Posts by Santana.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]sprints into thread
could i get the sunclan sunguard badge on this account + my main? muchas gracias

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The new territory had definitely been a change from the island they had initially resided on. Aside from the beach, the rest of the domain went on as far as the eye could see. There would be much exploring to be done, especially now more than ever. They had little knowledge on this territory, so they would have to be cautious as well, unless whoever was wandering around was powerful enough to combat any threats. He had yet to leave the beach. He was certain, however, that he would be well suited for the new region. At least he would be able to defend himself. Even so, Santana's ability was still a bit volatile, and when it did spike it was often arduous to control it again. The fawn kit didn't want to end up burning anything down, not when they had just arrived in a new home. The more he thought about, the more he realized just how far away from the city he now was. His gang.. San missed them greatly, but there was little he could do. There was the option to completely betray SunClan and leave everyone, but he doubted they would care.

At least some noticed him and his presence, though he would have much rather been with Duskmire than anyone else. Most of those living within SunClan were alright by definition, but he hadn't interacted with them enough to gather a proper opinion. It was Jericho's voice that brought him out of his trance-like state. Santana shuffled over to the space the leader had brought them to, now listening intently. Most of the news was about the new territory, and alliances, or lack of alliances. ScarClan sounded horrible. For a moment, he was glad he was stuck in SunClan. The next announcements to come were that of his reminder to hold the weekly tasks, as well as high position meetings, which were mandatory. He made a mental note of both before giving a bob of his head and a smirk to Jeri. Demotions were next to be said, and while there were few, that meant there were even fewer high positions. They had to be filled eventually.

The promotions that were announced before the sunguards was expected, as she had done well despite her short amount of time within the clan. Like Suga, she too was everywhere. It was no wonder she had been promoted so easily and so soon. Santana gave a roll of his eyes, shoulders shrugging nonchalantly before they rolled back. When his own name rang out, he perked and straightened his posture. It was true they had discussed his promotion in front of him, but he was still shocked and satisfied all the same. "Muchas gracias, Jericho," the Mexican kitten addressed gratefully, smirking with obvious pride in himself. "Congrats to the others, I guess," San then added on, smirk fading to be replaced with a frown. He didn't particularly like either of those that had been promoted to Silverbloods, but he couldn't do anything about it. The Sunguard simply attempted to appear happy for them, even when he was quite the opposite. Since there was more to be said, he slumped back into a more comfortable position, despite how awkward and uncomfortable it appeared.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Much like Stuart, he wasn't at all fond of water, or big bodies of it. Unfortunately, however, most of the world was covered with oceans and seas. He couldn't understand why anyone would willingly swim in the water. It was still being discovered, and there was little information on it either. Even the humans knew next to nothing about what lay beneath the ocean's surface and into its depths. If his gang had informed and taught him well enough, the humans had more knowlege on space than they did the seas. Not only was it unknown, it was deadly and dangerous. The water could swallow you whole, or cause you to drown. Dying in such a way was the worst in his own opinion. He loathed water, unless it was for drinking. Not only that, he could hardly stay afloat, which indicated he couldn't swim either. It was somewhat pathetic, but he wouldn't willingly step into water again, unless the situation was dire enough. Even then, it would take much effort: on his part and on the parts of his clanmates.

At Suga's exclamation, he snorted rather obnoxiously to draw the attention away from the higher up so that the enthusiastic male would see the roll of his eyes. A whale was a much larger creature than any of them, perhaps even bigger than the yacht they rode in on. "That's a stupid idea, pendejo," San scoffed in a somewhat taunting manner, not particularly being rude, but not quite polite either. Though he used a rather...derogatory word directed at Suga, the male wouldn't quite know. It was better that he didn't, or then everyone would realize just how crude he was, especially towards his fellow clanmates. Thinking about it left him grinning in a rather cocky manner, though he kept the look on his features as he observed Stuart and Suga.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The laugh was what caught his attention, along with the yelp of pain emitted from the femme. Santana extinguished the flame he had been creating to set his paw on the ground, intent on joining the trio. Once he began padding in their direction, he gave a roll of his eyes before settling a hard stare on Suga. At least he had the decency not to laugh at her fall, and how she was stuck with a paw in the earth. Women were to be respected, not teased or taunted. The Sunguard brought himself to a halt before he got too close to them all. He noticed her injury, but said nothing of it. He was not like Suga; Santana had little knowledge regarding herbs, their uses and injuries. Whatever happened to her was beyond what he could comprehend, so he was left to stare at her. San realized then that he didn't know who she was, so he really did stare at her through wide optics. "You alright there, esa?" The fawn kit questioned, though he didn't quite care. He at least knew how to be polite, unlike someone who had already gathered. "Name's Santana. I dunno you," he introduced with a bob of his head, flashing a fleeting grin towards the femme.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Santana wasn't particularly adept at reading either, so he could only stare down at the book from his position not too far from Fairykit. His tail flicked, hovering above the ground and stirring up dust. The words on the pages only appeared as scrawled lines to him. If he did learn to read, he wanted to first be able to understand Spanish. Their basic language was secondary to his initial and first language. It would always be that way, even if he predominantly spoke what he supposed was English. Though in the animal world, it had to be considered something else, something different. It didn't make much of a difference to him either way. As long he was able to speak Spanish he would be pleased and satisfied.

