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"Old words run, pour like a stream. They are fun, as cats do not acknowledge there existence." murmered youthful lips. A small black cat sat alone covered in a green cloak, the darkness of his shaded spot helped his Photophobia. Slowly opening hollow almost dead eyes, turning them to face the translucent cat whispering to him. It was whispering a poem about ancient words uttered by old cats. He was interested, the definitions reviled if he asked. Ofcorse others thought he was crazy, talking to things they couldn't see. Labeled as crazy didn't hurt him, his impassive attitude remained at the comments. Slowly turning his head away from the spirit as it fell deathly silent, hehe well it was already dead. Watching the cats bob through the camp, he didn't know them. He barely knew anything about the cats labeled as his 'litter mates'. Much less that tom.... FireAsh was it? No VolcanicAsh, well atleast he was close. That tom found him at the outskirts, and Kyojin kinda owed him gratitude. Shrugging off the thought, keeping a dull eye out for the tom.

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The kit winced at the cats bright glow, his photophobia acting up. Creeping deeper into the darkness he knew so well, his pierced ear twitched with annoyance. Entrails? That was an irrelevant comment compared to the situation. Blinking his large hollow eyes before gazing down at his paws. The kit slowly stoop up, a semi translucent tail twitched before brushing the area where the ghost once was. Stepping away from the glowing cat, the bright light made his eyes hurt. He couldn't help but chuckle at the cat, she looked kinda silly. "Pardon me but who are you?" he asked, blinking his large hollow eyes that held a smidge of curiosity. The tiny, sickly looking kit couldnt hold back a smile. This cat was just so random, wait a minute... it wasn't a cat! It was a frutsial! Blinking in shock, how could he miss something like that, heck WickedGrin had a frutsial named Hollywood Undead. Slowly shaking his head at his own ignorance.

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A soft spoken tom was lured by the sounds of consistant notes, clinging to the shadows of the area. Highly upset at the rude tone the cat spoke, his translucent tail curled around his flank before he spat in a venomous tone. "Watch that Vulgar Language, there's kits here." he huffed, a pierced ear twitched before joining the other pinned against his skull. The half phantom kit turned his attention to VolcanicAsh, letting out a squeak at the sight of the cat of authority. The same cat he owed some gratitude twords. His attention locked on the other kit, AutumnKit wasn't it? Such weird names. He blinked, the green cowl engulfing the tiny kit hid his sickly features. Hollow green eyes blinked, falling silent once again. His gaze locked on... Maynea? Wasn't it. Well he wasn't paying attention when she spoke her name, to be honest he didn't care really. It was just the language that upsetted him.

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Kyojin blinked at the forgin words, only assuming that was a question by the tone. He was interested in the way the creature manipulated the sound waves. A soft cough of laughter escaped his jaws, trying to think about what she ment. Pulling up a paw, pressing it against his chest. "Kyojin, Shingeki no Kyojin." he said in his best attempt to make it universally understandable. He sighed softly, scanning his thoughts, what was the language she was uttering? Would she understand if he asked, probably not. Letting out a huff before turning his attention to the light. With it being a dull, rippling blueish light he could stand it. Stepping forward, but not too close. Setting down to get somewhat comfortable. He could notice the frutsials reaction to his phobia, tapping a closed eye before saying in a firm tone. "I have photophobia." he wasn't shure if she even knew what Photophobia ment, but effort counts somewhat. He quietly turned his attention to his tail, which was curled by his paws. The translucent appendage couldn't hide his paws very well, as one could easily see them.

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He smiled softly, nodding softly. Blinking in shock as it said 'fotofovira!' He cocked his head to the side before trying to figure out how to explain the complex word. He could understand that the complex word was hard to pronounce, mainly for the poor soul whom didn't understand his tongue. Narrowing his eyes, what was her native language. He didn't want to be rude, but mabie a friend knew it. Well... his 'friends' were dead, spirits bound to this world. Many knew odd languages, one cat knew draconic and another knew deadric. "Pardon but what is the name of your native language?" he said in a calm steady voice. Large hollow eyes blinked, curiosity consumed him. Hehe, like they say......curiosity killed the cat.

