Posts by PERSEUS;

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Perc's story hadn't always been sad. Not violent, or ugly, or even a little bit sad. He grew up with three people that seemed to be the most boring people in existence. There was nothing sad, nothing scary. He didn't know what violence was up until maybe a month ago. Even when he'd been thrown into ShadowClan, with people like Marauder snapping at him, Perseus had maintained that level of innocence. Things only got bad when he got kidnapped for that hunger games thing, and now he was missing people and hurting and he just wanted to get back to Marauder. Littlekit is another child, though, and right now he has trouble trusting anyone around his age. They tried to kill him, the ShadowClanner tried to eat him (that bite mark still mars his hide). She seems nice enough, but he still looks like he's a few breaths from running away. The leopard swallows hard and lashes his tail.

"Yeah." She kinda talks like he does. No, he didn't kill anyone. He didn't even hurt them, aside from a desperate scuffle or two as he tried to grab supplies or just get away. It still echoes in his brain, get away, get away. Things used to be okay. They weren't really okay anymore. HawkClan. He doesn't know anything about HawkClan, he only knows ShadowClan and SunClan and the safety of Marauder's hoodie. "I can't stay for long," he tells her after a moment, watching her shift her jaw. (Being a child, Perseus almost asks her what happened, or if it hurts, but he doesn't.) "I have to find Marauder, he's probably worried. But I can —" The boy hesitates, shifting his paws and biting his lip. "I can stay for a bit, if that's. If that's okay."
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Roguecub's father was a strange sort of person, sending him off into the world. From what he's seen, Perseus knows that he can take care of himself, but he doesn't think that Marauder would ever tell him to go make friends in other places. At least not on his own. The caracal was the overprotective sort of parent — then again, the lion that Roguecub called his dad seemed just as bad about that. It was alright though, because it meant that Perc had a chance to tag along too. He doesn't know where he's supposed to look for his guardian figure; it had been a month since he'd last seen him. And unlike the HawkClanner, the clouded leopard did listen to Marauder, at least most of the time. Not when it came to leaving him alone, though. The caracal had tried that a lot in the early days, but he was a stubborn child. And just the same, he's going to be like that with the one now wandering around because his dad said so. Perseus has a way of following around people who don't want him to.

So even if he tried to remain neutral about it all, the child was stubbornly set on him liking him. Or at least not ignoring him a lot. Something like that. "Maybe you're going too fast," the boy countered, though he has no trouble picking up the pace for those last few strides, so he's standing next to him once more. Like him, he's eager to get this started — the more places he can get to, the more likely he is to find someone who knows where Marauder is, right? Hopefully that was how this would work.
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tiny perc track bc i wanna keep up with this
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You know what Perseus does when Roguecub tells him to move faster? He sticks his tongue out. Yes, it's more than a little childish, but he's a child, and unlike the wolf pup, he has absolutely no problem reveling in that, most of the time. The addition of someone around their age has him tensing a bit, shuffling a tiny bit closer towards the HawkClanner he'd followed here. She was old enough that she could have killed him in the hunger games, but he doesn't recognize her, and she seems... Quiet. Even still, he doesn't pull away. He's not sure if Rogue would appreciate the closeness, but Perc found his grumpiness comforting. It reminded him of the person that he was here looking for, though he can say that he'd sort of worn off on him outside of that role, too. He wasn't nice, but he was, in his own way. "Hi. I'm looking for someone," he tries to tell all of them, though his (admittedly quiet) voice is directed towards Benjamin, not the earlier two. While they're nice enough, he said that he was the deputy, right? And that was important. He thinks so, at least. "His name's Marauder. He's kinda grumpy? Has he been here?"
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/ UH my muse ran away from me oops, please don't feel like you have to match this!! The last paragraph is the only one that matters.