The kitten was tired as his gaze passed over the words, unable to read or recognize any letters lining the paper. When Fairykit spoke of nargles, his head perked up, though only slightly. His ears pricked forward, but his eyes remained observing the page. The other kit was rather...dreamy. As in, she appeared constantly lost in thought, or perhaps, she had a light air about her. Santana couldn't read others very well, so all he could see was an odd individual. Nargles were not anything he had heard of either, so he could only cock his head to the side in puzzlement. "Lo que es un nargle?" He questioned her in Spanish, too drowsy to realize he had spoken his native tongue. He shook his head before lifting it fully, now widening his eyes to better peer at Fairykit. "Lo siento. Name's Santana. What the hell is a nargle?" The fawn kit introduced and inquired once more, a rather flat tone in his voice as he spoke. His tone was also low and gravelly as well, making it more obvious he was exhausted.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Since none of the SunClan males had anything interesting to add or say as they approached and silently greeted the foreigner, Santana took it upon himself to at least seem amiable. His personality, however, could prove to be quite the opposite. It only took getting to know him over a long period of time. You needed to be able to chip at the surface, and eager enough to continue rather than eventually stop becaue frustration arose, or there was no longer interest. Unfortunately, no one made the effort to seek out a friendship with him. Perhaps it was because he pushed so many away, not at all intrigued with whoever they were. Santana was near untouchable unless...he like you; unless you made an effort, but not many did. Seeing as how he had, what he considered to be a friend, one, he was not adept in social interactions or situations. He much preferred to keep things business-like. In a growing clan like SunClan though, there was no chance at business,
merely chaos.

When he halted, he flashed a cocky grin in the stranger's direction. He was a bit wide-eyed at her, seeing as how most of those joinings were prediminantly male. Santana couldn't have cared less about gender. He had little to care for and about in the first place. "Yo, esa, what's up?" The kit greeted in a casual, nonchalant manner, shoulder shrugging somewhat. His chin tilted up as he peered in her direction. Observing. The smug look remained on his facial features as he sat back on his haunches. He had done nothing wrong, so there was nothing for him to be scolded for. He said nothing further, merely awaited a reply, though his patience was wearing thin. It seemed his patience had become near nonexistent now, but Santana didn't understand why.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]While they were in a new territory, Santana really thought nothing of it. Everyone acted as though it was a huge deal, when all it was was a change in scenery. Fortunately, back when he had belonged to his gang, they were able to remain in one home rather than move around unlike the other gangs. Oftentimes, they lost their areas of residency because of battles, which usually ended it flames consuming the buildings. It was a miracle that more buildings in that general area didn't burn down. The humans didn't seem to care that a good chunk of their downtown area was gone, the only leftovers being that of the burned down buildings. It was pointless to decorate, unless the decorations were plans for attack or war, or even selling drugs.