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The young kit blinked his hollow eyes, listening to VolcanicAsh speak. He wasnt all that bad of a cat, not a bad leader aswell but that was Kyojin's opinion. The Shadows of Arcania member had few words about his fellow groupmates. Cringing at the massive croud, he knew very little in his own organization much less all these others. A idea panged into his mind before nearly jumping with excitement. If this was a Gala for everyone then would some loners come? That ment Wicked would tag along, the malevolent looking monstrosity was the only critter that knew him before he was taken into the Arcanida. Still one of the only creatures that acknowledged his existence. Glancing back just in time to spot the Frutsial called Shiren, someone he had met before. The ghastly looking kit cracked a soft smile, a translucent tail twitched before he slowly stood to his paws. Thinking about approaching her, but she looked like she was busy. Glancing around for the massive creature that made a wolf look like an ant. With a sigh of acceptance that she wouldn't be coming for a while he decided to try and be 'social'.

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"Na'vi?" he said in surprise, blinking his large hollow eyes. The language of that blasted 2006 movie avatar. He didn't understand why the humans called it avatar, he always would get it confused with the elemental bending avatar instead of the pandora catlike critters. He knew this movie because he had watched it on a twolegs device. Sadly he didn't know the language, but he knew one word. "Pamtseo" he spoke not very well, cringing at the way he pronounced it. Trying again, "pamtseo" successfully pronouncing it right. The word ment music, he knew it because he liked the humns and beats of the music in the movie. Even though it was fake, cgi made the splendid animation and interesting culture made the movie bearable. He didn't bother to learn the blasted language, the way words were placed was just to forgin to him. He knew a pawful of languages, but when the words were placed differently he couldn't stand it. "Pamtseo, I'm sorry that's the only word I know." he apologized. Shrugging before gazing at the glowing Frutsil, it was difficult to try to have a conversation if one of them didn't know the language. His extremely formal way would be hard to understand. Taking in a deep breath before trying to speak like a normal cat. He failed, he couldn't speak like this generation. The spirit, a old tom whom appeared to be from a different era taught him how to be polite. It was hard to change, since that was the only way he knew. Blinking before gazing up at the Frutsial, thinking intently about what to say.

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Kyojin let out a soft laugh as he spotted the feline, whom looked like she was ready to go to a rave. He smiled softly, still clinging to the shadows. His hollow eyes blinked before padding twords the peppy feline. "Where's the party?" he joked, the kit tiny compared to the others. His dark aura was diminished by the bright felines. Cracking a soft smile, tensed up slightly by confronting some strangers. Yeah...

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He smiled as he saw the Frutsial's reaction when he said that word. Atleast something to start off with, well atleast he had to try to learn this unusual language. Narrowing his eyes as he thought, "Scown" he mumbled probably not pronouncing it right. That was the word that the protagonist was constantly called. His nose curled as no other words came to mind. All he could think of was those two words, well he knew what to be doing in his free time now. Thinking intently about the forgin language, it was complex and so different from the english he knew so well. It was also different from deadric and draconic, which both used the same placement in its words as the english language. Glancing over to spot his fatherly figure, before blinking those large hollow eyes. He shrugged, "I'm just chatting with Shiren VolcanicAsh." he blinked before thinking, he didn't really consider her a friend but more like someone he never really got to know. He had no friends, so it would to be good to see him form some kind of relationships with his other clanmates. Shrugging, "I donno, mabie?" he spoke honestly. Staring at the tom blankly, his eyes held no emotion. A soft smile betrayed him, showing that he was having a good time chatting with Shiren and that he was happy to see the cat he considered somewhat family.

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A small kit emerged from the shadows, his head cocked to the side before his maw gaped open in awe. The Heifer towered over the kit, he had never seen cattle before. A 'friend', aka a ghost, had told him above cows another had died underneath the trampling hoofs. His hollow emotionless eyes wide, locked on the cow. Angel. That's what she adressed herself as, closing his gaping maw. "Hello there, I'm Shingeki no Kyojin. Welcome to the Shadows of Arcadia." He spoke in a polite tone. Unlike the hyper and energetic tones of other youthful kits.

