LOVE AND POISON ALL THE SAME;; private - Atticus

[Atticus Roux]

Something about the other day rattled his mind. The thought of the girl, Sweeney she said her name was, had been on his mind. Her vivacious tone had intrigued him. Despite what seemed like a cruel intent, an undertone of caring laid within her. Atticus could almost tell. Even so, he cautioned himself. His parents didn't like The Pitt clearly, nor did the others within the clan. Even so, his opinion varied. While the group may have a reputation, that didn't mean everyone was aligned with such. Sweeney could be one of those outcasts. Willing to break free from his own restrictions, he didn't let that stop him. They would meet again.

With his hopes raised, the grey kitten escaped from his home once again. Moth and Selby failed to notice. Thus, into the underbrush he went. As he edged further and further out into the territory, the familiar scent of the dry group became clearer. He paced closer, sure to stick to the shadows. The rustling of the bushes at the border alerted Atticus, causing his head to look over from his path.

The familiar pelt of the fox met his yellow gaze. "Sweeney?" he enthused. "I- uh- you're not supposed to be here." But wasn't that the point? "I mean, not like that is a problem." It was pleasant to see her again. At this point, she was his only acquaintance. His family didn't count. Aurum, Leroy, and the rest of Tanglewood haven't acclimated with him yet either.