05-16-2020, 11:18 AM
[div style="max-width: 425px; text-align: justify; text-indent: 30px; opacity: 0.70; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px; padding-top: 10px;"]When Atticus had blubbered gibberish at first, Sweeney thought that was all they were going to get from him until he finally leaned into her and spoke his words, and her eyes widened. His mom was dead? Moth was dead? She'd met the feline right before she'd given birth, when Sweeney was almost a month old. And now she was dead. Sweeney wanted every so desperately to ask how, but knew that the time wasn't right, especially as others came over, speaking their own words.
She agreed with Piers. Atticus needed to go somewhere else not out in the open, somewhere they could talk in private and not have to worry about others, and where they were safe inside the borders of the camp rather than the territory itself. And then there was Dante, someone Sweeney was about to speak her own words to when Atticus did it for her, an interjection she approved of. That was, until Dante got closer.
A growl left the child's throat as she pushed forward, reaching paws forward quickly and attempting to roughly push the feline's maw away from the two children before speaking once more. "Fuck off, Dante!" The Callahan would spit out, ears pinning to the back of her head for just a moment, "All because your mommy didn't love you doesn't mean you get to be a prick." Would she get in trouble from Kydobi or Gael if they knew what she was saying? Maybe. Did she care? No.
Turning back to Atticus, Sweeney would lash her tail once last time before carefully placing her head atop his own for just a moment before pulling back. "Come on Atti, let's go back to camp. I've got a treehouse you can stay in." It actually belonged to her and her sisters, but they'd suck it up or Sweeney would make 'em.
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She agreed with Piers. Atticus needed to go somewhere else not out in the open, somewhere they could talk in private and not have to worry about others, and where they were safe inside the borders of the camp rather than the territory itself. And then there was Dante, someone Sweeney was about to speak her own words to when Atticus did it for her, an interjection she approved of. That was, until Dante got closer.
A growl left the child's throat as she pushed forward, reaching paws forward quickly and attempting to roughly push the feline's maw away from the two children before speaking once more. "Fuck off, Dante!" The Callahan would spit out, ears pinning to the back of her head for just a moment, "All because your mommy didn't love you doesn't mean you get to be a prick." Would she get in trouble from Kydobi or Gael if they knew what she was saying? Maybe. Did she care? No.
Turning back to Atticus, Sweeney would lash her tail once last time before carefully placing her head atop his own for just a moment before pulling back. "Come on Atti, let's go back to camp. I've got a treehouse you can stay in." It actually belonged to her and her sisters, but they'd suck it up or Sweeney would make 'em.
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