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Kyojin padded into to the scene, probably hiding in Angel's shadow. Peering its head around the Heffer, staring at the creature. His jaw slacked, adrenaline pumping through his veins due to his rising excitement. Nearly jumping in excitement before bolting in an unnatural speed over to the creature. Easily scaling its forlimb and up onto its brod shoulders. Trembling in excitement, "Wicked! Long time no see right?" he asked. Losing any of his formal attitude, and acting like a normal kit for once. Digging his claws into her tuxedo to keep a grip, a grin plastered his face. He was wondering what happened to the odd mutant. Hearing a soft chitter, glancing at the small bundle hidden within her tuxedo collar. Staring at the little Fruitsal nicknamed Hollywood Undead, whom was hidden within the depths of her clothing. His translucent tail twitched uncontrollably, hopefully Wicked had some more stories to tell him

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Kyojin could only smile at the thought of his clanmates being promoted. He couldn't wait until he could get promoted as a apprentice to someone, but patience was virtue. Exhailing deeply before smiling softly, "Congrats!" he said twords those promoted. His translucent tail twitching with excitement.

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Kyojin blinked before trying to think, poking out his tongue slightly as he did so. What was Navi for home? He didn't know that one, tapping a claw to his chin. A soft humn escaping his jaws, thinking intently about the few words he did know. kelku something in his head told him, slowly bobbing his head. "kelku?" he asked before pointing to the mesh of elaborate vines. Kelku translated to the english vocabulary was Home, or House. Tapping his chest with a forpaw, "Srung?" he asked, trying to offer his assistance. Srung could be translated to help, as in assistance.

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Kyojin smiled at Shiren, it was nice to have someone that didn't care about differences. Many liked to classify others into specific groups, and only wanted similar creatures as companions. So having someone whom wasn't like that was something to be cherished.
Glancing over as he heard someone else approach, and he felt his gut do a 360° as he saw who it was. Volc, the same cat he was afraid of adressing about this manner. Glancing down at the ground and at the stone necklace in his paws. Slowly glancing back over at Volc, but something kinda threw him off. He couldve sworn there was someone else with him. Blinking hard before finally realising it was the same phantom that had tagged along during the move. That grin spread across its maw unforgettable. He blinked in shock before turning his attention back to Volc. Though it was difficult to jerk himself back into reality. He was afraid to talk to Volc about issues because he was always so busy. He was the leader of this group, and now a real father. The litter was another aspect of his fear to talk to the leader. Letting out a soft sigh. Digging his claws deep into the soil, sturring the earth underneath his paws. Thinking about the litter that belonged to the tom, feeling his gut turn at the thought. He never really got close to the cat he could call a parent. So he kinda felt like he would just be in the way of Volc's new life. Another aspect was there was very little spirits here, and it hurt to lack his ghastly friends. To lack the knowledge of this place's past and to lack the stories and knowledge of those who passed. Suddenly he sniffed, raising a paw to rub his reddening eyes. Feeling heat erupt across his body, the last thought finally tugged at his strings. Trying his best not to break out in tears, the last thing he ever wanted to do in public. Expecially with Volc standing right there. Taking in a sharp breath, trembling softly before slowly exhailing. Calming down slightly. Bobbing his head at what Volc said, "Yeah, everything is changing. Everyone is changing...." he choked out the last short sentence. Suddenly adding on, "I was afraid to confront you with this, because you are always occupied. Now even more than before." he mumbled. What he ment was obvious, that new litter. Slowly staring at the leader, his face slowly becoming impassive. Dead looking eyes still red with tears trying to break through, and his chest heavy. "In time I will get used to it, changing, but right I guess one could say Im immature." he said slowly regaining his composure.

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"Nice one Wick" mewed Kyojin, chuckling softly in amusement as he watched her repare the damage she caused. Flicking his gaze to Shiren, it might do some good to not try to stop her. Staring at the bright camp, a soft groan escaped his jaws. All shadows driven away by the intense colors. His Photophobia acting up. Slipping over to VolcanicStar, "Why is it so... bright?" he mumbled to himself. Cringing at the intensity of the yellows and oranges, he wouldn't care normally but it was too bright and no where offered him comfort. So hiding within his fathers shadow was probably the best thing he could do.

