CAN'T TELL YOU WHAT YOU'LL FIND -- open, leaving!

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    plasticcub was slowly healing from his encounter with the insignia a few moons ago. his stub of a paw was getting better, and the scar on his soft belly rarely ached anymore. but the jagupard wasn't feeling great here in the dominion. maybe it was because he felt a tug to go somewhere else, to travel to another clan. plastic knew he wasn't old enough or strong enough to be guaranteed safety in his traveling, but the cub prayed that wherever he went, he'd not be tortured again. it was the worst day of his short life.


    stuffing his few belongings inside the tiny leather satchel he had found floating on the lake near shore, plastic made sure to toss in a few pieces of freshkill. a thick-tailed squirrel caught his bright viridian gaze, and the male involuntarily shivered. he remembered in the insignia, when jethro had chopped off his paw, his cousin leonardo had come to visit him and brought a squirrel. plasticcub suddenly snarled quietly and kicked the squirrel out of sight, ears flattened as he began to shuffle his way towards the edges of the territory.


    now, the only thing left. to say goodbye. to javier, anita, bernardo, and his various aunts, uncles, and cousins. it's no use to say a speech, a simply goodbye will do just fine, plassy thought, a frown growing on his maw. he was sad to leave his parents behind - he hadn't been away from anita except when captured and exploring. and to be honest, plasticcub was nervous. very nervous.


    "uh...mom, dad? anyone else who wants to listen i guess? i'm.....l-leaving. g'bye, i love you guys!"


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    "T'was nice making your acquaintance, nino," Ferdinand called after the male, trying his best to stifle his sigh. Damn, there goes another one, and one of Javita's kids, too. Hopefully this one wouldn't wind up in a ditch with only a stick for a companion. Damn again.