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Kyojin tucked his ears back before slipping his hood back on his head. Cracking a grin when the feline responded, the shadow casted across his face by the cowl's hood only revealed the grin. "Somewhat, kinda wish it was less exciting though." he said sarcasticly. Cringing as the cat shouted, blinking before curling his nose. MCR? FOB? ALT? What songs or bands was that? He blinked before thinking, "Do you have anything by Ghost Town? Oh! Mabie Party in the graveyard?" he asked with excitement clear in his tone.

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Kyojin slowly shook his head at the small bicker, his hooded face shaded and not showing any features. His hollow eyes rolled as May and Love went at it, opening his maw to speak but was abruptly cut off by the heffer. He scowled before pressing up against VolcanicStar, the malicious looking kit twitched. Translucent tail twitching madly to show his annoyance. Once when things fell silent he let out a deep sigh, quietly raising a paw to his face. Pressing it against his muzzle, in something called a facepaw. Slowly putting his paw back down, glancing at all of them. A scowl plastered his hidden face. He glanced up at VolcanicStar, changing his facial emotion to a wide eyed 'you can't say no to me' look that only kits could master. Even though he couldn't see it, those dead looking eyes glossed over and invisible in the shade. Silently pleading for the leader to put in his imput on this situation.

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Kyojin let out a cough of laughter at Shiren as she repeated Mabie. Slowly shaking his head, "Maybe" he said, making shure to make the eee sound at the end of the word. He smiled, trying to think how to explain what it ment. He blinked, she had to know no and yes didn't she? "Its not no and its not yes, its inbetween." he tried his best to speak normally. Trying even harder to make it as understandable as possible.

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Moving? Not that bad of a shock. Thought the petite kitten, large dead looking eyes rolled over to the dying land. Biting back the tears, he was here for only a little amount of time but it still hurt. The first place he ever called home, and the spirits that lingered couldn't follow. Seeing that Shiren was coming made him smile a bit, the only living friend he had met. His adoptive father, VolcanicStar, was probably expecting him to follow. Taking his belongings, the green cowl already thrown across his body and the ghastly earrings pinned into his ear. The only other thing he took was a small stone, being able to be carried in his jaws. The stone was normally overlooked, but it held history. It being a shard of the tower that stood once populated by Shadows of Arcadia members. Inhailing deeply before trying his best to catch up with the leaving group, which wouldn't be that hard normally. He looked sickly, evenmorso than normal. Crust clung to a dead looking eye, almost forcing to glued shut. Snot dribbled from a nostril from his small black nose. If it wasn't for his cowl, which engulfed him nearly completely, he would be ridden with frostbite due to that blasted wind. Eventually he did catch up with the group, slowly making it a tail length away from VolcanicStar. His translucent tail twitched as he watched the others, numerous creatures he didn't know. He knew Angel, Love, Maynea, Shiren, and VolcanicStar but the others he didn't. He blinked, perhaps that would be a luxury for him in the future. "Paradise..." he mumbled quietly, trying to think of such a place. "That's a silly thought, innocent ones think paradise is possible. Its amusing..." he scowled at the whispers. Twitching before casting a glance at a phantom, whom's spirit was attached to the stone. He blinked his hollow eyes as a grin spread across the ghost's face. Well atleast he had some spectral company from now on. Gazing at the leader, staying a reasonable distance as he whispered twords the ghastly apperition. Carrying on a polite conversation while pressing forward, something to advert his attention from the long treck ahead.

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Kyojin rolled his dead looking eyes in a light hearted manner. Trying to hold back a soft grin, but unable too despite his futile efforts. Nodding, "Close enough." he said calmly. A soft cough of laughter ebbed out of his throat. Slowly standing to his paws, the green cloak adorning him draped loosely. Engulfing his petite form with the dull green cloth, hood down to show his face. Normally having a impassive expression, showing little intrest in any situation. This time he seemed.... happy, having a good time. Which was a good thing, no kit had to be nor should be down or emotionless constantly throughout there beginning moons/years.

