Posts by ATTICUS H.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus was unaware of the inner turmoil of SunClan, but if he had been aware, it was a safe bet to know that he wouldn't be very happy about it. He had gone in search in Westernwaste with little luck in finding him when he decided it would be better if he gave up completely and came back home (he'd been gone for nearly six months after all, quite a long time, considering he'd been born even earlier than that). The tall serval slowed to a stop near SunClan's borders, yellow and brown eyes bright and narrowed at the horizon of trees crossing his path. Flicking an ear, the male sat down and waited silently for someone to appear.


    [ oop this was meant to be better but its 2am lmao ]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]It was a habit really, the look of mild concern that flickered across his expression, almost getting to his feet. But he stopped himself, swallowing down the need to help - he wasn't even a part of the Clan yet. Flattening his ears slightly at the comment to keep his voice down, Atticus' eyes shifted to Olivia for a split second. "Atticus Haddok, here to join." He shifted a bit uncomfortably, trying to avoid the concern in his chest for the male across from him. "Why should I keep my voice down?"


    He looked back to Olivia, frowning mildly and thoroughly confused. They looked.. terrified. And it made his natural need to protect others flare up a bit violently.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus' brow raised slightly in question, looking past the two and at the tree line. "And he did that to you?" Atti already knew the answer to that question, and this already reminded him of Permafrost. It wouldn't be good if the male was actually present for a torture of a clanmate, he'd probably end up bloodied and broken on the ground as well. He did, after Hepatica's multiple attacks on his clanmates and being cruelly tortured by Risencorpse, have a rather nasty defiant streak. Or he was an idiot and dove head first into danger to save others. "He sounds lovely."


    The male's lip curled in distaste, looking back at Imperial and offering him a faint smile. "Alright, I'll go with you." The serval slowly got to his paws, flicking an ear and dipping his head slightly towards Olivia (old habits never die). He was quickly cut off, however, when a few more faces appeared. "If he's anything like the bastard who used to lead SunClan, then I'll probably be able to deal." And by bastard he was referring to Permafrost. He caught the flinch in posture, the small break and he had to clench his jaw and swallow the nasty burning of fatherly instincts. Considering he was probably much older than half of them who currently resided with SunClan.


    But that wasn't why he was trying to push the feelings down. He was new and most of them probably wouldn't accept his offered help. Biting his bottom lip, he glanced around those gathered and stepped over the border.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]Atticus probably would have felt sorry for Imperial if he knew of his parentage. He hadn't been able to stand the way Perma had dealt with his kids and just the thought of it made him sick to his stomach. "Temporary henchmen?" Atti asked, frowning a little heavier. Did this man actually have people who followed him? The more information he received, the more irritated and defiant he became towards this Orpheus. The serval took a deep breath and let it go, calming the irritation before following Imperial, his tail lashing behind him.


    [ quick post ]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia][ i spy arno ]


    Atticus already didn't like this kid's attitude, but he was stuck in the past and was one of those who tried not to curse in front of children. The tall serval silently slipped over, yellow and brown eyes watching the kitten with mild interest. "Atticus Haddok, nice to meet you." Did he have to say his last name? No, a formality at most, habits he struggled to drop. Sitting down silently, Atti's gaze traveled over those present before returning to Django.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia][ i can't,, why is this so funny "perhaps it was just because they looked so pushable" + rlly shit post ]


    Atticus remained silent, his gaze slowly following Orpheus' retreating figure as he moved towards the growing group. He was careful to stay away from Merle however, his gaze flicking to the BlooClanner with distaste. He didn't move to help Papertorch, as much as his instincts told him to, but stood back and watched.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]A discussion. How civil. Considering the male had pushed someone off a cliff just so he could say 'fuck it', civil was not a word Atticus would use to describe Orpheus. And he had barely been in SunClan a day. The tall serval silently made his way over, sitting down and curling his lip in distaste at the dragon and the throne.


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]faN I CANT BREATHE


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]launches Atticus even if they haven't had v many interactions


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]watch atticus be a defiant little fuck in a thread to orpheus


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]"Oh but it's fun love." Atticus' voice dripped with sarcasm, yellow and brown eyes burning at Orpheus in almost vague amusement. He wasn't amused by the other's actions, but more that the bastard thought Atticus was just gonna sit with a stick up his ass. Lashing his tail, his lip curled in vague distaste. He sneered slightly, his tail lashing.


    But Atticus stopped dead, his heart pounding against his chest, watching, breath catching in his throat. What.. what was he doing? What was Imperial doing? He hadn't seen someone do that - much less half the powers everyone had - and it freaked the serval out, taking a step back, choking on the bile that rose in his throat. He couldn't talk though, his mouth opening and closing uselessly. It made him think of Maxis, of disturbing the spirit's peace and destruction leaving in its wake.


    [ ninja'd ]


    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; color:; font-size: 10pt; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 450px;][font=georgia]atticus is a lonely gay man
    someone should help the lonely man