You're filling your heart up with hate;; open - pitt child

[Atticus Roux]

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.