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    ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    Was he making the right decision? The creature had no damn idea and he felt like he was just going to mess everything up again. Something that he would much rather happen after he was healthy and could actually do something about what happened around him. He was still recovering, but one thing was for sure, he wasn't getting better for the time being. The Shinigami had tried to think of several solutions, but each time he tried to contact those that were like him, he was met with nothing but silence. Which meant that there were probably several things happening to himself internally that he just couldn't see. Not like he had a mirror to look at after all. Either way, Ichigo had never really dealt well with children. Especially when he was younger, as he was too brass and didn't show as much kindness as he could have being separated from his sisters at a very young age. The being didn't bother to censor himself either when he talked to others, making it apparent that he should think that most creatures should mature quickly when it came to terms of the clan. There was a point in his life that he had gotten demoted because he dropped a enemy cub a little bit too roughly. Even if he just tossed the kid, the other made a big deal about it when he didn't really do anything wrong. The kid had a mouth on him anyway, and was being extremely disrespectful. He just wanted the kid to go home because it obviously knew where home was, and in the end he was demoted for his actions. Stating that he was immature. Well, they wouldn't be wrong because he was immature mostly but in his own way. Even today Ichigo had no idea how to deal with children. His sisters were gone and so were his own children. He didn't believe himself to be capable of protecting those that were close to him, and so instead he opted to pushing everyone away instead. He had seen plenty of creatures die in front of him, and he even saw someone do a public execution of his best friend while his clan did nothing but stand around. Sure there were dragon bodyguards at the time to make sure that no one did anything, but they could have at least tried instead of letting one of their friends die. Karin had been the only one to actually help him against the threat, and he appreciated her doing that for him. Not only was he bad with children, he had difficulty when it came to socializing with those anyway, not sure how to create conversations as he was particularly bad about small talk. Usually relying on others to ask him questions if they had any questions about who he was and the most common one being where he got his armor and gear all the time. It had almost been funny, because when he first joined Hawkclan he was quick to give away some hints of what his sword actually was. Now, he refused to give any hints because those around him weren't dumb. They were usually incredibly smart and he had to be careful as he had gotten in a lot of trouble from the organization in the past and he didn't want that on his record again when it was practically clean already. His secret was even more important to keep, as he didn't know which enemies still existed and if they still lived here. Last thing he needed was the magical girls and Chain's coming after him. He was pretty sure that every Baskerville in existence still hated him. Even if they had never been in contact with him, most of them actually knew his name to some degree.


    Ichigo had been pacing in the medical den for who knows how long. He was debating if this was the right thing to do. Would she even care? She would of course care, but would she accept his offer? She was an adult after all, and doubted that she really needed his help all that much. The Shinigami was going to have to make a decision soon because if he didn't he knew that Fraiser would probably come back from the dead and kick him in the ass for not doing what was needed to be done. Would it mean all that much to her though? He would always be there to protect her now that he was here, but despite that he felt like it wouldn't have enough meeting. He knew what it felt like to be adopted into a family, as he had been adopted into the Marcavellio family when he was a younger, giving him actual connections of those that actually lived in the clan. It was almost where the creatures that were in the clan would end up being related to a Marcavellio eventually. Since he wasn't born in the clans, he didn't have any form of relation when it came to family, he didn't know his grandparents, and only knew of his parents. He knew that his mother was dead but still wasn't exactly sure about his father. The bastard was probably hiding somewhere. It was because of that adoption that he was able to keep in contact with one of his best friends, that being Harrierbeat, or Harrierstar which had been the last name he called her before she disappeared from being leader. Either way, this in itself was a big step for the cougar. Was he searching for redemption? Maybe. He honestly wasn't entirely sure what he was doing at this moment. Anxiety bubbled in his stomach, which in turn churned it thanks to the constant sick feeling that he was going through. His face was scrunched up as he huffed to himself silently before deciding to leave the Shaman den before someone told him to stop moving around because he was causing noise. It felt strange to walk. He was so used to laying down and being stationary that it took his body a couple of moments to walk a longer distance but he was able to make it to the leader's tree house. Was she even home? His senses were all out of balance, so he wasn't all that great when it came to memorizing scents all that much. His white and tawny paws shifted on the ground as a worried face was spread across his facial features before he began to make his way slightly into the lobby. There of course was boarding to make sure that no one would fall through the holes that were there. He was going to have to fix them later. "P..Pipsqueak? You here?" The former leader would call out, his voice still raw from constantly throwing up. Which he was always hiding of course.





