The girl sniffled as she meandered along, her eyes trailing the horizon in a rather sad, pitiful manner. Tears dripped from her optics, down her cheeks and to the ground as she walked. She felt utterly hopeless. Not only had she been abandoned by her boyfriends, her family was long gone. Her mother, a drunkard, her father, a cheater. Her brother was a drug addict. Nothing in their little family seemed sane. It had been what felt like months without any of them, and Crybaby felt defeated and dismayed. What was she to do without guidance? She needed someone else to help her along. She was just a child - at least in her mind. In actuality, she was about a year old. An adult. Her immaturity and naivety fooled everyone, even herself. She found herself in the worst of positions. Being kidnapped and held hostage.. Cry had managed to get out of that situation, though it costed the world a life. She kept that secret hidden away from anyone she came across, instead acting as the helpless little girl that she was. The petite femme continued on her trek at a trudge, her glossy eyes eventually finding the magical boats that lead up to BlizzardClan's territory. She had been told of this place, and hoped it would be of some use to her. What she needed was a home, a place for her to stay and feel safe, warm.
As she stepped into one of the wooden boats, she whispered 'up', and soon sat back on her haunches. The boat moved willingly, bringing her upwards toward the island. Her ears flicked back against her skull as she peered at it, as it came into view as a larger landmass. It was huge. Crybaby couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated. With a flick of her tail, she stood as the boat docked, giving her the room to hop out and land on the island. She peered around for a moment, feeling overwhelmed. Her teeth grit behind her closed maw, eyes welling up with tears once again. Perhaps she wasn't ready for this.