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"Well I'm not one'a your kids." Perseus turns towards the voice on instinct, because even if the voice itself is all wrong, the tone reminds him a bit of Marauder. Needless to say, the child is used to a little sharp treatment. The caracal hardly means it anymore, but he can't tell what this stranger means by her words. Stormy blue eyes study her critically, pale claws sinking almost warily into the ground, as if he's preparing to defend himself. Perhaps he is, at least until he notices that she seems pretty much harmless right now. Again, the kid is reminded of Marauder and all of his bandages, so there's some concern filtering into his features when he pads slowly towards her call. "Guess so. I'm not from around here or anything. What happened to you? Did you get in a fight?"
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Okay so this was getting a little bit out of hand. He'd thought that he could find his way back home with directions from RiverClan, but that had very obviously not worked out in his favor. Instead of finding a warm, colorful ocean-side village, things had just gotten increasingly colder. That was great, wasn't it? He hadn't really experienced the cold yet, much less snow. While Perseus has yet to reach BlizzardClan's great staircase, the islands are hard to miss. Despite how cold it is under his feet and around his small body, he's not yet shivering. Maybe it's the awe in him, eyes bright despite everything that's happening right now. Despite the fact that he feels lonely and maybe a tiny bit scared, and he's cold and tired and hasn't eaten since RiverClan — how did he get this lost? This wouldn't have happened if he'd just... Stayed put. He'd certainly listen better next time.The clouded leopard fluffs his fur, the darker rosettes the only sign of his otherwise silvery pelt against the snow of their old territory. "Hello?" He tries to make his voice as loud as he can, though he's far away from BlizzardClan's actual territory. Maybe someone is down this far, just for a little bit? "I'm lost, I just — I need help." Perc is too proud to admit that, most days, but now's not the day to let that get in the way of his own survival.
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I'VE NEVER ACTUALLY CALLED HIM A CIS MALE. HE JUST HAS THE. SIGN THING. MAYBE I ALREADY KNEW THIS. I still need to update his profile though.
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So far, Perseus had had far better experiences while wandering. He wandered into ShadowClan and met people he liked, wandered into Riverclan and met... Well, someone kind of weird, but that was okay. And this stranger seemed alright too. But something the RiverClanner had said made him nervous, after she told him that she had trusted the wrong people and got hurt because of it. Was Helix the wrong sort of person? He seems okay, but everyone seems okay to an innocent child. After a moment, he relaxes enough to answer, though as soon as his mouth opens he finds himself fighting a yawn. "I, uhm —" Where did he want to go? There was ShadowClan, or SunClan. Maybe he could ask Helix to just tell him where home was, but nobody knew that. Not even Perseus himself. "I don't know. Do you know where SunClan is?" This seems like it's pretty far from the coast, and if the tabby couldn't help... What then?
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hmm, his tags are still good. just removed statistics, basically.
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It's been a while since Perseus had been around here. Not because he hadn't actually been around, he'd just... Been doing his own things, or something like that. Wandering around, getting to know the place. And others, when he got lost a month ago. That had been an adventure. But now he was back, and most of his time here had been spent perched between Marauder's shoulders. Wherever the caracal went, Perseus was probably around too. Today, though, he wasn't in his usual place. That probably spelled disaster, not because Perc would be getting into things — oh no, the child was the well behaved one, out of the pair. Today, he's back working at an old hobby of his. The sun hadn't yet reached it's peak before he was surrounded by a small pile of friendship bracelets, each of a different pattern and color combination. This was what he'd spent most of his time doing back in ShadowClan, too, and now that he'd had even more practice.By the time he's ran out of his favorite color — red, like Marauder's hoodie — the clouded leopard's paws are kind of cramping from the effort of it, and he exhales slowly, tongue curling with a yawn. The focus there had always had a rather soporific effect on the leopard kitten, so it's no surprise that he's already ready for an afternoon nap. Still, he has something to do first. [color=#F7F2C8]"Does anyone want a bracelet? I just need two things." He tilts his head. [color=#F7F2C8]"One and a half things. The first one's too easy to be a full thing." And he's too tired for this.