    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Littlestar was afraid of childrens fragility. When she'd started getting pregnancy cramps and gone into labour, her fear had been at an all time high. She'd cried so much even when the pain hadn't quite started yet all because she knew what was coming- children. And she would have all this responsibility lodged on her shoulders. Forever would she have to take care of kids when she didn't even know how to properly take care of herself. And to think that it wasn't a game, there were no plastic baby dolls and there was no one giggling as she pretended to give birth- because it was real. She was still a kid in her mind and yet there she was, lying on a large bed of moss concealed by a bush and pushing out five children. It had taken away what last remnants of feeling like a child she had- or so she thought.


    When Ichigo came back, she felt it again briefly. When she cuddled into his arms and cried as he did too, she felt like a kid being protected by a dad. And it had felt nice despite spending months and months of claiming she didn't need protection and she wasn't to be babied. Those statements still rang true but she nw realized it was nice to let someone else take the lead for a little while. It was comforting. With Ichigo back, she was able to feel like that. Even when he was fucking sick and weak, she felt comfortable. It wasn't the same as it was back before he'd left though because things had changed so much and her heart was a cracked, broken little thing that not even he could fix. The empty feeling in her chest was even worse. But at least his presence eased her mind a little. He did help and she did want him here, even if he thought differently. She didn't like the idea of Ichigo believing anything but the truth- that she loved him and needed him. She was determined to remind him everyday of that. Littlestar could easily recall a time when she'd attempted the same thing back when she was very little. She had made him do a free hugs task, cuddled him and spoke to him often. The tabby sat in her room, peering at her crooked muzzle in the cracked mirror. She was beginning to take care of her teeth more often which was good considering they stuck out of her mouth. Littlestar leaned forwards to inspect them closer when she heard him call out her by the familiar nickname.


    A warm tingle went down her spine, remembering how often he'd called her that alongside the ruffle of her fur. It whispered to her the softest and warmest word possible; home. That was it. He made her feel like she was at home. "Yeah." Lit called out, standing up and limping out of her room, down the lobby steps to where he stood. His voice still sounded raw but he was standing, walking even. It meant he was on a road to proper recovery. A grin that wasn't forced took up her scarred maw. "Ya here to give me a thousand marshmallows roasted on a stick? If the answers no then I don't want you here." She cracked a joke, sensing the slightly anxious vibe coming off him and hoping to ease it.


    this reminds me of hopper and eleven /cry


    ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    His father told him what his name meant. Or the reason why he named him the way that he did. 'The one who protects'. He had been told this when he was just a kid and wasn't exactly sure what to take the information that had been given to him. Until his father told him that he had a reason for being named that, as he needed to protect his sister. That it was going to be his job to make sure that nothing bad ever happened to him, being the big brother and all. There were reasons why big brothers were born first, and it was to make sure that nothing bad happened to their sisters. Ichigo had been taught this at a very young age, and could be considered somewhat mature when he had been told that. The wildcat immediately followed what his father told him to do and was always there for his sisters. Even if he was a cry baby when he was younger always asking for his mother if he even got a little bit of a scratch. He was stubborn in that regard that he never wanted to see anything happen to them. He wanted them to be happy and not be afraid of the world around them. He was a bit older than his sisters were, but at a very young age he would do anything for them. The same went with the rest of his family. Ichigo didn't have a large family like some of the clans did.


