11-04-2020, 05:30 PM
At confirmation, the feline gulped. Pressure in his chest was building up. The small feline was their only chance of getting the word out. His yellow gaze scanned those that approached, noting that he was the smallest out of them, and accepted his fate with a firm nod. "I'm sure of it," he rumbled towards the cheetah. "We have to try." If they didn't who knows what would happen. Atticus didn't want to think of it. While some of his own morals were skewed, the Pittian was willing to protect those he loved with his own life on the line.
Atticus shifted uncomfortably in his spot. "Traps would be, I believe, our best bet," came his deep voice. "My memory may be faded, but I can point out some spots within the swamps that'll be ideal." His childhood mischief and exploration came in handy for once. The cat's mind wandered to the junkyard, wondering if that would be a good spot to set up a ruse. With all of the resources, slippery slopes, and confusing mazes around the piles, it would definitely debilitate those unfamiliar with the territory.
Atticus shifted uncomfortably in his spot. "Traps would be, I believe, our best bet," came his deep voice. "My memory may be faded, but I can point out some spots within the swamps that'll be ideal." His childhood mischief and exploration came in handy for once. The cat's mind wandered to the junkyard, wondering if that would be a good spot to set up a ruse. With all of the resources, slippery slopes, and confusing mazes around the piles, it would definitely debilitate those unfamiliar with the territory.
THE ONE IN FRONT OF THE GUN LIVES FOREVER
DREAMS OF LIVING LIFE
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WHAT IS IT ABOUT THEM ?
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