I need a hero - new friends (p)

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0; width: 440px;font-family: verdana; line-height:100%; font-size: 8pt;][justify]The cub had innocently been about to leave the territory with the same intention as her. They wanted to go and draw things. They were still trying to get around to heading to Blizzardclan and sketching the floating islands, but they'd been denied the right several times due to losing their focus. This was one of these times. From their distance, they couldn't tell if she was trespassing or she was outside the border. Their sense of smell wasn't the best. But they could tell by the way that she was moving. She was drawing. It was in their curious nature to investigate such things. "Hi from Aishi...Aishi doesn't know you. Aishi likes drawing though." They murmured a shy greeting to the other tiger, bicolored orbs eyeing their paws in their nervous way. Which usually meant that they were wondering if they should show off their work. They liked being recognized for it.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0; width: 440px;font-family: verdana; line-height:100%; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Bittersweet? They did adore lollies and such, but the word bitter left them feeling uneasy when they lisped it to themselves. They weren't really the sort who judged others by their names, but being a sensitive and inquisitive soul, they were always thinking about the names of others. Their name wasn't a word that they knew the definition of. Plus they still didn't know how to read even now when they were so close to their apprenticeship. Their unfortunate ignorance would be a burden to their future one day. The cub nodded nervously in response to her question. They were actually quite bad at it as well, but if anyone told them that, the poor cub would be destroyed. As she offered them a pad, they blinked at it unsurely. They did have their own of course. But it was getting a little full...plus they liked free hand-outs, even if they were only temporary. The cub edged a paw over it and pulled it close to them, rummaging in their bag and producing a pencil case. Their half-brother Lewis had been kind enough to shower them with gifts once, so they were well stocked on art equipment. Well, excluding paper. They used up a lot of it trying to get everything 'perfect'. Whatever perfect was by their standards. "Aishi's name is Aishima. Nice to meet you, Sweet-san." They returned the introduction timidly.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0; width: 440px;font-family: verdana; line-height:100%; font-size: 8pt;][justify]They'd often been considered cute and such, which had certainly gotten them friends easily. But they didn't necessarily understand why anyone would consider them such, when they were being themselves. But since people seemed to like them for it, they didn't mind it too much. The attention that they could be given because of it was slightly nerve-wracking to say the least, but as long as it was just one person they didn't suffer from anxiety. They still didn't know whether Bittersweet was actually a clanmate, since they couldn't recall seeing her around at all. They failed to care for the time being though, since she was being nice to them. A great way through to their heart was giving them things to entertain themselves with, since they could be talent-orientated about themself. The massive difference between them and Strawberrylace, whom they'd seen upon occasion, was that Aishi seemed to be more socially inept, since they were the submissive sibling to their missing brother, who they'd enjoyed the presence of, but could handle without. This didn't mean that they didn't miss him every day though. As she pulled out images of the floating islands, the cub actually smiled, the aesthetic beauty making their eyes gleam. It looked like the ones that they'd seen giving gifts to Blizzardclan. Well, it seemed as if they didn't need to go all the way over, since they had some drawing material. "T-thanks from Aishi...Aishi likes floating islands." That probably sounded weird, but they weren't the most self-conscious about that. The main reason why they often hesitated in their speech was because that they struggled to word things, such as wording their questions as statements and therefore making them sound completely wrong. "Aishi doesn't know what Sweet-san is drawing?" which was a perfect example of how easy it was to misunderstand them at first. It might have seemed like a statement, but in fact they were trying to ask them what they were drawing.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0; width: 440px;font-family: verdana; line-height:100%; font-size: 8pt;][justify]Peering at the picture, the cub would squint at the faces slightly. They'd never seen so many tigers in a picture, and when she commented upon the drawing being her old homeland, the tiger seemed interested in why she'd left. They themselves hadn't been born in Boneclan. They'd been born in the Exiles, where their mother had once resided, and then were transported over to Boneclan, where they'd lived with their father. Until Megalovania had vanished. So, nowadays, Aishi had very little family, so they often got close to others quickly. Gently tracing around one of the flowers with a button-like paw, the cub would admire the work. They were actually trying to mentally teach themselves the strokes for certain objects, such as flowers. "Aishi had to move here too. Aishi doesn't think that Oka-san wanted them or Onii-chan." They offered softly. They weren't too reserved about their sadness at Judith giving them up, and although they adored their father, they couldn't help but wonder why they hadn't been good enough for her. They thought that Boneclan was pretty, but this place that she'd resided in - it looked more harmonious. No one was growling at each other.

/ah, rushed, suffering from muse issues