KILLUA

Confusion had raked his brain since he decided that this was going to be the base of his operations for the time being. Not like he really had any sort of tasks other than getting stronger to be able to fend off his brother. Which obviously didn't concern any of the clanners for that matter as it would just get them killed if they decided to get involved in everything. What was hard for the young assassin to understand was why everyone was so trusting of each other. It practically betrayed any sort of logic that was available in the world. That was practically the first thing everyone should learn. Never trust strongers right? Yet they cared so much about those that they didn't know about. The wildcat knew that he would never end up being like them, so then did he even truly belong in a place such as this? Killua wasn't sure, especially after the lecture that his brother had given him after nearly beating him to death and ripping out his claws at the same time. He would never forget that moment, and there would be a couple moments he could feel the same pain going up his arms again. Either way, he didn't truly understand the kindness and trust that they were showing. Killua had a pit in his stomach thinking that there was a chance that they could possibly be hiding something, and they had a facade over their faces so that no one would ever suspect a thing. It wouldn't be the first time that Killua had seen something like that done. But if that was truly the case, the assassin felt like he would be more than easily capable of picking up on their lies and the fake emotions that they would constantly have. He was an expert at it, and was pretty great when it came to reading body language after so many times of working with others and studying his targets that he was supposed to kill within the certain time frames that were given to him. This reminded him of a certain male that he met in the second batch of clans that he actually decided to join. The other had the nerve to call him a friend as soon as they met one another. Which had shocked him completely because he wasn't sure what to think of the other male, let alone to call him friend considering the last friend he had he ended up murdering just because his family told him to do so. The wildcat didn't completely trust himself in keeping those he cared about safe, and that was a small pawful of names that he could even list. One thing he wished he could have done was save his potential mentor from killing himself. The former leaving having stashed some candy for him upon his death, and Killua couldn't bring himself to eat any of the candy inside of it. It would be like forgetting about him and he didn't want to do that because his advice had been able to help him this far. He didn't belong in the clans, and yet he so wanted to desperately wanted to be happy like them. Which often lead to a small amount of jealousy for their actions.

The albino serval hadn't established himself when it came to the cave the camp was held in. He wasn't quite sure if he even should seek out a place in the camp out make a place for himself somewhere out in the pine forest. It would make his life a whole lot easier and a lot less stressful. But what if he ran into trouble and needed help from others? Doubtful. If he was going to need help, it would probably be his family that he was dealing with and nothing else, and he didn't want to drag innocent animals into his problems either. Killua was quick to catch on with one thing, and that was the amount of sweets that seemed to be in the area of this group. Most of the times animals weren't capable of devouring chocolate or anything like the source, but they seemed to be perfectly fine here for some reason. Maybe these group of animals went through some stomach mutation that somehow favored them. He didn't know and it honestly wasn't worth his time. He could hear noises that were in the distance but didn't decide to pay any attention to him. His scars were almost completely healed and he was trying to have the healed within a couple of days so that he wouldn't have to worry about them opening up if he got into a fight. The assassin scraped the tip of his metal claws on the rock floor of the cave, until he heard a call from somewhere else. He ignored most of what the other said, until cupcakes were brought into the mix. When was the last time he had even had a cupcake? He didn't even know. The last pastry he had was baked by his adopted sister. The wildcat got up onto his paws, already licking his lips at the scent of frosting that he was coming across. It was there that he noticed the big tables and a... pink wolf. Not much of a shocker since his father was a dragon and all but the other's coloration was certainly interesting. "Man, I'm probably going to end up developing cavities with how many sweets are in this place." The assassin would joke, obviously kidding considering that he never got cavities and there had only been one other instance before this about sweets. Such as the hot chocolate. His metal claws clicked the ground even if they were sheathed, the area around the stitches still somewhat swollen and pink. He gazed over the table for a couple of seconds before grabbing a chocolate cupcake himself. Chocolate anything was particularly the best in his opinion. Killua seemed calm for the most part, and he turned his attention back toward Jerseyboy when the other tried to flirt with the canine. A cocky smirk spread across his facial features as he addressed the other male. "Careful there old man, don't want her to throw up her cupcake now do ya?" Killua poked at the other, silently snickering to himself as he returned back to his cupcake. Killua was pretty great when it came to pushing other animal's buttons and pissing others off. It was entertaining to him after all. After talking to a male he didn't know, Killua grabbed some dark blue frosting, quickly decorated the cupcake, and then began to eat it, some blue frosting sticking to his lips as he ate.

clan -- apprentice -- male -- 8 moons