/ whoops trying to get active with the child again
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You know what? Said scrap of fur really didn't like it when Marauder got hurt. Or when he did stupid things in general, and this was kind of stupid. And with how often the caracal gets into fights, he's willing to bet that the fight wouldn't be as clean cut as the stranger assumed it would be. M's tough. And to hear him talking like that has the clouded leopard narrowing his eyes a bit. [color=#F7F2C8]"He can beat you," the child assures, partially because he's stubborn and partially because he actually believes it. No, it's the truth. It's not like Marauder plays nice, anyway. From what little he's seen, he's kinda a jerk when he fights someone. (He's a jerk anyway, so that's not too out of the ordinary.) Still, Perseus lifts a paw to prod sharply at his guardian figure's side. [color=#F7F2C8]"You need to be nice." It doesn't bother him that people don't like Marauder, because he does. As long as people don't insult him, things will be okay. But even if he's being a jerk, Perc would be on his side. [color=#F7F2C8]"Making fun of his height is rude."/ mobile, but.
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Okay, you know what? I have no idea of Perc is cis or not. It's not in his tags either way. It is Officially up to interpretation.
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/ whoops this got long?? 1+2: marauder, 3: suga + rukia, 4: theo + immy. rushed ending, whoops.Perseus hadn't understood ranks when he was younger. To be honest, he still didn't. Artpop had thought that he was doing good, so he got a different thing to call himself and he had more to do. That should have been simple, right? But all he can remember is an overwhelming anxiety, because he didn't want to be a disappointment, because he didn't even know what he was supposed to do to not be a disappointment. He'd stepped down in the end, but what if he hadn't? What if he'd stayed as someone important there? Would he have gotten hurt, like Marauder seemed to think? It wasn't that simple. You couldn't just be protected because you weren't important. (He had learned too early that some people were just sick enough to hurt people who didn't deserve it. It was a distant, unstable lesson, but his own nonetheless.) But hey, he's got Marauder to protect him, right? The child tips his head to smile up at the caracal, rolling to his back and pawing absently at him. "You could always tell me something new." He assumes that he has a lot of stories to tell, though most of them seem like they would be sad. He doesn't really want to see Marauder look sad.
When the conversation turns towards his bracelets, the clouded leopard rolls back over to look at them, his expression nearly glowing with a weird sort of pride. "Yeah," he agrees, voice lifting brightly at the end. "It was — it was a lotta work." Not in a bad way, but the hypnotizing effect that repetitive actions tend to have on a young child had set in quite a while ago. There were far more productive things to be doing, maybe. Part of him is slowly becoming aware of the fact that he needs to be able to protect himself and maybe actually do something for the people here, he just... There wasn't really an explanation for that. He looks back up at Marauder. "I would have to find them first. But that's a good idea." It would look nice. Maybe he can spell names on them. (Not that Perseus can actually spell names yet, but he could learn. He had the alphabet part down.)
Maybe he would do that next time, though, because there are other people around him and they're all asking questions. That would make sense, considering that he hadn't actually explained anything right away. Perseus smiles again. Suga seems like a nice enough person. He doesn't really remember what it's like to have a father, though maybe Marauder does come close. His actual dad — he doesn't even remember his name anymore. Maybe there's something wrong with him, but he doesn't try to think of it anyway. There's no point in that. Marauder's just fine, though he's not quite a father, not quite a brother, not quite a friend. He's got a friendship bracelet, after all. Sure, they're just for decoration, but they mean something important to him. Still, Rukia's frown reminds him of Marauder's (he'd been a lot pricklier, though). That's okay, though. He happens to like Marauder.
Theo, however, kinda reminds him of himself. Stormy blue eyes narrow in confusion but then he laughs (giggles, really). "I'm not a mister. Just Perseus." Mister Perseus. That sounds kinda weird. "But yeah, you guys all get one. You just have to tell me your name and one cool thing about you. Deal? And what colors you want, I guess." The last one to approach doesn't seem to want one, or at least she doesn't say so, but he's always liked challenges. In the end, it really depends on how much she ends up liking him. (It worked with Marauder, at least.) "Did you want one too?"