At Alice's call, a frown lined his lips, but his eyes remained half-lidded. He didn't care for arts and crafts. Whatever she had prepared for the clan had to be childish. They hardly knew most of their own territory, so why would they go ahead and decorate it? Decorations didn't make anything more homely, in his opinion. "Uh, why?" His tone was somewhat blunt and accusatory as he questioned her, chin tilting up. "I ain't helpin'. It's your home. Do it yourself," Santana added on, Spanish accent making more of an appearance than it usually did. He had no reason to be rude to her, but for some reason...he couldn't quite help it. He felt so heated. San needed to blow off some steam, literally and figuratively. Chutriel was giving him more trouble than he initially thought the demon would. If he had been as religious as his gang then he would have done everything to rid of it, but he didn't see a point in doing so. He had been given pyrokinesis, and the ability to transform into a huge beast, as Chutriel had told him in whispers. Santana had yet to get to that point, but he figured it had to do with his emotions. At least to an extent. "Other people'll help you, but I ain't. Lo siento, esa," the apology wasn't as genuine as he wanted it to be, but he simply brushed it off with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. He doubted she would care.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"Yo, Finn, gimme another," Santana requested from the male in a rather demanding tone. Soon enough, he would be the one handing out weekly tasks, just as Finnishwars was now. He had to start thinking of ideas now, or else his brain would implode from the pressure and the amount of thinking it would take to immediately come up with an assignment out of nowhere. The Mexican kit glanced towards the others before pursing his lips. He wouldn't come up with anything that would be deemed boring, or so he hoped. Most of his tasks would be somewhat oriented around Mexico, and its cultures. None of the assignments would be too demanding though, or strict. He didn't want them falling and tripping over their own paws. Santana grinned to himself as he pondered to himself, gaze settling on Finnishwars once again. They hadn't been around to give out any tasks, recently, or to be around at all. At least, Santana had yet to see them around. Perhaps it was because they hung around with those two joiners.. He couldn't even recall their names. He didn't care enough to remember them.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]tracking!!

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"Cállate, pendejo. You ain't the leader," Santana spat at Valor, shooting the immature hybrid a harsh glare. His chocolate visionaries were narrowed to near slits as he observed him, lips curled back and teeth somewhat bared. While "Spots" did smell of the Exiles, he obviously wasn't doing any harm. It didn't mean that San would willingly trust him, however, so he was cautious as he padded closer. "What are you doing here? Why do you have this idiota?" The fawn kitten questioned the Exiler, tone a bit cool as he directed his attention towards Maddox. The other male was his age, but he seemed more mature than any of those gathered in the area, including himself. That was enough to irritate him, and he was already annoyed because of Valor and his stupidity. Santana did his best not to roll his eyes into the back of his skull. "It ain't exactly smart for you to be here," the Sunguard stated in a more bitter voice, posture straightening as he tilted his chin towards the sky. He noted the injury the Exiler bore, but felt no sympathy for him. It was his own fault for choosing to live in the Exiles. Though he knew little about the enemy group, he had enough knowledge on them to know how horrible they were to each other, and to their own adversaries. It sounded similar to the gangs he had grown up to know, but even they were not as cruel or merciless. They had morals, but they were few and far between. From what he had heard, the Exiles lived in a kill or be killed world. That wasn't a way to live. Santana grimaced as he tore his attention from Maddox to Jejunekit, whose names was as ridiculous as his personality. Obviously he and Valor hadn't gone through anything; they retained their child-like natures.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Santana snorted as she addressed him, merely flashing a smug grin in her direction. "Didn't say I wouldn't watch," he informed her as she turned away, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders. The kit was surprised to know how little he actually cared, if he did at all. He did better pushing people away than drawing them near, but he didn't feel as though he needed friends anyway. Duskmire had been around, but not as frequently as Santana would have liked. Though they had hardly spoken to one another, he felt a connection with him in spite of their silent acknowledgement. Santana didn't mind as much as he made it out to be, though. At times, he did wish for someone to speak to, especially if it was in his native tongue. He swallowed at the lump forming in his throat, which had begun to form when he was completely unaware. It was a moment of weakness that he had been unable to cover up. He grit his teeth behind a closed maw, and his chocolate visionaries hardened as they glanced between those who had gathered to aid Alice. Everyone else was so nice, and amiable with one another. It was an all act. Santana gave a roll of his eyes as he settled his attention on her house, taking in its run-down features. It was nothing special, and he supposed any other house on this territory would be the same.

The fawn kit shifted into a sitting position to laxly observe the SunClanners work away at decorating the home for Alice. She was much more feminine than he expected, honestly. Pink. Flowers sprinkled everywhere. What other things were considered girly? Santana sat back further on his haunches, pondering to himself now about feminine objects and trinkets. When Immy showed up only to leave, the Mexican kit grinned and flashed her an even wider smirk before giving a wave of his paw. He was glad someone agreed with him.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The mask he chose was one of bright red, appearing as though it was crafted from flames. Other than the mask adorning his face, he chose to "wear" flames as well: around his neck, and his wrists, like a necklace and bracelets. It was fitting. If his mask and flames weren't obvious enough, his small stature indicated that he was Santana. Violet was fortunate enough to have him be there to grace the ball's presence. Usually, he was not so keen on these types of formal events, but he was there regardless. He wouldn't mingle much, merely watch from the sidelines, but at least he would be in the area to watch and eavesdrop on conversations. Santana smirked, and it was visible beneath his mask. His eyes shone through the holes as he glanced around, avoiding peering in Violet's direction. He'd rather not ruin his night. The diva greyhound would do just that. As the Mexican kitten neared the general area, he noticed where people seemed to be lingering the most, and therefore strayed from those spaces.