    Cougars were solitary creatures so most of them liked to live alone. His family was different in the fact that instead of his father leaving as soon as he hooked up with his mother, the other stayed and helped raise them. Which probably correlated to the fact that his father was a Shinigami and his mother was just a regular mother. After the disappearance of his family, it had taken quite a toll on the young male. He nearly drove himself mad trying to figure out what his next step would end up being in his life. He survived, just barely, in the snowed mountains where he was a born, staking a territory of his own so that he wouldn't have to constantly fight the residences that were already there. From there, he was approached by a domestic cat, practically feral at that time, Ichigo had tried to attack him. Until he was beaten, by a domestic cat and Kisuke started to talk to him about what his main goal should be. More like he talked about what he actually was, something that wasn't entirely mortal and something that was incredibly powerful compared to the mortals of this world. His powers just had to be awakened. It was almost funny how quick he was to adorn the cloak of the Shinigami if it meant that he would be capable of protecting those around him. Ichigo wanted redemption for not being able to protect his sisters when they disappeared along with his father the day that his mother died. Leaving him alone. He never wanted others to go through the pain that he went through. He swore by it.


    Already having the mindset of protecting others when his father taught him to protect his sisters by being there for them, it was quick for him to take on the face of the protector once he joined the clans. Even to this day, he took it upon himself to protect those that were in the clan that he was staying in, or really anyone that wanted his help in some shape or form. He made friends with the enemies because he didn't believe that everyone could be that bad. Sure he got stares for what he did when he was younger and disapproving glances, but he didn't really give a damn. Ichigo had to protect others, and if that meant he needed to protect the enemy from themselves then he would do that. He still stood by that mindset even to this day, although he would be wary of the enemy that would approach him since he had been stabbed several times in the back. This was probably one of the reasons why Hawkclan had been considered so differently compared to a regular pro-clan. They were allies with anti-clans, meaning that they had an ability to shift between their beliefs depending on what their allies did. It was hard for the former Hawkclan leader to keep that balance though considering that thier allies would come to their territory and ask them to join in a raid with the other allies that were their enemy. Ichigo would have to refuse, never betraying any of the allies he created bonds with. There was a thin line between enemies and allies he found out, but as long as they interacted with each other it wasn't hard to keep any of them close. Sure they had different beliefs, but they were able to get along. The most recent clan that he remembered allying with had been Scarclan. The leader had been pretty chill and the members had been really respectful to him and his clanmates, which he appreciated as that wasn't always the case.


    Ichigo immediately started to regret his decision once he heard the voice of his friend. He wasn't ready for this. He didn't feel ready for this. He sat himself down to keep his body from shaking as he wasn't really able to remain standing for all that long thanks to his condition. He was alive yes, but just barely. How long he could actually last he wasn't really exactly sure how to feel about it. The wildcat needed to remain somewhat strong though, as it was too late to start having second thoughts about this. There was a chance that the female could even get angry at him for what he said, and he honestly didn't blame her. When he got accepted in the Marcavellio family, he felt like he really did something to find where he belonged instead of rotting up in the mountains where he was born. Maybe he should bring back the green bandanna tradition that Thurio had created, as he wasn't sure if there were any Marcavellio members anyway. Ichigo didn't realize he had been holding his breath until he noticed Littlestar walking down the stairs. He raised one of his white and tawny paws and began to rub the side of his face, his eyes darting in several different directions with his anxiety building up in his chest. Usually Ichigo was perfectly fine with saying what he wanted, rarely ever being nervous unless it was in a stressful situation. When regarded enemies, some could say that he didn't even know how to hold his tongue, which would certainly be right. His body was tense for several moments as she limped her way toward him, until she stopped. And cracked a joke. He seemed in shock for some reason for what she said, as he wasn't sure what he was really expected. He should have expected her to say a joke, as they constantly messed with each other all the time. A tense chuckle escaped his jaws at her words, and a forced grin was spread across his face. "Well, sorry to say I'm fresh out of stock in my marshmallow machine. I'm fixin' it though." Ichigo would state casually toward his friend, and when he spoke it didn't sound forced despite what his voice sounded like. A neutral look soon spread across his face though as he lowered the paw he had put to the side of his head and down onto the ground. His tail was flicking anxiously behind him as he struggled to find the words. Did he want to do this? Hell yeah he did. He exhaled heavily before speaking again. "I.... actually came to talk about somethin'.... with ya." Ichigo would say cautiously. If he could communicate with Zangetsu right now, the other probably would be screaming at him to get it over with. "N..Now I'm probably late as hell to do something like this. It may not... even be something that you might want right now. Especially with me just... makin' it back." Ichigo sounded like he was choking while he was speaking, but stopped himself so that he could speak clearly. "I know you're all.... grown up now. But you're still my Pipsqueak right? I was wondering... if..." Ichigo paused for a split second, his jaw gaped as he fought to say the word he had been wanting to say for so long. But had been too much of a coward to say the previous year. "You would allow me to adopt you. Officially." Ichigo was practically panting by the time he was done. When he spoke, it wasn't in the usual joking tone that he always had with Lit, and it meant that he was taking this seriously. The cougar would slowly close his jaw, his body tense as he waited for her response. He began chewing the inside of his mouth, focusing on the pain so that he wouldn't remember his own dead children.