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Kyojin glanced over at the loud shatter, only to watch a jar shatter on Wicked's skull. One thought ran through his skull, Shiren!. If Wicked was injured she would snap, the monstrosity is a dangerous force when angry. It was as large as a steer and as strong as an ox, with Shiren being so tiny she wouldn't last a chance against the massive creature. Making an abnormally fast dash over to the group collected around Shiren. Blinking in shock, watching as Wicked calmed down. Blinking hard before trying to think, could he communicate with Shiren? When she panicked back at the first days at the new territory she couldn't understand her own language. Thinking intently, he knew stop and a few other words. Yet he couldn't form a sentence in Navi that would help him speak to Shiren about this scenario. A grunt escaped his maw, he really needed to study the Navi language in his leisure time. Shivering softly at the scene, feeling a stinging pain shoot through his left paw. Jumping back to see a shard of glass embedded in his paw. Cringing, tears forming in his dead looking eyes, slowly pulling the glass out of his paw. Spitting the bloody shard of glass onto the ground. Sniffing at the pain shooting through his left paw. Running a tongue over the raw wound, trying to stop the small trickle of blood ebbing from the wound.

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Natural, that was an... odd word. It bounced around in his skull before lingering deep within his mind. "Normal..." he whispered, the word felt odd on his tongue. Ringing in his ears, cocking his head slightly. Normal sounded so forgin, because he never used that word to describe anyone. "Thanks BlackheartedLove." he bobbed his head in a nod. Yet that word lingered, his current state of immaturity was... normal? Yet knowing that they were there if he needed them, that was the most assuring fact he had heard in a while.

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Kyojin blinked in shock at Shiren's attitude, man what got underneath her skin. Slowly stepping up close to the Fruitsal, blinking his lifeless eyes. He understood most of what she said, infact he had heard she liked most of those things before. Back in the old territory. Slowly taking a deep breath before thinking intently about what he should say. "Shingeki no Kyojin, Kit of The Shadows of Arcadia. My favorite color is Amber, Winter is my favorite season. I enjoy talking to spirits or learning new languages. Three facts are that I am half Poltergeist so I inherit abnormal abilities and a ghastly appearance, I was adopted by VolcanicStar, and I suffer from anxiety." he sighed. That was a mouthful. Trying to be careful of what he was saying.

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"May I have a task?" chirped the young ghastly looking kit. He wanted to help in some way possible, despite only being a youthful kit. So that limited his options, but he didn't care. He needed something to do just like the others in the clan. Boredom overcame him lately, as nothing really happened that intrested him. Everything had been so bright lately, so he stayed away from the intense light that was caused by large events.

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The darkness of Shiren's form startled him so much because he had once been possessed. The sudden change scared him, because the ghost that tortured him constantly was there. Its deformed mouth streached into a malevolent grin, spiky fur poked across its pelt. Two long fingers tipped every paw. Its intense amber eyes bore into his soul. He shook his head before glancing back up at the ghastly apperition. It was gone, and he relaxed. Blinking hard, "Phantom..." he whispered. Tears slipped down his face, shivering madly. Slowly regaining his ability to move his body, terror obvious in his head looking eyes. Slowly the terror faded and shame filled them. He saw Shiren's reaction, and he knew what she was thinking about. Licking the Fruitsal's ear, a simple way to help one feel comfort. Pulling his head back before raising a paw to his face, wiping away the tears staining his cheeks. "I'm sorry Shiren, I just over-reacted. I thought..." he trailed off, sniffing softly. His voice shaky and weak.

