A ghoulish wail stood out from the cold breeze of February's winter wrath. Attention was brought to the noise immediately by Atticus Roux who happened to be in the area. Eyes of a sunflower hue breached through the underbrush. The feline's gaze narrowed. A silhouette meters in the distance crossed his vision, causing a low growl to ruminate from his throat. That thing was familiar. She was familiar. Kold. The presumed dead Pittian was standing before him.

He softly traversed forward a few meters, staying within the shadows. The unimaginable had appeared before his eyes, leaving him to muster up false confidence. Claws unsheathed as he slowly crouched down to the ground. With his chest to the floor and haunches raised, he let out a snarl. "I'll give you a chance to explain what's happening here, Kold," Atticus warned as he moved out from the shadows, "But you are not welcome here." He was masking his shock. In truth, his former alliance in The Pitt left him biased also. He paused before making a move for a reason.

Even so Kold had made their fair share of distasteful decisions in their past. Atticus had heard them encourage Dante's behavior, claiming he deserved a chance, but the feline wholeheartedly disagreed. That was only one of many though. Atticus pondered the past in his head as he awaited an answer. His head moved lower to the floor. Ears pinned back. "Come on now." It was unknown to him whether he was impatiently beckoning an answer or an attack.

— Reggan

Shallow breaths crossed his ears. 'Dead and rotting.' The feline's tail slashed at the air in dismay and his head shook in disagreement. Kold was very much alive... unless... "Don't fuckin' look like it unless I'm joining you in hell," he reiterated back. Atticus squinted up at the other and investigated their state further, noticing patches of tinted blood and missing skin, notably near their ribs and wings. She was tainted and degrading, but very much alive. 'The dead should remain so,' wasn't a phrase he liked though, considering his mother had risen from death's cusp before. That did not mean he would let them live though.

His heart was beginning to pound. Claws dug into the floor and shallow breaths kept his temper afloat. The subject of his alliance was a sore one, especially considering the tensions because of it two years back. Atticus felt his decision was solidified though. The feline was no longer a cowardly boy running away from his problems and indulging in The Pitt's spontaneous actions and false security. After vicious events between his two groups during his dual alliance, he had to pick a side. Being the grown man he was, he chose Tanglewood. Family remained there and so did his loyalty. Morally, it was the upper hand.

Bringing the subject up only caused the cat to snort. "That's rich, coming from someone who tried to force that decision," he snapped back. Dante went off and made a mess between their groups. Their neutrality was fading and, because of that, it was time to pick a side. Kold, praising giving The Pitt's feline another chance despite his disgraceful actions, only made tensions worse. Needless to say, Atticus chose to defend what he adored on both fronts up until the last moment where he had to choose. Then Tanglewood became his home. Since then, that hadn't changed. The Pitt had seen no improvement since then (per his knowledge).

The fur on his nap began to stand up. "What made you think anyone would choose differently?" He titled his head. Before she could answer, he practically jumped down her throat. "If you wanted to sway me, perhaps you fucks would have listened to my advice." Neither did Aurum though. Ignorant fucker. Even so, family, friends, and former promises swayed him to stay. Hence he stood here today. Face to face with a former 'friend.'

Atticus stepped forward and challenged her cocky smirk. A snarl came, followed by a bolt of lighting. "Now leave." Unless the 'dead' had some last words to say before they croaked, then his demands were clear.

— Reggan

Forced indeed. Dante didn't want peace between their two groups and for Atticus' dual alliance whatsoever. Her declaration of keeping others safe caused his teeth to grind and a growl to ruminate from the back of his throat. "Then you should have agreed with me, rather than siding with that cowardly dickhead," he snapped back. His tail lashed back in forth in blatant disapproval.  "I wagered neutrality between our two groups and you chose to instead agree with him." A vile snort left the feline. Another step forward from her caused his own paw to follow in suit. "So yeah, forced. So much for protecting your family and groupmates, like I was." What a fucking disappointment. Mouthy and ready to snap, Atticus stood shaking in frustration.

A snarl left Atticus at the suggestion of her being ardent. "Get your head on straight first, you sick fuck," he retorted quickly. As they both reared forward, the heat could practically radiated off into the distance (quite literally with Kold's flames). Perhaps that's what attracted Firefly. In the midst of his rising rage, the feline barely noticed the leader's arrival. Instead his gaze remained forward, narrowed, and pointed at Kold's own wicked eyes.

The murmur's of another caused his head to whip around violently. His narrowed gaze softened momentarily at the female's sight, only to return back to Kold upon realization. A growl of warning left Atticus for the final time.

"Leave."

— Reggan

His demand was clear. Kold was to leave promptly and yet here they were. The world was still. Golden eyes were locked on the other and claws were spring-loaded, ready for an attack. The moments between caused his heart to pound in his ears. Beat after beat, the feline grew more impatient. Only seconds had passed. Sharp teeth clenched together. The anger within rose into his throat and a growl started to roll forth as her demonic, cocky smile curled upon her ragged lips. Then the silence broke.

Cream paws flew in his direction, contrary to her statement. Kold's parted jaws flashed in the light. The small tabby was prepared for her lunge and swerved out of the way with gritted teeth exposed in frustration. Muscles loosened as he reached out in her direction with unsheathed claws. Pointed claws attempted to slash at her side as soon as she landed, hoping to catch the undead Pittian off guard. Whether or not his attack hit, he'd shift forward to continue planning his fury of attacks.

— Reggan