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Kyojin was exhausted by the treacherous journey, but he wasn't very willing to sleep. Insomnia was a ailment he was enduring, thanks to stress and a mild form of depression. Halfway asleep when the avalanche hit. The kit was easily engulfed by the mass of rock and dirt, but he wasn't gonna let a avalanche be his end. Using his ghost mode to avoid most of the damage apon impact, yet he couldn't avoid all the damage as he had little experience with this ability. Passing through the layers with moderate ease, but too only collapse with exhaustion once apon the top layer. Phasing with his accessories was a chore, but he could do it. Yet the accident tore him up emotionally, finding himself curled up in a little black heap. Engulfed in the snow and frost bitten cloth he called a cowl. The rock clenched in his jaws, trying to bite back the wails of fear and pain. He had managed to get hit with a hunk of ice, brusing his left side. Luckily no internal damage. A small sniff was the only thing he mustered. Turning his attention to the large hound, Love, and the small Frutsal, Shiren. His cold dead eyes blinked before he burrowed his face in his paws. Atleast they were ok....
A pain ravenged his side, the stinging sensation of a wound lacking so he was appreciative of that. Whispers of that * phantom ringing in his head. It was whispering quietly, but it felt like blood curlting screams in his head. Insulting him, telling him that he needed to be stronger, tougher. What didn't kill him made him stronger. Etc. Taking in a shaky breath before rolling onto his belly. Shakily making it to his paws. "I can help.... I can phase through solid rock and see if anyone is still trapped, or worse." he said softly. He shrugged softly, he would be fine if he took it easy. Yet he wanted nothing but to help those whom were still in trouble.

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Oh how he wanted to strangle that feline called Maynea, but he had to behave... Oh how he wanted someone to put her in her place, that would make his day. Opening his jaws to spat out a clever comeback but Nelson interrupted. Listening as the tom soon adressed him, slowly nodding in response. Exhailing deeply, "Ok, but its better to be safe than sorry. Ill do a quick search for any of our comrads stuck in the rubble." he spoke softly, last thing he wanted to do was cause another avalanche chain because he was talking to loud. Slowly becoming translucent, passing through the ground with moderate ease. Off to search for those whom could still be trapped in the rubble.

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He blinked in shock as the kit swatted at his legs, listening to her attempt at asking where he was going. "I'm just standing Shiren, since I got pins and needles." he sighed. The soft stinging sensation of limbs falling asleep, made him cringe. Cocking one off the ground to get some blood rushing twords the limb. Once the pins and needles sensation left he plopped back onto his flank. Talking with Shiren was fascinating, as her forgin language created a barrier but atleast he could help somewhat by trying to teach her new words. Raising a paw before playfully booping her nose, "I am not gonna abandon a conversation that easily." he chuckled softly.

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Kyojin slowly phased back through the ground, a annoyed expression crossed over his face. Just in time to hear Maynea offer up her advice on the situation. Opening his maw to protest against the irrational idea but he closed it quickly. It wasn't his place to order his groupmates around. Exhailing deeply in his attempt to stay calm, glancing at Nelson. "I suppose you were correct... er Nelson isn't it? Anyways I was unable to find anyone buryed. I'm sorry I doubted you." he spoke in a rational and calm tone for a kit. Apologizing the best he could. Slowly glancing over at the canine. "I'm afraid that wouldn't work, an area like this must have permafrost protecting any large areas of underground water sources." he said trying to imput his knowledge in the situation to help. He sighed before looking around at the situation he was in, he didn't really pay attention to that before. Slowly shaking his head, trying to keep himself positive but he knew that this was a tough situation. Yet they could find a solution, there was much worse things that has happened in the past.

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Kyojin practically collapsed in the first shaded area he could find in the new 'camp'. Despite his hatred for vulgar language, he allowed himself to add vulgar words into his thoughts. He was so * tired of Maynea's pessimism and rude attitude, oh and not to mention he was tired because of the long treacherous journey. Burrying his head in his paws, he could care later about the territory. He was tired, and the shadows offered him some sort of familiarity. Watching with little intrest as Maynea and the others go at it.... again, a-*-gain. Taking in a deep breath before exhailing with a annoyed tone to it. Slowly regaining his strength, a bit of relaxation does miracles. Slowly making himself sit upright, letting the hood fall off his head. A horribly annoyed look plastered his face, the eye caked with heavens-knows-what had gotten somewhat better. His cold was gone too, but he seemed very brittle and delicate. His sickly figure looking evenmorso, once soft fur now greasy and knotted. Bones poking out from underneath his fur, his translucent tail never changed. Looking big and poofy as ever, which was odd compared to his worse looking figure. Atleast he had a new place to call home, and a chance to meet more creatures he could call groupmates.