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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 320px; height: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; color: white; margin-bottom: -5px]Trafalgar had committed a crime, he knew he had, he felt bad. He felt, really, really bad. He wanted to become a doctor, make his father proud but, he had killed that guy from Sunclan. Even if it had proven to be quite the educational experience, it still, in the pit of his belly felt wrong. Traf hadn't told anyone and he sure as hell wasn't going to, but at least now he had learnt something important.
The tiger cub hovered over a black covered notebook, a pencil clinging between his toes as he completed the rough diagram. This notebook was going to be his key to success, his key to gaining a reputation, his key to learning. The diagram Traf had drawn was quite advanced, it was the almost completely accurate anatomy of a domestic feline. Of course, that didn't account for all animals, but it made it easier for him to estimate where the vital organs would be located. It'd help him heal his clanmates when it came down to it as well, he'd be able to know what their structure should be and what was out of whack. Of course it was only a beginning step though.
Trafalgar tapped the pencil against his jawline, the back of it rebounding off his cheek over and over. His recent murder wasn't the only thought clinging to his mind either, such big problems for his little brain to find a way around. People around him kept dying, over and over again, every couple of days someone new would drop like a bag of spoiled potatoes. Sometimes they came back, but sometimes, they didn't. It was slowly beginning to affect his way of thinking, his thoughts were centred around the reason behind life or death. The superiority and inferiority of others, who got to live and who had to die. It was all quite, disturbing thoughts for a child to have running rampant around in his mind.
Then, then there was his father, or should he say father's. Neptune had seemed so depressed, him and his aunt were fighting over old family matters, the scary man, had arrived at the border, confronting his father about killing someone, or perhaps blaming a suicide on him. Then his father came out of nowhere to announce he was pregnant, that had only made his thoughts of his father waver further, was he not good enough? Had he not proven himself enough, done enough and so his father had needed other children to fill his place? The questions buzzed around his mind like a fly in a frenzy. Though one specific thing had caught his attention, one specific mention of a specific character.
His other father. Morality. What was it Neptune had said about him? He was a traitor, a killer, a terrible person. Did that mean, by any chance that Trafalgar was destined to be just the same? Even after what he had been told, he still wanted to meet him for himself. Though he couldn't bring himself to ask, he couldn't bring himself to even sneak away. Traf just didn't have the balls for it.
Trafalgar pulled a face, his tongue poking out and his eyes rolling back as he attempted to simply mock his problems away. He had better things to worry about, he wanted to find a hat, and if he could a sword as well. He sure as hell wasn't going to be able to do that by sitting on his ass was he? [/fancypost]
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