10-29-2020, 07:39 PM
With time, Atticus realized how his mother's arrival and rough departure were both traumatic but somehow with good spirit. After her death, the kitten ran to The Pitt to seek out something new and indulge in his wild side, almost acting out because of his trauma. Now Moth was back though. Things were different. Yellow hues opened up to the world's changes. The Pitt was once his stability after his family fell into shambles, but now his mother was back and Sweeney remained one of his best friends. Their presence gave him new hope. Extroverted and greedy, he wanted to gain the feeling of inclusion. How though? After some light thinking, the male realized his surname was valuable. Rouxs were within most of the groups, prominently within The Typhoon. They could provide him with new relations and he could finally reach out to his long lost family that he once chose to ignore. Not only this, he could head home for once. Without any burden too. Invigorated, he begun to pack.
With a leather satchel wrapped around his waist, the male wandered to the edge of the jungle and turned his back to the desert. Golden eyes stared into it's depths. He was going to miss this place, even if he wasn't going to be gone for long. A sigh left him. His body turned out and he shifted. Atticus' paw hesitantly twitched forward, ready to leave, but paused. He couldn't leave without a goodbye, especially to those close to him.
Feeling too guilty to write a not, he let out a short yell. "I'm going out for awhile to visit the other groups and stay within Tanglewood with my mother for awhile," Atticus remarked. "I'll be back soon though!" He wasn't sure on a specific time frame, but it shouldn't be too long. Maybe a few days? Traveling would wear him down, especially with his recent injuries, but the tabby truly felt like he needed to get away. The ongoing bickering within The Pitt didn't help either. Perhaps the two supposed enemies would fight over leadership while he was gone (if Gael offered).
"See you soon." And with that, he walked off into the desert. Atticus wouldn't argue if anyone followed him on his adventure or caught up to chat though.
With a leather satchel wrapped around his waist, the male wandered to the edge of the jungle and turned his back to the desert. Golden eyes stared into it's depths. He was going to miss this place, even if he wasn't going to be gone for long. A sigh left him. His body turned out and he shifted. Atticus' paw hesitantly twitched forward, ready to leave, but paused. He couldn't leave without a goodbye, especially to those close to him.
Feeling too guilty to write a not, he let out a short yell. "I'm going out for awhile to visit the other groups and stay within Tanglewood with my mother for awhile," Atticus remarked. "I'll be back soon though!" He wasn't sure on a specific time frame, but it shouldn't be too long. Maybe a few days? Traveling would wear him down, especially with his recent injuries, but the tabby truly felt like he needed to get away. The ongoing bickering within The Pitt didn't help either. Perhaps the two supposed enemies would fight over leadership while he was gone (if Gael offered).
"See you soon." And with that, he walked off into the desert. Atticus wouldn't argue if anyone followed him on his adventure or caught up to chat though.
THE ONE IN FRONT OF THE GUN LIVES FOREVER
DREAMS OF LIVING LIFE
better off without them — tabby — tanglewood — [url=https://beastsofbeyond.com/index.php?topic=13998.0]tags
WHAT IS IT ABOUT THEM ?
atticus — former pittian — they're nothing but unstable