The boy had separated himself from Roguecub, after a while. While he was good company, there were places that Perseus needed to be. He thinks so, at least. Marauder's not the type of person to hang around the places filled with sunshine. Not without him around, that was, and he very obviously appreciated that, but now he was gone and even though he'd always wanted to be brave, he was scared. The caracal had always been a weird sort of protective shadow, dark and rough around the edges but sort of like a blanket. You hid under your blankets when you thought the monsters might get you, right? The monsters were all around him, now, and Perseus didn't have anything to hide under. The clouded leopard is still limping a little bit, though he'd done his best to push it aside when traveling with the HawkClanner. He didn't like being slowed down and Percy was too proud to enjoy being an inconvenience to anyone. (Had he been an inconvenience to Marauder? Was he still looking? Did he miss him? He keeps telling himself that he probably does, because even if he was mean to everyone else, he wasn't to him. But he's still scared.)

Once upon a time, he'd made a promise to himself to never think about his family again, because he wouldn't see them again, but he keeps thinking about whether or not his mom would be proud of him right now, and he doesn't think that she would be. That's okay, though. That's okay, because maybe Marauder would be proud of him instead. (He just wants people to smile, was that so bad?) Now he just has to see him again, and maybe there's something at the border that sparks a bit of hope, because it reminds him of dyed fur and a red jacket and a tongue sharp enough to draw blood even without his teeth. The child sits down, watching the world with eyes that had once been a steady kitten-blue, now muddied with change. They'll be brown, soon. Like his mom's, and dad's, and grandma's. Not Marauder's, though.

It takes a moment of contemplation and tension for Perseus to take a seat, trying to keep his heart from beating too hard at the idea of people finding him here. It's not even the adults that worry him anymore. After the hunger games thing, he was more concerned with people his age. Though the wounds are bandaged now, he can still feel the bite mark on his hip, and the various cuts on his sides, and the raw ache every time he takes a step. Maybe he'd be lucky and there wouldn't be any other kids. This was easier when Roguecub was with him. It reminded him of the people that had sided with him in the hunger games; kept him safe. He likes to be independent, but maybe some part of him will always need a little bit of protecting. Maybe some part of him would always be soft. "Hello?" The child squirms a bit, muscular tail swishing behind him as his paws clench and relax in the dirt. "I'm looking for someone. Sorta. I just — I need to find. Someone."
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He swallows hard when Koda approaches, feeling the urge to shift farther away from the calico. She's not a danger, but there's not much of anything in her eyes. Even when people were being a jerk to him, there was something, but she doesn't care, and she doesn't not care, and really, Perseus doesn't know what to think about that. But maybe she'll know where Marauder was, even if she wasn't as nice as the people in HawkClan had been. They didn't know, after all. They'd offered him a place to sleep, allowed him to use some of their supplies. They were... Nice, that was all. It's okay if these ones aren't, though — he'd been around Marauder long enough that he can just stick his tongue out at anyone that's being too mean. "His name's Marauder. He's kinda mean but only sometimes and he likes being sarcastic, and his ears're —" The boy raises a paw to draw tufts above his own ears. It feels silly that he can feel tears started to well up in his eyes, he doesn't even remember the last time he'd cried about anything like this. "He wears a jacket? And maybe a bracelet?" That only makes the urge to cry worse, and Perseus sucks in a shaky breath. There's no point in getting upset now; that won't help find him.
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He hadn't meant to end up like this again. The child had been doing alright on his own, for a little bit. Visiting a few places in search of Marauder, but then things went wrong again, and healing injuries were split open, new ones drawn on a pale silver hide. He hasn't grown since the last time he had injuries much like these ones, but at least these ones aren't so bad. Just some cuts, a few bruises hidden under thicker fur, and unlike how he'd taken it last time — putting on a brave face and limping onward, it doesn't take Perseus long to figure out that he can't do this anymore. Tears prickle in muddy blue eyes, and though his paws were now calloused and worn with months of steady waling, he no longer moves. At the edge of the moor, on the somewhat scratchy grass that loved to survive until the depth of winter, sits a lone clouded leopard, head low in defeat and breathing quickly in an attempt to hold back tears. Though Percy had hesitantly called out for someone when he'd found himself at the other borders, he doesn't feel as if he has the strength for it, now. He doesn't smell Marauder here, however faint it would be from time, and if he was being entirely honest, he only wants to sleep. But the boy keeps his feet for another moment instead of curling up, and swallows through a throat tight from wanting to cry. "Is anyone here?"
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Perseus had to agree that this was a pretty place. Even in winter, he could see why people liked it. Well, he would, if he were to look at it. Instead, the child can't seem to focus on the world around him. It had been such a high point back in ShadowClan, when he hadn't had anything to care about except the territory. Now he misses Marauder, and he can't seem to go anywhere without someone trying to hurt him. After the hunger games, he hadn't been able to find a real home. Maybe he should have just gone back to SunClan, but since he'd been captured there, it was just — ruined, sorta. Rounded ears instinctively flatten at the sight of another child, his head still stuck in a loop of run, run, run. It was only other kids that had hurt him, except for the person who left the more recent injuries, and truth be told, he was confused. Marauder always acted like he was protecting him from something, and it would seem that Perc finally knows what it was. Even if it was everything.

