coming home for christmas [open]

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    The tiger cub padded back into camp, utterly exhausted. He had been in whatever you called intense training or whatever, which really didn't have to be too much to wear out someone as young as him. The young tired feline lay down wearily in the stony entrance to the camp, feeling like he just wanted to go to sleep. He looked as though he had been roughed up a bit. His face had some dried blood streaks. He had another raking on his side, but it really wasn't too bad. Evan had a few bruises as well, but you couldn't really tell them from the surface. The spirit butterfly was sitting on his head, wings beating slowly.
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    "Who... are you?" Rainkit tilted his head, curiosity luring him toward the cub. There was blood on him. Did that mean he was 'resting in peace' like that other corpse?
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    "E-Evan? " Asked the advisor as she come up to the scene not knowing what was going on right now. She had paid attention that the tiger not had been around that much lately but not had she thought he would come back looking like this. All beaten up. Worried she of course was. But what good would that do to him?. Staying a bit away Eternal studied him through her concern eyes which she tried to hide before glancing away from him. Not had she the right to ask him on what had happend to him now had she?.


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    John slid up, "Hey Evan, you alright?" The male inquired, his head tilted to the side as he spoke. He was rather good with names, and had met Evan a few times before and spoken to him, so he know who he was.

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    The young tiger cub's tail flicked quietly, lazily, slowly, feeling rather slow and ragged. Ugh. His head felt like it was bursting and extremely tired. His ear twitched as he recognized a voice or two -- he didn't know the first one, that one was for certain. "Uhm...ugh..." He couldn't think that straight at the moment. It was just too crowded in his head. "I'm..." He didn't really know what to say about it. Was he okay? He thought he probably was, although he wasn't fine, if that made any sense.
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    John frowned at the tiger cubs reaction, or response. He felt a pang of sadness for the younger male, "Is there anything I can do to help?" The adviser inquired softly, a half smile resting on his maw, as he queried.

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    Evangelical Nightmare sighed, picking himself up slowly from the ground. He wanted to head off to his nest and get some sleep. His tummy growled slightly. Oh yeah. There was that to consider as well. He hadn't made off with much of anything to eat in this time he'd been away, and a growing boy required eating. Why was John smiling at him? "Uh...some food would be nice..." He said awkwardly.
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    The little snow leopard scampered over, odd eyes flaring in sisterly fury. She had been more than ready to take off after Christmas if the tiger hadn't returned by then. She would've scoured the clans like she had - incompletely - for her sister.




    Her Christmas was obviously not exactly ideal - but Cynthia didn't celebrate holidays. The spotted feline's ripped ears were flat against her skull, and she could feel her tail puffing up. She had immediately placed the blame on Anuva when her brother had vanished, and she really couldn't wait for the next time that no for good spirit-dog showed up because she'd be giving her a piece of her mind then.
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