shrieking | open, leaving(?)

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Win wasn't very good at talking to people, no matter the situation. He was quiet at best, and at worst, he ended up pissing people off or picking fights. Comforting people is a mess, and affection is nonexistent with him, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care. His paws shuffle awkwardly when he sees Stuart packing, looking up, and then down again. Would it be wrong to intrude? Insecurity isn't a common thing for the deputy, but anxiety is, surprisingly. Usually it doesn't affect much, but today, it does. Just a little bit. "You going somewhere?"
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;]Were he to up and leave, he'd have to simply take his blanket and depart. He had no other belongings, nothing else to call his own - it'd be simple, easy, but he wouldn't do it. Not yet. He wasn't attached to the clan, nor anybody in it, but he had nowhere else to go, lest he was ready to accept his own demise. Leaving WindClan was a death sentence for him, regardless of whether he'd admit it or not - he couldn't fend for himself even if he wanted to, and his survival thus far was a miracle in his books.

Making it to WindClan was a stroke of unusual good luck in an otherwise dismal life. Redkit wasn't about to forsake that sort of fortune.

But the blue canine seemed ready to go, whether permanently or temporarily, packing stuff as if about to flee the clan. Redkit couldn't imagine WindClan suiting everybody, but the idea of leaving was.. daunting. He didn't know how far the nearest clan was, whether safety was just around the corner or a hundred miles away - he assumed Stuart did, or that the dog didn't care about that, because he couldn't imagine any other factors pushing him to depart. Still, he didn't know the guy, nor did he know whether it was appropriate to say goodbye, try and talk him out of it or even be there. Just standing off to the side, somewhere to the left of and behind Wintersoldier, felt wrong to him. Foreign. Morally incorrect.

Tugging the blanket so that it covered the majority of his right, Redkit studied Stuart silently, deciding to wait for the dog's reply before speaking.
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The last time someone had left the ban, it wasn't long before everyone went their separate ways. Noodle flattened her ears when she saw her friend and bandmate clearly packing to get away from this place. She settled down next to 2D, her gaze on his bag until she finally spoke up. "You're going to visit, right?" WindClan was beginning to grow on her. She knew she would stay, at least for now. But she didn't want to lose her friends either.

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"Matters to me," Win assures, brows drawn in with concern. He watches the smile, the sigh. While he can understand that some people would disapprove of the smoking and drinking, but that doesn't really mean that they can treat people awfully because of it. Rude people, well, the canine's not sure that he's able to talk on that subject. He can be an ass, sure, but not to people who don't deserve it. Actually, that's not entirely true. If he does, though, Win makes up for it later, in his own way. "What's bothering you? Even if you don't stay, I'd like to make sure it doesn't happen again."
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid #000000; width: 440px;][justify][size=7pt][b]"I know the feeling. I don't blame you much for wanting to leave. I've been feeling unwelcomed lately myself." Kate murmured, not looking up from her small paws, ears pinned to the side of her head. Lately, she'd been mocked and bullied on a small level, and while it was probably pathetic to all these strong, incredible Windclan warriors, it hurt. Of course, she did not plan to leave the clan herself, but she could see why 2D would feel similar. "We can't stop you from leaving, its your choice in the long run. But we'll miss having you here even if you've only been here for a short while, we'll certainly miss your music. And I know your friends will defiantly miss you too."

"I know you don't, 'D. But Mur, Rus, and I are all gonna miss you too much if you don't visit once or twice. Where are you going to go, anyway?" If he wasn't gonna visit them, she was going to visit him no matter where he went.

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It's not like he can argue with that, right? Win feels it too. That spike that seems to be driving everyone apart. It's not a sensation he enjoys, and in all honesty, the deputy can't exactly pinpoint where it comes from. The feeling had only increased over the last few days, tearing his clan apart. They argued, they fought, and it would never lead to anything good. How could they defend each other in battle when they wouldn't from each other? Winter bites his tongue a little bit, staring at his own paws with that same concerned air. "If this place doesn't feel right to you, it's not right to make you stay. Is there anyone in particular that's hurting you?" He didn't want them to get away with it. Anyone who made others feel like they didn't have room to talk wasn't good news. What if other people started leaving? This whole thing was a mess, but in the end, it wasn't Stuart's fault.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 430px;][justify]Oh, was it him? He hoped it was him. Though he had only had one interaction with the guy he didn't really care if he had upset him in some way. Lightly walking over the fu dog would tilt his head and peer at the group before he sat down. Oh, perhaps he could give some advice for the situation and he flicked his wrapped tail back and forth as he lifted his head up. "I recommend being yourself. That always seems to help when getting along with others."

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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 420px; text-align: justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;]Listening in, Red gets the feeling he's come at the wrong time. People want to leave, there's a rift splitting people down the middle, and suddenly, he feels it. The staleness in the air. He watches Stuart and Wintersoldier interact, observes as the cobalt canine agrees to stay, and then pushes his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I'm glad you've decided to stay. I'm Redkit." the cougar cub offers then, his expression neutral - he forces it into a small smile, and finds that the longer he holds it, the easier it is. It's still fleeting, though, and he next turns to Wraithstatic. Be yourself? Perhaps, but if you're an asshole, then perhaps being yourself isn't the greatest way to convince people to come close. He says nothing on that matter. He doesn't know what others think of him.
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