05-15-2020, 06:28 PM
The sound of paw steps neared. His head ducked low, looking down at the sound. He knew he wasn't supposed to be here. Guilt filled his chest as the movement grew closer, expecting to be ridiculed. The Pittian's enemy did not expect a kind greeting, unlike last time. Thankfully, the girl he yearned for came through first. Sweeney's paw brushed against his shoulder and Atticus stopped in his tracks. A weary stare looked up at the familiar Pittian.
Pointed ears pinned to the back of his head, mimicking her own. His marigold hues gazed into her eyes momentarily, contemplating what to even say. He stuttered gibberish at first. Before the kitten could move forward and describe his sorrow further, she had already taken the privilege away. 'Atti, what's wrong?' she crooned softly. Overwhelmed, Atticus' tired eyes began to swell with tears. He stammered forward with a violent shudder, brushing off her paw and attempting to lean into her shoulder for support. Though his speech were muffled by her fur, his next point was clearly stated. Even if the reality was cruel. "She's dead, Sweeney," he said, choking on his words. "My momma's dead." Through staggered sobs, the kitten closed his eyes and attempted to press into his friend's side, aching for her warmth and support.
Another voice caused his head to raise up with eyes plastered open. The last time Piers arrived, the hybrid greeted him with no words. This time, he decided to speak though. Atticus swallowed nervously. After Pier's suggestion, he looked over towards Sweeney for agreement. While he wished to unload here, they were probably better off in private. No one wanted to hear his heart-wrenching sobs.
In regards to Dante's comment, his maw pulled backwards into a snarl. Through the tears, he snapped back at Dante. The cigarette-smelling shark hybrid didn't need to imply anything. "Go blow off smoke elsewhere, brat," came his immature comment. With that, he turned back to Sweeney. That was all from Atticus for now.
Pointed ears pinned to the back of his head, mimicking her own. His marigold hues gazed into her eyes momentarily, contemplating what to even say. He stuttered gibberish at first. Before the kitten could move forward and describe his sorrow further, she had already taken the privilege away. 'Atti, what's wrong?' she crooned softly. Overwhelmed, Atticus' tired eyes began to swell with tears. He stammered forward with a violent shudder, brushing off her paw and attempting to lean into her shoulder for support. Though his speech were muffled by her fur, his next point was clearly stated. Even if the reality was cruel. "She's dead, Sweeney," he said, choking on his words. "My momma's dead." Through staggered sobs, the kitten closed his eyes and attempted to press into his friend's side, aching for her warmth and support.
Another voice caused his head to raise up with eyes plastered open. The last time Piers arrived, the hybrid greeted him with no words. This time, he decided to speak though. Atticus swallowed nervously. After Pier's suggestion, he looked over towards Sweeney for agreement. While he wished to unload here, they were probably better off in private. No one wanted to hear his heart-wrenching sobs.
In regards to Dante's comment, his maw pulled backwards into a snarl. Through the tears, he snapped back at Dante. The cigarette-smelling shark hybrid didn't need to imply anything. "Go blow off smoke elsewhere, brat," came his immature comment. With that, he turned back to Sweeney. That was all from Atticus for now.