    (Omggg it does!)





    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — // i mean he does like the head ruffle and everything ;w;

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    She remembered failing people. Her cousins, Twilightzone and Whitepaw. They'd both died this year for completely different reasons. But both had been preventable. Whitepaw had killed himself and she swore to herself that she should've done something for him.. she saw it, hadn't she? She'd seen the signs but she'd ignored them. And consequently, he ended his own life. Of course it had to be her to find the body. It was like the world was telling her what she could've done for him. Then Twilightzone, posioned by someone. This one was less preventable then the other but still, she should've visited Twil more and maybe convinced her to leave the Cartel and join HawkClan. She should've followed her gut. But she didn't and then Twil died. Littlestar had to remind herself that death itself was inevitable. Everyone on the planet would die even if they went by immortal names. Everything had an end. Some just came quicker, others slow. And some chose it for themselves.


    Littlestar giggled at his retort to her joke but waited for him to continue, a big grin spread over her scarred maw. She leaned forwards, looking up into his eyes. He did seem really anxious, didn't he? She wanted to ease it but she was waiting for it to come out, whatever that may be. A part of her was getting nervous too. Maybe it was something bad? No, he wouldn't have made a joke if that was so. But still there was a slim chance it was terrible news. Heart pounding in her ears, she listened to him speak. He wanted to talk with her. Late as hell? What was he going to ask her? Suddenly she realized it wasn't a bad thing but it had to be something huge to make Ichigo Kurosaki this nervous. Her golden eyes encouraged him to continue, head tilting to the side. "I know you're all.... grown up now. But you're still my Pipsqueak right? I was wondering... if..." Of course, she thought softly, I'll always be your Pipsqueak. It made her really happy to hear him say that. And it felt so damn good to feel that sliver of light again. Warmth in her chest. Of course the anticipation for what he was about to say remained but she persevered, leaning on her claws tips. "You would allow me to adopt you. Officially." WHAT?! Her mind screamed and Littlestars head shot upwards, ears standing on edge. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Adoption. He was offering to adopt her. The tabbys paw lifted to her mouth and clamped over it, muffled sounds of something akin to a sob or a squeal sounding out.


    Ichigo wanted to be her adoptive father.

    That.. that was huge. For so long she'd been without a father. Her first dad had been assassinated by Barron. Her other father went missing from BlizzardClan. And for so fucking long, she assumed that was it. Never had the idea of another parent, let alone through adoption, crept into her mind. And yet here it was presenting itself to her on a golden platter. And it was the perfect canidate. Ichigo. He'd been with her since the start of her journey in HawkClan. He'd been there to greet her, to listen to her say her name, to rescue her from the Exiles after her jaw had been broken, to save her in battle, to watch her grow and develop as an apprentice. And.. and he wanted to ber her dad.