"I'm not a mister," he says, sounding sullen for what might well be the first time in his life. Still, he tries to keep himself from looking terrified, and instead sniffs and swipes a paw over his ear. There are two other adults, now. Only one of them talks to him, and Perseus instantly finds himself gravitating towards the one who didn't simply because he didn't. Soft people were okay, but people who were big and unkind reminded him of Marauder, and maybe he likes that. He looks between all of them slowly, and offers a short nod even though his breath seems to quicken further. "I just —" Tears well up again, and the clouded leopard hates that, hates that he's always so close to crying in front of people that he doesn't even know. "Do you guys know someone named Marauder?" He allows the words to rush out unchecked, because he'd long since given up hope on finding him on accident. And it was getting colder, and lonelier, and he missed the weird smell that clung to the caracal, reminding him solely of the word red.

"He's black and his ears have things" — the boy adds length to his ears with a paw to signify tufts — "and he's not gonna be in a good mood." Desperation and frustration both well higher in his chest and a few tears do manage to spill before he shakes his head harshly to clear them. There's no point in crying over this. He promised that he'd never cry, and even if he's not here, Marauder will find him eventually. "I can't keep looking for him."
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color update. will update links in a little bit.

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updated, BUT,,,, i miss his old icon. i'm going back to that.

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How many places had he been, now? While he has no comparison to make, no idea of how many groups are actually out there, Perseus thinks that he's seen at least a little bit of it. ShadowClan, SunClan — he'd actually stayed there for a while, and now he'd visited HawkClan, ThunderClan, DarkClan, and WindClan. Maybe he would stay in that last one for a little bit, but he didn't know. It didn't feel quite right, sitting in one place without Marauder. While walking around would probably only make it more difficult for the caracal to find him later, at least this means that he doesn't have to feel lonely. Besides, HawkClan was nice enough, right? They'd offered him a place to stay and helped him take care of his injuries, and then the other boy had helped him get to ThunderClan, too. Not that they'd been much help for either of them. Would Bat be back here, now? Or was he still visiting other clans? Either way, Perc feels like this place had been the nicest to him, so it was nice to be back here. While the clouded leopard is now covered in fresh injuries as well as the healing ones from before, he doesn't look at all uncomfortable.