He began to pad towards the food and drink area, pleased to see that there were delicacies he enjoyed consuming. Instead, San decided on water to drink as it would give him the chance to hold the fiery accessories he wore for much longer. Oftentimes, using his abilities for long periods of time wore him out, but as long as he stayed hydrated, his exhaustion would be easier to bear. And there he sat, drinking water and eyeballing anyone who happened to walk by. Most were recognizeable, even with the masks they wore, unless they donned outfits such as suits and dresses. He doubted he would see anyone with a full tuxedo though; that would have been pushing it a bit.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"What the fuck is wrong with you, bro?"

Santana's voice cut through the air in a harsh, critical manner, and his chocolate gaze was hardened as it settled upon Valor. He didn't understand what the hell this idiot's problem was. He claimed to be leader when he wasn't. He was outright rude, immature and stupid nearly all the time, and to top it off, he was apparently cannibalistic or vampiric too. The child had problems, more so than he did. San couldn't help but continue to glare at the hybrid before finally shifting his gaze to Scarlett, eyes softening somewhat. They still retained that hardness to them though, as he was still wary despite her condition before his arrival. "He won't eat you, esa, he's just stupid. You're in SunClan. I'm Santana," he hastily answered her questions, though he couldn't respond to the last one for all of them, so he merely gave his own name. He stood there a bit rigidly for a moment before finally straightening his posture and tilting his chin towards the sky. His gaze remained trained on her as he observed her, judging her without it being present or known. The way she wobbled when she stood was an indication of her fall, and her previous unconsciousness. It seemed the others had been around just in time to witness her unawareness, unlike himself. He had merely gotten there in time to hear her questions, and defense against Valor. The young child wasn't even frightening. Since Santana had been around him for a good while, he felt no fear: not that he had in the first place. If Valor was anything, he was all bark and no bite.

Once again he realized his mind had drifted back to the hybrid, thus he averted his attention and musings back to Scarlett. The femme had yet to introduce herself, and she smelled greatly of another clan, one he did not know. The only ones he knew so far were SkyClan, WindClan, the Exiles and the two Jericho had mentioned. Santana decided that he would visit them some time, not including SkyClan. He had already been there once, and he would have liked to visit the others before returning. He cleared his throat as he prepared to speak. "Who're you? You ask us, but you don't even give us your name or business," San stated rather accusingly, quirking a nonexistent brow in her direction. His Spanish accent was faint in his voice, but still there despite its subtleness. He wouldn't have to utter a word in his native tongue for someone to be able to know that he was Mexican, or something similar. He doubted she would be focused on that though, considering he was pointing a figurative finger in her direction.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]As much as it sounded ridiculous and stupid, he didn't think it would hurt to at least try it. With reluctant, and heavy paws, San trudged forward to give informtation on himself. At least Duskmire had graced the area with his presence. Instantly, the younger individual was drawn to the older male, and before long, he seated himself beside him. There were no words, merely a silent glance and dip of his head in greeting and acknowledgement. The clan that would be partaking in this event was also SkyClan, and therefore, he knew some of those there. That was a slight plus. Still, Santana was young and hardly knew love, or even friendship. Who knew how disastrous this would end up being?

Name: Santana
Age: 5 months
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual, friend dates are totally better for him tho lmao
Clan: SunClan

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Santana seemed to back down a bit when other members arrived, though when Immy appeared, he tore his gaze away from Maddox long enough to give her a dip of his head in greeting. He didn't even glance at Alice as she padded towards the slowly forming group. His attention soon went back to the Exiler as he began speaking, matching the intensity of his stare with his own cold one. If he wanted he could have set Maddox on fire with just one simple thought. Instead, he kept himself contained and merely glared back at him, tail lashing. Upon hearing his reasoning and explanation, he dialed back his fiery outward demeanor, but kept alert and aware. "I guess you ain't that bad," San admitted in a grumble, teeth flashing at him as a kind of warning. When Maddox stuck his tongue out at him, however, his eyes widened in disbelief. He immediately stuck his tongue out at the other child, almost as if daring and egging him on. "Bad idea, hombre," Santana stated, though his tone was not as cold or flat as it had been before, in fact, it was almost...taunting. His posture straightened before his attention averted elsewhere, this time to Jejunekit.