    Tears sprung into her eyes immediately and she practically bounded towards him, attempting to spring up and launch both arms around his neck. "Yes. Yes, yes, yes, a thousand times yes." The girl mumbled, voice lined with emotion and need. She needed this, god, she never knew how much she needed this. Craved this. Someone to call Dad.


    ICHIGO KUROSAKI


    Former Hawkclan leader - over sized cougar - roleplayed by sorrel




    i don't fight because i want to win, i fight to win!



    (Holy crap you're right!!)


    Family meant everything to the cougar. Ichigo of course knew about Littlestar's parents. He didn't know their names of course, he just knew that they existed in the Exiles. At the time he didn't pay attention to them half the time until they decided to try and take Littlestar from him. At that moment, he marked them as enemies for what they did to her. Except there were a couple exceptions where he treated a couple of Exilers like friends despite all of that. At least the ones that weren't trying to rip open his throat anyway. Which was always the best start to a starting friendship. Although there were plenty of times he made friends with those that he once considered enemies, but once they realized what he stood for, they decided to join him by his side. Either way, Ichigo knew what it was like to lose a parent. He had lost his mother at a very young age. Once he was born, he had the ability to see spirits and be able to communicate with them. Something that the other cougars actually felt really strange in their life. He didn't feel welcomed around other creatures, but his parents never seemed to doubt his abilities. One day he was out walking in the rain with his mother. Then he saw a figure next to a raging river, who looked like she was about to jump into it. Or more likely fall into the rushing water. Ichigo immediately ran to help her without realizing that she was indeed a spirit, and a lure to try and get him closer to that position. Ichigo still didn't exactly remember what happened that day, all he could remember was that he woke up with his mothers corpse on top of him, her blood clotting onto his fur. He nearly vomitted at the sight, and figured that this was some sort of sick joke. He stood by his mothers corpse, waiting to see if she would move and waiting for her to open her eyes and flash him the smile that she always wore. It never happened though, and he was left out in the rain in the cold, screaming, begging for his mother to come back.


    From that day Ichigo had blamed himself for his mothers death. If he hadn't ran down the bank of the river to the ghost then she would still be alive. Ultimately, he found out what actually happened that day when he saw the exact same spirit while he was living in the mountains. At this point he was being trained by a familiar face, and was making sure that he had his sword on himself at all times. He approached it, only to be attacked by the Hollow. He had never really fully faced a Hollow before, but once learning that the thing had killed his mother, he did everything in his power to kill it. Sadly the Hollow ended up going away and he didn't have the strength to follow after it, and nearly died from his injuries. One point while he lived in the clans, Ichigo had lost his vision courtesy of a Shadowclanner at the time. The being had made sure to damage his eyes well enough that he wouldn't be able to see again. This was the first disability that Ichigo had ever received, and he would never forget about it. The cougar then was sleeping when he was approached by the spirit of his mother. He thought that it was actually a dream, until he realized that a part of her soul was inside of him. A small part yes, but she had always been there for him despite everything. Ichigo had always sought the comfort of his mother, but after her death he became distant, pushing others away from him because he never wanted to make the same mistake again. It made sense in his mind, but it just forced others to have to deal with the way he acted around everyone. He had to be careful on what he said after all. He was able to talk to his mother in that state, and was able to hear her say that she was proud of him. Proud of what he had become and proud that he had managed to protect everyone in Hawkclan at the time despite the struggles. It was there, that she spent the rest of the power of her soul to heal his eyes and bring back his vision. From there, he never saw her again, and always had a empty feeling in the pits of his stomach each time he thought about it. How would he be different if she was still alive? He would never know, but he just wished he could talk to her one last time.