"Hello?" The boy shifts, partially out of anxiety and partially out of impatience. "It's Perseus. I just wanted to come talk for a little bit, if anyone. If anyone remembers me." He thinks that he'll be sad if they don't, but that's okay. It's not like he was here for very long, after all.
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He knows that this is ridiculous, all of this. He watched Mina with a sad sort of frown, the kind that only pulls down on one side, and tries not to get his hopes up for her response. He shouldn't, of course, because Marauder wouldn't have come here unless he came here, right? He thinks that that's what's going on right now, at least. He thought that he'd smelled him back at DarkClan, but nobody there had been much help. In fact, there had only been one person there that talked to him at all. That was alright, because so far everyone in HawkClan and WindClan had seemed ready to help, and that was all that he needed. The clouded leopard doesn't allow himself to sink back down in defeat when the other young animal doesn't remember him. Even if he wasn't here, well — they were nice, right? "No, not really. I just — I need to find him, he's —" Perseus didn't even know what he was to him, really. Sometimes his brain messed up and called him "dad", but he tried to ignore that a little bit. Marauder probably didn't want to be his dad anyway. "Is it okay if I stay anyway? I can't — my paws hurt and it's cold and —" Truth be told, he had never joined anywhere without Marauder around, at least not since ShadowClan, and that had been something of an accident, so this is obviously quite new to him. Hopefully they would let him stay, though.
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Okay, well that definitely wasn't normal by Perseus' standards. The boy finds his eyes widening at Caroline's appearance, more specifically the fog. He had yet to be exposed to too many powers, or really anything strange about anyone, but, well. Everyone had to start somewhere, right? The same could be said for sweets — the clouded leopard didn't even know what a pastry was, much less tea. As such, his confusion only seems to double. "What's a pastry?" While things had changed for him recently, the cruelty of the world finally reaching him now that he was no longer allowed the safety of Marauder's hood and the space between his paws, something as simple as that has Perc's eyes brightening a bit, as if he's excited. "I mean. Hi."
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Perseus here is currently wandering around the clans in search of his guardian figure, and since he's probably going to try and visit every single group at some point, I decided that it would be good for him to make some connections as he goes, since he doesn't really have many.

OPEN TO && GENERAL PLOT IDEAS:
— Friends/Close Friends/Kinda Friends?? [very very easy]
—— He will probably give them a friendship bracelet for this.
— Rivals/Enemies/Archenemies [not very likely, but possible?]
— MAYBE childhood crushes [one way/both; very picky about who he likes]
—— He likely won't understand a crush, and he's probably more into guys.
— This is weird, but I need someone to introduce him to marshmallows.
— Teaching him pretty much anything. He's very curious and very smart.
— ADVENTURES. He's an excitable child who wants to explore everything.
— Probably anything that isn't on his closed to list, just ask.

CLOSED TO OR AT LEAST VERY UNLIKELY:
— Parental figures. He already has one and he doesn't want more.
— Negative influences FOR NOW. Alcohol, drugs, anything like that.
— Anything dealing with permanent romance or kids. [he's like two]
— Anything dealing with sexual assault, harassment, or anything similar.
— Dying, capture/torture either way. Minor injuries are okay. [Marauder]
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Perseus was a resilient thing, however breakable he seemed. Like a ball of putty or something. Pull him apart and mold him, push him around, but he was made for that. But after a while clay hardens and you're stuck with what you have, and Perc is scared, a little bit, about what he's going to be when the world is done making him. He wants to be tough, but he doesn't want to be angry and sad. He wants to be soft and kind, because that was how he had been. Before ShadowClan, and before Marauder. Before the Hunger Games, and now before Bat. He had been vulnerable before, when he came here. That didn't mean he was broken. He's scared, still. Other kids scare him, people who are nice to him scare him. He's getting better. He's healing. The boy stares at Bat for a while in confusion, wondering why anyone he doesn't recognize would know his name, but then the scowl clicks into place and muddy blue eyes widen in surprise. "Bat? What happened to you?" It's not clear, perhaps, but he's talking about the new body. Perseus takes a few steps closer, fighting the urge to leap up on him in greeting (not Marauder, only Marauder allows that), and instead chooses to simply stare.

"You're changing colors," he then exclaims, sounding delighted as gold flares across his probably-friend's body. The gold looks nice. Kinda pretty. Like stars in the daytime. "I just — wanted to say hi? I haven't really." Perseus stops and fidgets, brows drawn. "I dunno."
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/ rushed

This was a weird sort of place. Too far away from where he was supposed to be right now, and certainly not a place that Marauder would be, but the child finds himself curious. He stands at the border (he had learned a long time ago that the smell means stop) and looks around with bright eyes, head turning quickly as he takes it all in. Maybe it was near HawkClan? He can smell the ocean, maybe. That would be neat. The ocean had been cool. But still, Perseus would have felt better if Marauder was here with him. In any case, the clouded leopard takes a seat, long tail curling over his paws and ears flicking towards every sound. "Hello? Is anyone here?"
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HUMAN AU TAGS DONE?
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