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Kyojin stood there, frozen to the spot. Tears flooding down his terrified face, but he was paralyzed in fear. it stood there, a malevolent grin streached apon its face. Pelt nothing but a shadow, eyes only slits in the feline silhouette. It stood there in a form more visible to the kit, a paw cocked. Long claws shimmered with crimson, despite it being a phantom. Slowly it lowered its head, pressing its muzzle to Kyojin's ear, whispering something in his ear. All the color in Kyojin's body faded, making him a pailer color than he really was. His jaws clamped shut before her jerked his head away from the phantoms maw. "Leave me alone!" he shreaked, swiping at the silhouette. Only getting a pawful of air. He stepped back as a stern emotion spread across its face. Lips trembled in annoyance, a paw slamming into the kit's face. Pinning the kit by pressing his head into the ground. Snarling, words escaping its maw that only Kyojin could hear. 'Fool! You cannot escape me, you cannot escape your own kin. Your mother isn't coming no matter how hard you pray. I'm the only family you still have! I am your father." //-Starwars song plays in the distance-// Kyojin struggled to get up, the weight on his head pinning him down. He somehow slipped out of the cats grasp, claws raking across his face as he slipped away. Cringing, stumbling backwards, watching as the silhouette took a more natural appearance. It was a translucent gray tom, pelt littered in scars and dull green tattoos flowed through his pelt. His maw streached and stitched up in a permanent grin. Dull amber eyes shone lifelessly. He shook his head, a stinging pain shooting through his face. Crimson blood streaming from the wounds. This was his real father? This gruesome looking phantom. Wait did he say his mother was...? Shaking his head, raising a paw to wipe away the tears. Vision blurry, he wanted VolcanicStar. Parting his jaws, but only a timid meep escaped his jaws. All the air in his lungs seemed to be gone, unable to speak due to his terror.

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Real-Dark, That sounded like.... No no no no no no, Kyojin shook his head before glancing down at the ground. Only thinking about the time he was possessed, the darkness that consumed him was torture. Yet as the longer he experienced the darkness, the more hopeless it felt. Nothing was there, no one was there, it felt like an eternity before he regained control of his body. He had described the state to a ghost and it called it Limbo. He wasn't shure what it ment until recently. Was Shiren talking about.... death? Or was this as simple as a lost memory? He was clueless, as the language barrier made explaining everything much more difficult. Letting out a soft sigh, if he only knew what was going on inside Shiren's head. To know what she had experienced. "Real-Dark..." he repeated, contemplating on what it could mean. "Death?" he finally asked.

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Kyojin blinked hard, letting out a grunt in frustration. The language barrier between the two was enough to drive him mad. Muttering something to himself in another language besides English. Letting out a soft sigh of acceptance at his failure. He probably wouldn't ever understand Shiren, and she wouldn't understand him. Blinking hard before thinking intently, could he help her learn the English language? Probably not, as he understood so little of the Navi language. Then again he was the only one in the clan whom knew some of it.

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//*Takes two Ibprofin and a box of Pocky* Ok, mabie I can make it through the day now.//

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Kyojin allowed Volc to bring him over to his side. Pressing his face into the leader's fur. The warmth of the tom comforted Kyojin. His tear-stained face soaked and cold, but when he buried his face in Volc's fur it helped his face warm up. Slowly nodding, his head ruffling the toms fur in the area his head rested. "Thank you. I will come to you if I need you Vol...." he stopped himself, talking a shaky breath. "P.. Pa.." he spoke softly. It felt odd yet soothing to use that word, Pa, finally adressing VolcanicStar as his parent. Finally accepting his past, the old parents he had were no longer going to come. No longer the same cats he once looked up to. Closing his eyes tightly, slowing his fast breathing. His chest hurt, trying to focus on the picture in his mind. The picture of the delicate but deadly she-cat with intense forest green eyes, but fuzz soon engulfed the picture. Opening his eyes, tears filled the corners. Had he finally... forgotten...?

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Kyojin narrowed his eyes, a sly grin spread across his face. A ball of snow in his paws, spotting his first target. One of his groupmates, his black pelt visible against the white snow. Yet with his dull green cloak with a thick layer of snow clinging to the fabric he seemed invisible in the snow. Taking the rugged snowball in his paws before suddenly chucking the snowball at his random target. Parting his jaws as the ball flew through the air. "Snowball fight!" he said in an abnormally upbeat voice. Long and narrow tail raised, excited. Eyes shimmering brightly, instead of being a dull and dead like always. He seemed a little bit more lively, which was something odd compared to his normally dead looking self.

