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Kensi looked at Sparrow and sighed. She felt like could use a friend at the moment. "Hey, Sparrow. Wanna go for a walk with me?" She asked. She smiled at him in a friendly way.

Sparrow sighed and got to his paws, "alright," he muttered.
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((Sorry I hadn't replied earlier, I was watching this really depressing short film about if heterosexuality was a sin))

OOC: See you, we'll miss ya!

IC: Chroma hopped to her paws and pranced over to Sparrow and Kensi, looking cheerful as ever with her ears perked and her tail hanging high in the air. "Ooh, walk? Can I come?" She asked, for once not bouncing up and down as she waited for a response.

The white bengal she cat looked at Sparrow. "Ask Sparrow, Chroma. I was just going to go for a walk and decided to invite him. I don't mind, but I'm not sure about him." She yawned and stretched her forelegs.

Sparrow shook his head and looked at his paws, "No, I'm sorry Chroma. I'd just like to be with only one person at a time." That was half of it. The other half being he just can't keep up with Chroma endless energy right now. "I'll take a walk with you later, alright?" he meowed gently, trying not to sound rude.

Sparrow turned away from Chroma and started to walk with Kensi, "so, why did you want to talk? I mean, why else would you want me to come on a walk?"

Kensi sighed. "You seem distracted. I figured you would want someone to talk to if you ever needed it. I'm here to talk." The bengal made her way up the hill. "I may seem tough but I'm a good listener." She sat at the top of the hill and watched clouds.

Her ears drooped a little. "O-oh... Okay. That's alright." She mewed with a shrug and hopped away. She decided to hunt for herself and quickly caught a mouse, which she then wolfed down before laying down at the base of a tree.

Sparrow sighed and sat down next to Kensi. "I'm just. . . upset. A little more, but not just because of Zephyrus," he explained softly, "I'm not sure how much you heard, but I had a brother named Thrush, he was always trying to be the best, to be the most powerful. He was always trying . He joined a clan in the city, extremely harsh stuff went on and I joined him. I-I was afraid I wouldn't survive without him, I was afraid of change really, so I joined. The cats there were merciless, they killed anyone who hunted on their territory, so I decided to leave. I told Thrush what I was planning to do and he ratted on me." Sparrow shook his head and laid down, his eyes clouded over before closing them. "H-he was ordered to kill me--slowly. That's how I got the scars on my muzzle and ears. T-there's more, my long coat cover's them." He shook his head and opened his eyes, looking off into the distance, "and do you want to know the funny thing? I still expect people to stay, but they always leave. My sister left me after I was healed, didn't even say goodbye, Thrush left me for the crows, and now Zephyrus. I actually believed he would stay, I really liked him, more, more than any cat. and now he left when someone offered him more rewards. It's just an endless cycle for me. Trust, believe, be betrayed." He looked back at Kensi, "I-I'm sorry, you probably don't want to hear me list off all my problems."

((Holy crap, that took forever))

"It's okay. I know what it's like to be like that." Kensi sighed. "My father was killed a long time ago. He was killed by a dog, or at least I thought. I learned through my friends that he was killed by some rogues. I ran away from my mother then and I've lived on my own since." She smiled, sadly. "I miss her, but it was the best thing I've ever done. Just so you know, I don't plan to leave any of the group. I plan to stay with you guys."

Sparrow smiled and nuzzled Kensi in a friendly way (not romantic mmk). "Could you tell me about the Hero of the Salty Sea? I've already heard the story from my mom, but he had always seemed too . . . perfect, if that makes sense. I know he went on a huge adventure with his two friends, to slay a waterbeast, but it just doesn't seem real. Taking down three foxes by himself? That just doesn't work. I was wondering if you heard about him being different."

The Bengal tried to recall the story. "Long ago, there was a Tom by the name of Pounce who traveled the world with his friends, Leo and Pride. The trio was inseparable and they enjoyed their travels. I met him one time. He goes by Jet now. He is a very tough Tom, strong, broad shouldered and has a steely gaze. He had a lot of scars and the thing about how he fought three foxes was really about team work. It was all three of them against three foxes. The water beast was just a name for a large dog that lived by a beach." Kensi chuckled. The Bengal she cat purred. "All of the stuff they tell kits is a spin to make him seem more legendary."

Sparrow nodded, "that's what I thought. I guess . . . when you do something epic, people will make it seem even more epic and tell it to others. So, as time goes on they seem even better than they actually are. Even as time passes and it's someone you know, they seem even better than they really are. And then others will seek you out, trying to meet the cat from the stories and then get disappointed when he isn't what they expect."

"My dad knew Jet. My dad was Pride. I've known Jet my whole life. He's pretty relaxed." Kensi purred. "Maybe one day they'll tell those stories about us." She chuckled. The white spotted she cat nudged Sparrow.

Sparrow chuckled, "maybe. Imagine if they described Chroma as a fierce warrior!"

Kensi laughed. "Chroma could be a fierce warrior. Just needs some training. Now if she's a fierce warrior, I'm hell." She flicked her tail and smirked. "You'd be hell also. Zeph would just be the worst thing ever."

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Letting out a huff of breath, the angry coyote made his return to the area. It had been a while, although he wasn't sure quite how long, but he was making his way back. Blood was coated on his muzzle and paws, although he didn't care too much about it. He cared more about the new scratches covering both of his paws and the long gash running down his side. It didn't hurt, but he knew that it was something that could majorly influence him if he didn't treat it. Sadly, he couldn't reach his side, though, so he needed help, though he didn't want to admit it.

He felt so tired. Instead of trekking any further, he decided to just... lay down for a second and collect his bearings. He let his eyes close, allowing himself to make an attempt to slumber, but to no avail. Oh, well. If he died here, he could always just switch his soul into a new body. Still, he'd miss this one. It was the one he was born in, after all. The one he'd mutated in. No. He wouldn't change bodies just yet. He'd wait, see if he could survive. If he died... Oh, well. He'd deal with that when the time came. For now, he'd just rest, surrounded by the thick scent of metallic blood.

//guess who's alive. ME. and zeph. sorta.

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Sparrow laughed, "agreed, the guy could shrug off a bite to the throat!" He sat up and sniffed, smelling blood. "Kensi, do you smell that?" he asked nervously. He got to his paws and padded hurriedly in the direction of the smell. He came to a stop beside a very bloody coyote. "Zephyrus," he gasped, not believing what he was seeing, "w-what happened? Are you alright?" He turned around and called into the forest, "Kensi! Kensi, come quick! It's Zephyrus, he's badly injured!"

Chroma gagged when she picked up the heavy, sharp tang of fresh blood. Nose wrinkled, she stood up and looked around, more disgusted than scared. She decided to walk towards it, wondering what could be causing such a foul stench. When she saw the familiar canine, looking sickly, and gasped. She hopped over to him. "Zephy! Are you okay?!" She exclaimed, bouncing up and down more than she usually did. Then she stopped, an unusual serious look overriding her fear and minor distaste. "Where are you hurt, Zephy? I can help!"
//Chroma saves the day, anyone? X3