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ooh, you could take perc for this, too. his guardian figure wouldn't appreciate it and he wouldn't appreciate being taken from him, so he probably wouldn't end up staying, but it would be interesting to see his reaction. :0
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Perseus was pretty sure that he had a sweet tooth too. Didn't all children? Maybe if they were weird robot kids they didn't, but everyone had at least one dessert they liked. It just so happened that the clouded leopard happened to like pretty much any sweet thing that he could get his paws on. Therefore, it was no surprise that he would find himself here, drawn by the call of sugar. Or... Theo, talking about sugar. Same difference. Perseus smiled at the other child that he'd just met recently — it was nice to know that he wasn't the only kid around here. It had been kinda lonely in ShadowClan; none of the kids there seemed to like him much. That's alright, the people here were nice enough that he didn't miss them anyway. With a quick wave to Theo, the child cranes his neck to look at the melted caramel, feeling the usual urge to dip his paws in it — that would be bad and messy and Marauder would make that face at him.He'll make an actual apple later. For now, he turns to Tourmaline with a confused frown, staring up at her. "I can help, if you want. Do you want one?" His own could come later, for now he just wanted to make sure that she was okay. She looked kinda... Upset. Not sad upset, or angry upset. Just this is weird upset, and Perseus understood that kind of thing.
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UH, everything's fine. Sort of. Just don't look.
Marauder should be worried, though. Sorry Marauder.
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For someone who would probably be fine eating candy every day for the rest of his life, Perseus had no idea what trick or treating was, or Halloween in general. Saying that he'd been raised under a rock was an understatement, though Perc supposes that in his whole three months of existence, he had instead been raised in a tree and then by Marauder, which was basically the same thing. He was tall, and the child preferred to stand somewhere on his shoulders or head — and sometimes trees were prickly, and sometimes Marauder was quiet. But when he wasn't quiet, he was starting fights or getting himself hurt. He kind of remembers the smell clinging to Garlic, remembers how unhappy it had made him, so it's sort of second-hand cautiousness that has the slim child looking warily at him. It wasn't ColouredClan that bothered him, no. This time it was BloodClan. "What are you doing," he asks, confusion evident as stormy eyes narrow at the "costume". And a raw potato; who ate that? This was clearly the puzzle of the century.
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Perseus doesn't think that he's technically supposed to be this far out of camp as often as he is, because Marauder's that kind of person and SunClan has a kind of weird territory, but he got curious and the caracal wasn't around. Maybe it was for the best that he was here, anyway, because it means that he gets to see the note before something happens to it. Not that he can really read anyway; it's only a few words that really catch his attention. Family, love, thank you, and friend. Were they a friend? Were they looking for a friend? He doesn't know the context of any of it, so even though the clouded leopard attempts to read it as best as he can, it only results in him frowning at it and gently placing his paws at the upper corners to keep it from blowing away. "Guys? This looks important."
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/ lowkey sad perc, i guess??Ask most parents or childcare experts, and they would probably say that any toddler-equivalent kitten should probably be asleep at midnight. Hopefully way before that, because they could sleep up to twenty hours a day and this was definitely not the way to be getting it, but Perseus just... Couldn't, right now. It wasn't restlessness that keeps him from curling up somewhere safe and warm and sleeping for as long as he could manage; this feeling was heavier than that, settling low in his chest and stomach. It was kind of similar to sadness, but he can't actually think of a reason for it, not really. Nothing has changed in these last few days. Marauder is still here, he's talking to people that he would like to know, he's doing the same things that he usually does. There were a few thoughts that weren't so easily explained away, but Perc doesn't think that he wants to actually talk about those right now. They don't make sense like they should.
So instead, the clouded leopard had wandered off on his own. He knew that he probably shouldn't have, because it was late and dark and it just seemed like something that he shouldn't do, but it would only be for a little bit. Soon enough, the child had found himself seated on the cool sand of SunClan's beach, only the moon and his lonely footsteps in the sand for company so far. Perseus curls into a ball, stormy blue eyes on the water's edge, then to the faint stars above his head. It's not the same as climbing trees or making bracelets, but watching it fade and return soon has his eyes falling partially shut in exhaustion, head on his paws. "It's okay," he tells himself, words weighted and slow, because he's tired and it sounds like what he needs to hear, even though it doesn't really do anything when he says it. They're just there, empty and weird. "It's okay."
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