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Antom? Kyojin blinked hard, soon realising that she mustive ment Phantom. Yet the rest of her sentence made no sense, Phantom Arcadia Rain? He only blinked in confusion. What message was she trying to convey, "What?" he asked. Looking completely puzzled by the sentence, trying to reword it any way possible yet it made no sense. Mabie the words wasn't supposed to be together, mabie just saying random things.

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The snowball smacked Kyojin in the middle of his face. Shaking his head, a soft chuckle escaped his jaws. The cold wet snow clinged to his facial fur. Luckily he closed his eyes, so it didn't really effect him that bad. "Ha! Nice shot." he chirped before darting at an abnormal speed to a rock. Scooping up a ball of snow with his paws, watching Pinekit and Mist intently. Chucking a snowball at Pinekit, his closest target. Grinning wildly, the hood over his face shadowed his features so his grin was the only visible feature to his face.

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Kyojin sniffed, watching Shiren as she watched the phantom. Cringing at the pain shooting across his face, the stinging wounds striking across his fave was bound to leave one heck of a scar. Letting out a soft sniff again, muttering something underneath his breath. The phantom hissed at these words before completely disappearing. To anyone lacking the ability to see this spirit they wouldn't see nor hear this phantoms reaction. Kyojin's words were simply, 'Go away'. He sniffed one last time, eyeing the area that the phantom once stood. Malevolent, Malevolent Phantom was its name. His real dad. Scrunching up his nose, thinking about the odd appearance of the phantom. Many things was not hereditary, like the stitched up maw, scars, and tattoos. Yet he probably wasn't dead when he recived those things, so... how did that work? Kyojin was clueless, and lacking knowledge was crippling. Yet he could live without that knowledge, because something else was on his mind. Volc and Shiren was here, that was the only thing he cared about. Feeling the sticky and thick crimson liquid slowed its progress down his face. One eye swelled shut from a wound close to his eye. He glanced at Shiren, then Volc and PineKit. "It.. It was just a Poltergeist." he answered, not telling the whole story. He knew it was only a matter of time before Malevolent would reappear. Spirits often claimed people, not just objects. Sadly Malevolent had already claimed Kyojin, but it had to compete with a few other ghosts. The spirit he brought with him from the Arcadia, a silhouette-like Poltergeist with a horselike mouth was the biggest threat against Malevolent. Affectionately named Phantom. Two Poltergeist's fighting over a host? It had some effects on the kid's sanity. Slowly shaking his head, "Poltergeist's can hurt living beings. This one was trying to hold me down, I moved and this happened....." he pointed to the wound across his face with a claw. He sighed, "He's trying to claim me because we are...." he paused. Blinking hard before trying to find out how to word his situation correctly. "Closely related." he said a bit softer than before. Luckily the shaky aspect of his voice had disappeared. Softly tapping the wound with a paw, cringing at the pain. Man, he was actually starting to become healthier. This wound would put him back in the Medicine den, hopefully it wouldn't get infected.

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Kyojin chirped in excitement, he was now a Freelancer! It wasn't a gigantic step, but he didn't care. Being promoted was a step twords a higher rank, that was ofcorse very promising. Grinning softly, his hood from his cloak down. His wounds, from the incident with Malevolent, still raw and swollen. He raised a paw, pressing it up against his opposite forlimb. Growing pains ofcorse. Looking healthy compared to when he first arrived to The Shadows of Arcadia. Growing was a promising sign for the odd half-ghost kit. "Erm, sorry for the demoted. Congratulations for the other Promoted." he finally spoke. Still thrilled about his promotion.

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Kyojin shifted uncomfortably, he didn't like The shadows of arcadia becoming ArcadiaClan. He was just getting used to this new territory. Volc, Shiren, and Love all knew how much he hated sudden and large changes. Clearing his throat, "Individuality is what every clan desires, so striving for it only makes us more... common. I like neutral, as it gives us a state of uniqueness and diversity with its members. Not to mention we would make only more foes if we became Pro-clan. So if we do get in a scurmish we have more organizations with us than against us." he spoke out. He wanted to keep the clan diverse, as cultural diffrences could be eliminated by the acceptance of a stricter way of life. Yet that was his opinion, not fact. After all who would listen to a kit.