05-01-2018, 07:29 PM
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[shadow=darkblue,right]KILLUA[/shadow]
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(hella late to this sorry aaa!)
Clans usually had patterns with one another when it came to the aspect of joiners. He had seen the different types over his lifetime and had made sure to memorize all of them so that he wouldn't end up forgetting. This way, he should know what to expect when he does end up approaching the border. The wildcat still isn't the type to be incredibly nice to those that were on the border despite his mood at the moment. He was incredibly happy now that he had a friend and everything, but there was still the aspect that he needed to get stronger and get stronger for London as well because the clouded leopard could only defend herself so much with the condition that she had right now. The young male had seen plenty of instances where someone ends up dropping their young on the border only to immediately abandon them. There were plenty of reasons why Killua didn't get along with adults, and it usually ended up being how the way that they treated their children. Like garbage, or something that could just be thrown away and forgotten about. Half of the reasons why some clanners ended up hating their parents was because of the fact that they were abandoned. It pissed him off, and what he would give to see the parents face just to beat their face in. He wasn't like that anymore, although he knew it was only going to be a matter of time before he came across a familiar scene again. Killua probably would have been pissed off in this situation, but there was little he was going to end up doing about it. The albino serval had been doing his usual rounds, a lollipop in his mouth when he heard a long string of voices off in the distance. He flicked one of his large white ears as he knew it was coming from the border and that just meant that there was probably someone trying to join. The smell of decay slowly began to make its way up to its nose, and this immediately put the Snowstriker on alert to what was going on. What had happened? Killua arrived on the scene landing silently in the snow to see three familiar faces gathered around someone. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed as he looked at the corpse that was on the ground. Killua approached the dead feline and seemed to look it over for a couple of seconds. There were no wounds on its body, and no signs of any blunt trauma either. It almost looked like the other had froze to death. Obviously not healthy, but there was something else that was there, and he heard the small chirps a kitten. What? His attention immediately turned toward the kitten, a confused look on his face. Jacob said that he was going to be able to take care of the kitten. Killua raised a nonexistent eyebrow toward the Chief. "You think you'll be able to take care of them? You practically busy all of the time." Killua stated calmly, although he wasn't trying to be rude, he was just speaking facts as he looked at the kitten. Maybe it would be best to actually give it someone that was a parent. Jacob was just barely older than him, and Killua doubted that if he was in charge of the kitten he would be able to raise them correctly. A neutral look was spread across his facial features as he looked at the wolfdog.
Clans usually had patterns with one another when it came to the aspect of joiners. He had seen the different types over his lifetime and had made sure to memorize all of them so that he wouldn't end up forgetting. This way, he should know what to expect when he does end up approaching the border. The wildcat still isn't the type to be incredibly nice to those that were on the border despite his mood at the moment. He was incredibly happy now that he had a friend and everything, but there was still the aspect that he needed to get stronger and get stronger for London as well because the clouded leopard could only defend herself so much with the condition that she had right now. The young male had seen plenty of instances where someone ends up dropping their young on the border only to immediately abandon them. There were plenty of reasons why Killua didn't get along with adults, and it usually ended up being how the way that they treated their children. Like garbage, or something that could just be thrown away and forgotten about. Half of the reasons why some clanners ended up hating their parents was because of the fact that they were abandoned. It pissed him off, and what he would give to see the parents face just to beat their face in. He wasn't like that anymore, although he knew it was only going to be a matter of time before he came across a familiar scene again. Killua probably would have been pissed off in this situation, but there was little he was going to end up doing about it. The albino serval had been doing his usual rounds, a lollipop in his mouth when he heard a long string of voices off in the distance. He flicked one of his large white ears as he knew it was coming from the border and that just meant that there was probably someone trying to join. The smell of decay slowly began to make its way up to its nose, and this immediately put the Snowstriker on alert to what was going on. What had happened? Killua arrived on the scene landing silently in the snow to see three familiar faces gathered around someone. His sapphire blue eyes narrowed as he looked at the corpse that was on the ground. Killua approached the dead feline and seemed to look it over for a couple of seconds. There were no wounds on its body, and no signs of any blunt trauma either. It almost looked like the other had froze to death. Obviously not healthy, but there was something else that was there, and he heard the small chirps a kitten. What? His attention immediately turned toward the kitten, a confused look on his face. Jacob said that he was going to be able to take care of the kitten. Killua raised a nonexistent eyebrow toward the Chief. "You think you'll be able to take care of them? You practically busy all of the time." Killua stated calmly, although he wasn't trying to be rude, he was just speaking facts as he looked at the kitten. Maybe it would be best to actually give it someone that was a parent. Jacob was just barely older than him, and Killua doubted that if he was in charge of the kitten he would be able to raise them correctly. A neutral look was spread across his facial features as he looked at the wolfdog.
snowbound -- snowstriker -- male -- 8 moons
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albino serval | extreme difficulty | BIO