10-21-2020, 09:36 PM
A groan came from Atticus as he settled down in the audience for the meeting. For as much as he didn't want to be here during his healing, it was his duty as an acolyte. Slouching forward to lay down, pain shot radiated in his broken ribs and shot through his chest, causing him to dart back up to a sitting position. Seemed like he was standing today. With a huff, the tabby cat began to listen to Gael's announcements.
Of course the first thing mentioned was Stryker's visit. The yellow hues of his wanted to roll back in their sockets. Atticus didn't want to acknowledge the situation any further, but with Vale's disagreement and his frustration, it was bound to happen. For now though, the male kept his mouth shut. Tygrve would definitely snap back at him if they were attendance too, so it was smarter for him to stay silent.
Of course the first thing mentioned was Stryker's visit. The yellow hues of his wanted to roll back in their sockets. Atticus didn't want to acknowledge the situation any further, but with Vale's disagreement and his frustration, it was bound to happen. For now though, the male kept his mouth shut. Tygrve would definitely snap back at him if they were attendance too, so it was smarter for him to stay silent.
THE ONE IN FRONT OF THE GUN LIVES FOREVER
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