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

[Atticus Roux]

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.