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[number nine.]

Soft and small pawsteps caused Nine to raise his head, bright green eyes blinking in surprise when he saw the child there. Foamkit seemed genuinely fascinated with the jaguar's appearance, which he supposed wasn't entirely surprising. He was probably unlike most other creatures the boy had seen, and that would no doubt necessitate some level of curiosity. Number Nine couldn't help the smile that curled along his muzzle at Foamkit's greeting, his fluffy tail flicking behind him before he responded, faintly amused, "Hello there... do you live here?" He wasn't sure how much his words would actually get through to the kit, considering he seemed to have only a basic grasp of language so far. Nine then watched as Foam's gaze was drawn upwards, a soft laugh leaving him at Foamkit's comment about the flowers. Sitting back on his haunches, Nine sweeped the flowers up a little, just so that he could see Foamkit clearly as he spoke, "Why, thank you. I can try making something similar for you." It wouldn't be too hard to make a flower crown for Foam, especially with Nine's natural gifts with greenery.

Nine's attention was then pulled away by the attention of another child, although this one was older. Apprentice aged, if the jaguar had to guess. And just a moment later, his assumption was confirmed, causing Nine to chuckle a bit to himself. Shaking his head from side to side, the winged warrior said simply, "I don't believe that's true... trust me, I got into plenty of pretty important antics back when I was an apprentice. I'm sure you will too." The male could still quite clearly remember his days as an apprentice, training alongside Lewis and everyone else back at his home. He didn't remember most of that time very fondly, but some of it was still positive in Number Nine's mind. After all, without that apprenticeship and everything that came with it, then he might not have met Lewis, and that would've made his entire world so much worse.

Shaking off his little walk down memory lane for now, the bounty hunter found himself pausing when Quasar stepped over Foamkit, a soft chuckle leaving him. He could understand being protective over the kid, especially when they didn't know anything about him yet. Wanting to change this, Number Nine shook his head before speaking, a little smile on his muzzle, "Looking for anyone in particular? Not exactly. I actually came here to join Palmclan, if I'd be allowed to. I've heard a great deal about you all..." He glanced around for a moment, taking in the golden beach and the deep blue sea beyond it. He then said, his fluffy tail coming to wrap around one of his own legs, "As for my name... I'm Number Nine, although most just call me Nine, since it's easier. And trust me, I am aware of how odd my own name is." He didn't know how many times he had gotten weird looks because of his name, but it was a pretty long story to try and tell.

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