A little runaway (open, joining)

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    Shakily, the small blue cat pulled his way up the stone stairs of BlizzardClan, unused to the chill in his fur, or the distance he had come to be here. There were scratch marks upon his right cheek, mostly scabbed over by now, though there was still blood in his fur from where they had bled openly earlier. If one looked carefully, it would appear to have been another, perhaps older cat's - but what adult cat would have harmed an apprentice in such a way? It couldn't possibly have been a battle, with that being the only obvious injury, could it?


    It would heal over with time, though, and if he was lucky enough that it didn't get infected, it might not even scar over. He hoped it wouldn't - he couldn't bear the thought of it leaving a permanent mark upon him.


    Eventually, he reached the top of the stairs, and it was only then that it truly occurred to him that he was on some other clan's territory, and not the one of his birth. Possibilities swam through his mind of what that would mean for him; a lone apprentice who had just been declared a failure in training to fight could hardly hold his own against any sort of patrol, and in this exhausted state, he wasn't sure if he could run from anyone who thought of him as a threat.


    Maybe he could just...


    "U-uhm," he began, extremely eloquently, at anyone he was sure was there who he couldn't yet see. "I don't mean harm - I'm Littlepaw, and I just... ran away from my home clan," he admitted, flopping down and into a catloaf.


    [color=#537ca6]"So I was... sort of hoping I could find someplace to stay...

    Already, there were more clan members greeting him than Littlepaw had anticipated, and he was glad they all seemed relatively friendly enough.


    So far, at least.


    "A-ah, thank you," he said, looking between all three clan members who had greeted him, and smiling shakily. The comment about his scratches made him jump, and he tried to lick the blood off, self-consciously - his tongue didn't go that far, unfortunately. "It's... it's not that bad, is it?"[color=#a1bcd7] he asked, tilting his head slightly. He couldn't see it, and, in truth - he didn't want to.


    [color=#537ca6]"It was just a training accident, really..."



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    ☀ "right!" she began, nodding in the direction of the other domestic. "your home clan, you say? what did they do to you?" she had a passing thought about how she probably shouldn't have asked. what if i'm being too nosy, or overstepping boundaries? too late to go back now, i guess...


    "yes, yes, you can stay here for as long as you want. we'll protect you," she felt a pang of sympathy for littlepaw.


    how could it be a training accident if he had just ran away from his clan..?
    she subconsciously repeated her question. "what happened? do you require assistance from a medic?" she tensed her muscles, ready to call for mary or medusa.


    divi realized she forgot to introduce herself, and her legs naturally relaxed as she said the same, pre-rehearsed phrase. "i'm divinepaw, by the way. a paladin trainee here..." so, she guessed she wasn't doing much better with her greetings after all. oh well.


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    "Again, thank you..." Littlepaw murmured, voice growing quieter as he spoke. Too tired, too many things that had happened all at once, too many things to process. He nodded slowly at the words; Divinepaw and Chestnutfall, summoning a medic for the scratches...


    He realized he had nearly closed his eyes without answering the question asked of - what exactly had happened? He shrunk into himself, fur fluffing out protectively. "Ohhhh, oh, no," he said, voice still barely above a whisper; a whisper that was getting harder and harder to force out. "We never trained with claws, not enough to hurt... No, ah..."


    [color=#a1bcd7]His eyes blinked closed, and he found it hard to reopen them, especially with the burning shame that came with his confession. [color=#537ca6]"We were out hunting, and I didn't want to kill a squirrel, and my dad, well, he told me I'd never be a proper warrior if I couldn't hunt, and I was falling behind on my fight training, and he wasn't happy with me, and told me all he ever wanted was a warrior son, so-"


    [color=#a1bcd7]His voice broke off, and he didn't continue, instead shaking where he lay as he remembered. And where was his father now? Dead, possibly, and he couldn't even feel a thing.

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    An abusive parent. Ichigo never had to go through something like that ever. However, he never really knew his parents in the first place since they had been killed by demon like creatures when he was very young. Because of that, he had been forced to learn how to survive on his very own at a very young age. He never liked killing all that much even to this very day, and took pity on a lot of creatures. Which was maybe the reason that he had so many enemies because he thought that they would change. Either way, he still needed to get better sooner or later. The over sized cougar twitched one of his rounded ears as he made his way over, his armor rattling with each step he took even though it was primarily made out of leather. "Yo kid. Welcome to Blizzardclan. You'll be safe here. I'm Kurosaki Ichigo." The former leader said in a calm voice as he sat himself down, curling his thick tail around his paws. Even though he barely knew most creatures here, he would protect them. He would protect every innocent creatures even if it killed him. Not like he hadn't died before of course. A mixture between a exhausted and a scowl was spread across his facial features as he spoke.
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    Chibiterasu didn't know his father. His mother always kept him a secret, even if her bugged her to death about him. Oh well. He would always be a mystery to him. Chibi walked over to his mother's side, smiling at the small cat,"Sorry about your daddy issues. Trust me, nothing like that happens here! I'm Chibiterasu by the way, but you can call me Chibi."