    At first he didn't see any rage or confusion in her eyes. She knew exactly what he meant, and he was glad that he wouldn't have to explain any part of what he stated. He just wanted her to be happy. He wanted to take care of her. He wanted to make sure that she knew exactly how much she meant to him. When was the last time he had ever been close to someone like this? The only thing he could think of was really O'Fraiser. His best friend and the hybrid that had managed to take care of him all this time. He wanted to make sure that everyone got the life that they deserved, not the life that was dished out to them either. His white and tawny ears rounded forward when he watched her movements and he was pretty sure he heard the sound of her sob at the same time. The cougar shuffled his paws on the ground with anticipation to what she should say, but the look on his face told him everything. The Shinigami's body started to relax, and he let out a sigh of relief. He had the courage to actually do something in his life, and he thought that this was entirely worth it. He would protect her with his life, but did this also mean that she could carry his last name? That would certainly be interesting if that was the case. He did take on the Marcavellio last name after all when they had adopted him. But he would leave that for Littlestar to decide, as he didn't state his full name when he addressed himself to others. A grin spread across his facial features when he noticed the tear in her eyes, immediately making his own heterochromatic eyes start to glaze over because of it. The wildcat easily met her halfway as he held her to his chest. He squeezed her in his arms, and buried his face into the crook of the domestic cat's neck. "I love you, I love you so much." Words that left his lips that he hadn't said in years. The words sounded foreign. But the words didn't leave a bad aftertaste in his mouth this time.





    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Littlestar hadn't thought about it yet, her mind still processing the idea that Ichigo was now her official father, but if Ichigo were to bring up the idea of taking his last name to add to her other two, she most certainly would. Having Kurosaki as a last name would be an honor, a privledge and everything inbetween. The dark grey tabby hugged him tighter as he did too and when he said "I love you, I love you so much." her broken little heart held itself together tighter. Albeit it was still cracked and chipped at the edges but it was trying to glue itself back together. It was the attempt that mattered most, not the the success. It was words she had heard frequently around her, the whole "I love you" thing. Hestia, Caera, Shine, Ravelights. All different but this? This one hit harder. It really impacted her on a way that made her realize how unfrequently her own parents had said it to her. And how much she needed it, just like everything else.


    So it was only natural to say it back. It didn't feel forced and it didn't feel cheesy. It just felt real. "I love you too." The word 'dad' lingered on her tongue, wondering if it would be right to start calling him that. But she figured she'd try settle into it later. Right now, she just wanted to hug him and hold him and make him know how much she loved it all. I'm so glad he's back and he's here with me and he's adopting me. I'm his kid, officially. She felt right in every way. Even that emptiness that had resided for so long in her was receeding a little like waves on a beach. Littlestar held him for a little longer before she would eventually let go, however remaining closer to him. A smile was on her maw. It wasn't a big grin or a smirk or a fake smile. It was a genuine beaming smile that lit up her dark golden eyes in a way that hadn't been seen for a while.

    The young child had been listening, ears pinned back and head held down low to the conversation that was going on. There was a sense of muted happiness that jokes could be made between the two and that her mother wasn't worried about what was going on or if there needed to be something done. It was a nice change of pace and she lifted a tiny paw to move into the room she shared with her siblings before more words filtered up into her neon blue rimmed ears. Adopt? Adopt her mother? The concept was foreign to her and even more so when coupled with her mom. Her eyes widened just a bit, muzzle parting on a low breath before she stepped back and tried to process what was going on. This strange man was adopting her mother and she was a bit put off. It was only a natural reaction to the kid after all, all sh had ever known was her mother. She'd met her father but she barely even realized who he was even when he had brought her back home. Not realizing that she had been wiggling this whole time the child finally moved forward, eyes being able to look into the room as she entered. Now a days her head was mostly tilted to the left to hide what had happened to the right side of her face and she breathed out softly as she took another hesitant step forward. "Moma?"

