RIP AND SMASH THROUGH THE HORNET'S NEST // o, joining

[CAESAR CIPHER.]

THERE IS NO LIFE, THERE IS NO SPARK !

CAESAR CIPHER. MALE. THE PITT. DWELLER.

If there was one thing Caesar noticed, it was the way Warringkingdoms seemed to be on edge. The other feline was constantly looking in the distance and Caesar had half the mind to say something, but as far as he was aware... There was nothing else here. Not that he knew of, anyway. He blinked at the moss Rin brought, almost as if he were confused at what to do with it, before he lapped at it. The water was fresh and it felt strangely satisfying to him (probably due to how he constantly neglected his bodies). His body shivered at the taste, relieved to get some sort of needed substance.

Walk? Caesar looked up at Rin at her words. "Yeah... I should be able to walk." There wasn't really a reason he couldn't right? The savannah grabbed the moss in his jaws, slowly getting to his paws. His legs shook but otherwise, he seemed to be stable. He flicked an ear, trying to signal that he was ready for wherever these Elysium members wanted to take him.

#psychosocial.