was hurt. Despite his thoughts, it appeared that Aurum thought otherwise. To avoid further conflict (and to swoon the proxy into letting him explore), Atticus piped up. “I can take her,” he interjected. Unfortunately, the grey tabby did not know of The Pitt’s conflict with Tanglewood or of Jervis’ reign. To him, this was another child wanting to explore. That didn’t mean they were off to a good start nevertheless.

Whether or not she willingly chose to take part in them, Sweeney oft became involved in undistinguished games of follow the leader, and always did she assume the role of leader. This is mostly due to the fact that, out of all of Noor's sisters, Sweeney came off as the least boring. Mercede was prissy and prudish, and couldn't think for herself; when Noor displayed her knowledge of swear words and slurs, Mercede threw a temper tantrum for the reason of it being unladylike. As for Juno, that girl was strange.

But Sweeney didn't act prissy and prudish nor was she strange. No, Noor's favourite littermate understood how to be fun. She possessed valuable knowledge pertaining to many methods of mischief. If trouble could be found, then she would find it. And for that, the oldest of the Fallout-Callahan siblings was the most tantalizing one in Noor's citrine eyes.

This game of follow the leader persisted for longer than usual. Way, way longer. The leader hadn't disclosed her destination to anyone (or not to Noor, at least), leaving the follower no understanding of where she was heading. Yet, the cross fox did not feel perturbed by the mystery of it; all she cared about was that her slightly older sister hauled a wagon of water balloons as she walked. What she'd accomplish with said balloons existed as a riddle, though Noor knew it'd garner fantastic results.

Somewhere down the line, the trailing vulpine lost view of her unknowing guide. The changing vegetation and wildlife had diverted her attention away from her initial intentions, for this had been the furthest away from home Noor had ever found herself. When she felt that enough time had been spent gawking at plants, her mind went to revert to its original target. The only problem was that her original target was gone, only leaving wheel tracks in her wake.

Eventually, the impish little fox caught up with her kin, only to see that she was being confronted by a pack of mean swamp people - the same ones who threatened Ky-doofus. There were a lot of hungry-looking folk, too. Were they going to eat Sweeney?!

"Fuck off, fuckers!" a pipsqueak tone roared, announcing Noor's unimpressive presence. Miniature legs carried the child towards the assemblage of evil people in what was supposed to be a sprint. She comes to a skidding halt beside Sweeney, her visage breaking out into a pathetic snarl towards the lion and snow leopard. "You guys think you can do anything you want, but you can't! You're all losers! Stupid shits!"

Amber hues then fixate on the brightly coloured panther. Pink? Blue? What was this one on? "Bitch, you got problems," she rudely remarks, before complimenting her insult with a vulgar snort.