If it hadn't been for the mispronunciation of his name, his fur wouldn't have bristled and his eyes wouldn't have narrowed once more. Sadly, that was what happened. "It's Santana, not Santa. Get it right, bro," he corrected before harshly ennunciating the nickname as he spoke down to the kitten who had only just been returned. He could just as easily be thrown back out too, and to where Maddox had come from. Fortunately for June, the Exiler seemed to be one of the few decent ones in the group, so he doubted he would take him back there. "'Spots' can't visit. He's an enemy." San gave a flick of his ear as he glanced towards Maddox again, but soon realized it wasn't exactly his decision to make. Partyanimal was there, meaning the tiger would end up deciding. This clan was becoming too soft for him now.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Santana noticed that Nymph had been approaching him, mostly like to talk and start a conversation with him. He began to smirk, only to realize that she had begun to turn away and glance around. The fiery kitten could understand why, but it still infuriated him to an extent. With one swift thought, his flames were subdued so that they hardly showed upon his wrists and neck. After that had been done, he eased into a walk to flock to her, bearing a grin. "Yo, Nymph. I won't burn ya. They're kinda decorations, not anything bad," he said to reassure her. He lifted a paw to raise his mask from his face, revealing his facial features. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes that revealed his excitement, despite the fact that Violet had been the one to create the event. Just the mere thought of the drama queen canine had him mentally gagging and irritated. Rather than allow it be displayed on his features, however, he grinned harder. The look appeared so fake that he had to crane his neck away from her, cursing in Spanish. As he watched the guests talk amongst one another, his optics darkened to a degree, frustration making more of an appearance. Why he was growing so infuriated was beyond him, so he could only blame it on Violet. The male had done nothing, hadn't even spoken to him or glanced in his direction. His thoughts turned to Chutriel then, now spouting curses at the demon within him in his head. He could hear it laughing malevolently in his mind, as if egging him on.

"Mierda," he muttered under his breath, eyebrows furrowing and a frown gracing his features. Usually, the demon was not as irritating as it was being at the moment, and he couldn't pinpoint why it was bothering him now of all times. Santana pivoted to face Nymph, and gave her a pleasant, yet somewhat forced grin. "Uh, I gotta go," the kit told her, regretting even approaching her only to leave. He just needed out of this party, this ball, or he would lose it. He needed somewhere quiet and isolating to release his "demons". It was ironic. He needed to pray and confess his sins. Perhaps that would help him to an extent. He gave a wave of his paw before pivoting on his hind paws and exiting the area, gritting his teeth the whole way.

On the way out, he passed Wolfgang, though he could only give the male a brief, and rather curt dip of his head in acknowledgement. But after the action, he was completely gone, almost as if he had never been there.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Everyone was searching for houses to make homes, but Santana was satisfied remaining in the outdoors for as long as he had to. The perfect house would make its appearance soon enough. Perhaps it would be alone in the middle of the territory. He would like that over any other option. Isolation was good for him; it meant he could let off steam when the time called for it. His powers were becoming more unpredicatable, and much like his abilities, his personality was becoming volatile too. He needed to partake in gang-related activities. He missed the rush of selling drugs, and sparring with the gangsters in his group. What he didn't miss was knowing that a female had been raped for no apparent reason, and if there had been a reason, it was never acceptable. It was wrong. Women had to be treated with respect, even if they had not participated in gang-related affairs. It was better that way. If they had, they would have been put in danger, and from what he had heard, they did not enjoy what the gangs did. The women looked down upon it, claimed it to be horrible and forbidden. But the gangs didn't listen. They continued to do as they pleased.