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    "Hey hey hey. Give the kit some room to breath guys. Anymore crowding around and he'll die of paranoia." Arty joked as the mother walked up to the kit and smiled softy. Ahhhh Daddy issues. Arty never experienced what Daddy issues actually were. She never really had a Daddy to have issues, or a Mummy either. Hence why she wanted to be the best mother for her darling kits, especially for Lucerna. "I'm Arty, but if you want to be more formal with me, My name's Artemis, Artemis Nyxia Ashburn Lightwood. I'm one of the two deputies here. Welcome to BlizzardClan!"

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    Littlepaw nodded at all the encouraging words and introductions, too tired to respond to them individually. Still, one thing confused him - wasn't that just some normal thing? His father loved him, after all, and just wanted him to be the best warrior he could possibly be. That was all. He had been a decent cat otherwise, and a loving father, if distant...


    The cougar set off a warning in his head, some odd discomfort even though he couldn't exactly place why. As far as Littlepaw could tell, he was friendly enough; it was doubtful that he even had a good reason to feel this way, but... Still, it was nice when Artemis came over and told everyone to give him some room. Even if it was somewhat joking, he was definitely overwhelmed at the moment with new, strange people. He nodded again at her introduction as deputy, eyes wide, before smiling shakily up at her. He mouthed a thanks before re-positioning himself until he was curled up in a ball. Seeing a medic could wait a little while longer, probably... right? He was tired...

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    Ichigo had been used to getting strange looks. Especially when he first joined the clans when he had a sword with him. They had all looked at him with anger and fear and he had grown used to it even though they were putting stereotypes just because he had carried a weapon at the time. Now though, he didn't have a weapon and simply was just a large cougar with armor. He used to have so much power at his disposal to the point where he was no longer fully mortal. He had been a Death God, dealing with the after life and sending certain souls down to Hell where they belonged and where they could rot away for all eternity. Not to mention that he had most powers that most creatures in the area also had as well, but those were gone along with his power of a Death God or Shinigami depending on what word people wanted to use. There were pieces of his soul that were currently missing, and if he didn't fix what was happening with him, well he would end up dying and his body would just be an empty shell. The one emotion he hadn't seen in a long time when someone looked at him was the emotion of being suspicious or even wary. He looked down at the young male that was looking at him and didn't respond to anything that he had said. This made Ichigo a little bit uncomfortable. Even though the creature was a domestic cat, most had the ability to see souls and auras. Was he seeing his? He sure as hell hoped not. He turned his head in the direction of Artemis, and shrugged his shoulders. So the over sized cougar took a couple steps back, the exhausted look spread across his facial features.
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    "Poppet?" Arty asked as she looked down, her smile wiped off of her lips as her eyebrows were furrowed to show how worried she was for him. "You alright? You don't look okay." She whispered as she crouched down and placed a warm paw on Littlelight's shoulder. "Do you need to see a Medic?"

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    It wasn't anything Ichigo had said or done that made Littlepaw wary - it was just the exhaustion, and the image still preying on his mind of a cat much larger than he yelling, or upset, or clawing at his face for failure. He relaxed as the cougar stepped away, and, really, there was no possible way he'd be hurt, anyway. He was safe, after all, wasn't he?


    He blinked, looking up; he hadn't meant to worry Arty, honestly. He mumbled something, to the effect of [color=#537ca6]" 'm tired," [color=#a1bcd7]so quietly that it could barely be heard. He did need a medic, though, for his cheek at least, so he nodded at her offer before slowly starting to pick himself up. He had made it this far, hadn't he? Surely he could make it to a medic.

    The light blue tom walked up, mask hiding his facial features and mandalorian armor covering his body. His cape was slightly rippling in the breeze. He looked at the small kit.

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    Arty just sighed softly as she smiled and nodded her head. "Alright Little. I'm going to bring you to a Medic and she's going to take care of you. If she isn't there, you won't mind if I take care of that cheek and leave you to lie down on my bed?" She asked.

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    Littlepaw shook his head, smiling gratefully at Arty and nodding in a way he hoped would be thanks enough, until he had recovered enough to start speaking again. She felt safe, at least, as a deputy probably should. He was sure he could trust her to look after his cheek if no medic could be found available - it was a calming sort of feeling, one that reminded him of-


    ....now was not the time to think of her and worry.

    Looking down at him, he got up and pulled his cape around him, preparing to go back to his den.