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Littlestar only slightly stood back when she heard Technokit enter the room. It always made her nervous, not Tech, but the fact Ichigo didn't really have a clue. She turned towards the young catsune and saw the curiosity shining in her eyes. To her, Ichigo was a stranger. A complete and utter stranger. The tabby offered Techno a warm smile and approached her, noticing her hesitance. "This is Ichigo, Tec. He's my Dad." Now that was a big thing to say because it basically meant that she had a grandad and she wondered just how Techno would take that news. Littlestar looked at Ichigo, concealing worry and alarm that brewed inside of her. Would he think of her differently? Surely he was connecting the dots by now. Well, Technokit had literally just called her mom. She bit her lips. There was a fear in her that Ichigo might just.. think of her as disgusting. She always feared that when it came to her friends finding out about the kids. But still, she didn't step away from Techno. She attempted to gently pick up the catsune by the scruff (sitting down herself otherwise she'd be struggling) and place her in front of Ichigo. She knew just as well that Tech could walk alone but she kinda wanted to make a statement if that 'Moma' thing hadn't been enough to clue him in.


    "Ichigo, this is Technokit. My daughter."

    "Aw," Aron remarked, trotting over with his brows raised. Well, that had been quite the event to witness. He hadn't wanted to say anything or interrupt for fear it would ruin the moment - this was honestly rather adorable. His heart felt warm and fuzzy and he felt a strange pang in his gut watching it. Whatever thoughts that it sparked were quickly pushed to the back of his mind, right where all those horrible repressed memories sat, collecting dust. There was no point in feeling shitty or even sorry for himself, so he didn't know why he would even start. "Congratulations." But he couldn't help but feel a sense of want after seeing this particular exchange. Maybe he wanted to kind of pure affection that emanated from it, or maybe he wanted some kind of family like that.


    Again, he pushed the thoughts away and smiled. It wasn't a purposeful one, not even remotely forced, and Aron felt a little funny having such a genuine thing on his face. But really, that had just been the purest and most heartwarming thing he could have seen with his own two eyes in the whole 2 years he'd been alive.



    Her dad? He didn't look like her dad. As her mother approached with those words the female couldn't help but look up at the large cougar before looking back to the three legged domestic that was coming toward her and she paused for a moment. Herself and her siblings didn't look like her mother either. They looked strange even and she frowned a bit although she had no time to voice her thoughts before she was picked up and then plopped in front of her mother right before the large wildcat. Her small form shivered a bit as her paws started to shake a little, more nervous energy than anything and she shifted her body a little bit to get comfortable as her mother introduced her as her daughter. But she didn't see this as good, she was starting to get confused and she turned her head to the side a bit before frowning just a little bit. "You get a dad, where is my dad?" She barely heard Aron when he came in and she only looked back to Ichigo with a neutral line across her torn muzzle.

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Littlestar looked over to Aron, brow muscles raising slightly. He seemed like such a sassy mouth and here he was, apparently warmed by the events. She sensed the genuine feelings though and when he smiled, a small truthful smile lifted onto her own scarred muzzle. She knew all too well what it was like to sit off onto the sidelines and feel jealous at somebody else having a great life. In her eyes she would silently promise that one day he'd have it too- this little sliver of family and warmth. He would. "Thanks." The tabby grunted awkwardly. It was an odd thing to congratulate on (it wasn't really, she was just weird) but she liked that he was being nice. Her golden eyes flickered back to Techno as she took in the words, a little frown on her cute face. Littlestar bit her tongue. It was odd- sometimes she was really proud of the kids, of what she made. Littlestar looked back up at Ichigo and then back down to Technokit as she voiced her concerns. Oh dear. Honestly, she was begginning to feel that it might be better if the kids knew their origins. She hadn't seen Luca in a while though and she'd completely fuckfaced and forgotten to visit him.


    "Yours is.. well, I'll explain that to ya later, bubs, alright?" She couldn't now, not in front of Aron and especially not in front of Ichigo. He'd be so livid if he knew what the former ShadowClan Leader had done with her, both drunk out of their minds.