He was bitter as he made his way towards the cylinder-shaped home, noting that Fairykit and someone he did not recognize slipped inside. He supposed it wouldn't hurt to follow after them. If either of them thought he was going to do something for them though, then they were mistaken. Santana poked his head through the doorway, peering at Fairykit and her sister, despite the sunlight streaming into the home and hurting his vision. "Yo, what're you guys doin'?" San questioned as he slipped inside, avoiding the sunlight as he padded into the shadows. "If you think I'm gonna do anything, I ain't," the fawn kit informed with a slight frown, chocolate visionaries darkening and narrowing upon Fairykit as he observed her.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The young Houndour grinned as he blasted a tree with fire he created with a rough bark. It came out in a column of flames, perfectly maneveured to hit the tree, and not anything else. He knew better than to set fire to the entire forest. Many other creatures resided here, including himself. He would have much rather had a volcano to live near, or perhaps open plains, but a forest was acceptable. When the fire died down to a low flame, he extinguished them completely, revealing an intricate pattern burned into the bark. With a laugh, the male smirked to himself before glancing behind the tree, now noticing the Bulbasaur he knew as Nymph. Not many within the woods seemed to like him, which he supposed because he was a fire type, but Nymph seemed to at least tolerate him. The dog-like creature continued smirking as he picked up a trot to near her.

"Aye, yo, esa," he addressed her with a fleeting grin, the smirk soon returning to his features. "Where ya goin'?" Santana questioned with a quirk of a nonexistent brow, peering down at the grass type. He meant nothing by his words other than the fact that he was curious. His accent was faint in his voice as he spoke to her. It was odd to hear a pokemon with an accent, considering they didn't technically learn other languages. There were variations, he supposed, but nothing completely unalike. His attention soon averted back to Nymph, and he couldn't help but yawn. He blinked away the tears that had formed in his eyes because of the yawn, not quite bored, but not entertained either.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The mention of shops and tokens reminded him greatly of gangs and their way of running their underground business. The drug cartel was handled delicately and with precision. A currency was often used to trade or buy the drugs his gang, or other gangs, had to sell. It depended on what each gang wanted from consumers what they would accept as payment. Essentially, if it wasn't for the constant fighting and chaos, it would have been more similar to this setup made by Jericho. "Suave, suave," Santana ended up murmuring to himself as he paid the leader much attention. Soon he began to wonder to himself as well. If anyone could have a shop, that meant he could as well. The question was: what would he sell to SunClanners? He couldn't exactly...sell drugs. He didn't know how to make them, nor did he think it would be acceptable in their clan, or any group for that matter.

After the shops and tokens had been mentioned and explained, he gave a bob of his head in understanding and acknowledgement. "Got it, hombre," he stated in Jericho's direction, keeping a rather mild expression on his features. In a way, he missed the way the gangs, and what they dealt with. It wasn't the fighting, or the constant discord he pined for; it was the way his gang had treated the business, and they way they had treated one another. They had been tight knit, and impossible to break up or cause a rift. Their trust was set in stone: nothing would worm its way in to destroy the foundation they had with each other. Santana facial expression dimmed a bit as he thought to himself, hardly listening to the next announcement as it was brought up. He nodded absentmindedly as the word contest made its way to his ears, but even then he hardly acknowledged it. It was almost as if he was in some sort of catatonic state. His emotions had been volatile, and he loathed it. San couldn't help but feel pathetic and pitiful because of the way he acted. He wasn't some teenager with hormone imbalance. He was still a child. Under his breath, he seemed to growl, but it was not at all audible. "Got it," Santana repeated, soon lifting himself from the ground at the dismissal.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]Little did he know, Emilia was his half sister. He knew nothing of his parents, only that they had abandoned him at an even younger age than he was. He didn't know of any siblings, or if he even had any, but Em was living proof that he had family. Regardless, it didn't matter, as he didn't know her, or his parents. The only family he had was his gang, and now that he had left them behind, he essentially had no one. Santana couldn't help but feel awful, and with the added weight of the demon within him didn't make it an easier for him to cope. All around him, others were finding family, or confiding in one another. Rather than get closer to anyone, he isolated himself. His powers were becoming more difficult to properly control because of his ever changing mood. While SunClan was considered ProClan, and would not initiate any fights or battles, he felt the need to go out to an adversary to fuck with them. It was almost as if Chutriel was subtly controlling his subconscious.

Santana grit his teeth as he approached behind Partyanimal, avoiding the larger tiger narrowly. He came to a halt, staring forward at Emilia. For a few moments, he remained silent, merely observing her. Usually by now he would have spoken, or at least gave an indication of acknowledgement. Instead, the fawn kit did nothing. When he seemed to fully grasp the situation, his expression changed, as did his posture. He sported a smug grin, and straightened back, causing him to ooze confidence. It was seen more as cockiness instead, however. "Welcome to SunClan, homie. Name's Santana. If ya need somethin', you can ask me," he informed her, Spanish accent faint as he spoke in her direction. It was as simple as that. Now he could easily move on without speaking to her ever again if he truly wanted. San figured it would be better to do otherwise.