Posts by C. TOR

Within the past day or so, Apate had found little time within meeting new faces for a time to breathe, let alone recharge herself. She was very good and talking with others- gaining information but she would always be an introvert and heart. The dessert was a distinct environment that she knew she was integrating- getting used to the constant heat on her back. It was just a matter of waiting.

and oh, how she loathed it.

Don't get Ap wrong, she was a very patient, leinier creature. But this situation was like being pushed in a hard place, cornered and like a frightened animal. She could feel the tension not in her shoulders and knew it was only a matter of time before it would snap out. She was nothing if not controlled and wouldn't allow a thing to happen. So she did what anyone in her place would do when stressed.

She trained.

The sands were hot under her pads and her footing loose and unsturdy as she jumped, leaped into the sands. Claw marks on the tree out before her were her only reward or show for her work. Working out- or rather training broked to be a good way of destressing and she needed it badly. A distraction was key, something to keep her mind off the thing that she didn't have- Patience.

The strain in her muscles relaxed the tension, and she was mid swipe when she heard her father's words. Talking, it wasn't something too concerning, maybe it was his tone, maybe it was the fact that she knew little- if any of the man behind her but she felt her claws falter and her swipe loose power. Resulting in the only logical thing- her claws wedged deep into the bark of a tree.

Well. This was going a great start.

She could feel the chips of wood dig under her pads and she shifted for a moment, tail lashing out- trying to balance her as she walked closer to the tree. "Um." She wasn't one to stutter like so, but she was caught of guard, and it was the best response she could get out before a slew of curses that were muttered under her breath as she yanked her paw out. 'sonava- mother- -waffles f!ck!'

It was barely audible, but it was probably something she adapted to after only being in the clan for a few days. Cursing was common and she- ever the one to keep up with social norms- adapted. The language was sour and crude but at least it was better than the roman's and their pervy plays, parties that could only be described as--

She turned around, facing the other with a slightly pained face. Her ears were pinned to her skull and she held her left paw close to her chest for a moment before deciding to stop down, move closer. At least she had that- he respected her space 'probably because he think's i might think it were an attacker.' and- that wouldn't be wrong under normal circumstances.

"Hello father." After a moment of uncertain she brushed off with a smile- a flash of silvery white ivory as she sat down before him. Something was off, the mood seemed to awkward for her, but she pushed through it. Giving a gentle not towards the male- her father before answering his question. "It's going to take a while, to get used to bloodclan- I haven't been here since i was a kiddo." She hopped his memories were right, or that she was somewhere along that line. Unless...- no, no, no. Stop. Thinking.

"How are you?"

[ maybe she could learn to consume souls? *shrugs* // apate is assuming she is a cub roughly under 6ish moons ]

The echoing wave of consciousness was... disturbing. It was a child and Apate felt a chill run through her spine at the tone, sorrow, hopelessness.... What happened to her? She wanted to ask as she got up, approaching a quick trot to the border where the cub was stationed. The sight alone didn't disturb her, but rather her expression- her eyes.

They were just like hers.

Something convulsed under her skin, a chill of guilt that wrapped around her. The cub's mouth was sewn shut and she looked starved. Something- she wasn't a medic! She didn't know how to help, she could only get the attention of a medic and hope. But... something chilled her, something kept her from speaking.

A mind user...

Just like her.

"Hey- sweetie, I'm here, come on, were going to get you help." The first thing she wanted to do- was sooth her motherly instincts soared over logic and she allowed it. "Can you tell me your name? Can you lean on me until we get to camp?"

To stumble upon the dead was alarming if it were anywhere beside here. A little over a week in and Apate had grown custom to such a sight. Glazed over eyes, body still twitching. Fresh then. She assumed as she tried to sniff out the clan that could have done this. She had her back turned to the body for only a moment, raising her head- flicking her ears but only finding one pair of footsteps. Well, wasn't this a curious sight. Either the other flew away or retraced the steps, either way this was a tricky little thing.

"Lesion to the wise to bring water with you." She hummed, more to herself as she looked a little closer towards the corpse. This really should have bothered her more. But she found herself unphased by it, maybe it was because she was already adjusting or... 'no- no don't think about it ap.'

Apate felt her own fur rile up in repressed anxiety and... stress as she slipped into the crowd that always seemed to surround the camp. Newcomers, elders, snappy apprentices. She let her eyes drift from person to person. A few faces looked across towards her and she nodded to a few NPC's before she spotted Barabara.

Well, the other looked to be in an agitated mood, and damn it if the mother hen part of her didn't want to help. However stressed out she was, she pushed that away. Helping others usually alived that sort of thing, right?

"Hey, Barabara, right?" The feline nodded to herself, sitting down before the apprentice looking down with almost apathetic silver grey eyes. "Why are you covering your ears? Is the sound bothering you?" Funny enough, this would start of innocent enough. Apate lowered her head slightly, trying to meet eye level with the other and flicking her ears forward before pressing them back. It didn't sound too loud...

Apate felt the concern fliter towards her paw and she flexed it, showing her claws were intact- if not a little bit... sharpened. She felt some of the tension leak from her then. Emotions, they were easy to see on him- either he had trusted her enough to show his true feelings or... this was all a mask. Though Apate had a feeling this emotion was real- she could feel her own power- hunger for release, just one more taste--

Her ears flicked as she turned back into the conversation- hopefully he didn't notice her lapse in attention. She smiled at the thought- loving this place... Fitting in, it was all she needed- all she wanted in a long while. To be here- to be back it meant a lot to her. She relaxed- visibly, tension leaking almost completely from her. "If what you say is true, I don't think I'll have many issues with the clan... beside the occasional friendly skirmish."

She chuckled heartedly at his next comment activity, she never knew a clan could be so active before."I know the feeling." She nodded along smile genuine and lingering even as his conversation took a more serious turn, she bit her lip slightly as a thought turned over in her head, would it be okay to ask...? "Umm, actually there is something I've been meaning to ask. What... What happened to Mother?" She felt her ears flicker down slightly, trying to expell the thoughts swirling into her head- obligatory memories she implanted into herself. Amour's shining white fur... impassive baby blue eyes. Things that she shouldn't have been able to remeber as a kid- clear as day.

Honestly, Apate had no way to tell if the nile was real blood or just runoff from the chemicals near the bottom of the setement it was cutting into. But as she noticed people body dumping into it... Well- she had little doubt that it was at least partial real blood. Though there was the fact that it never turned black as to when blood died off...

Thoughts such as these drifted into her mind as she approached, noting the tang of copper in the air as she walked up from downstream. She was just looking into it- really. She wouldn't jump into it- as much as she was integrating into this clan she wouldn't ever want to have blood on her fur- it crusts and then takes parts of her fur off- ugh- such a pain to deal with. "It could be made out of sediment runoff from the rocks... Question is how it stays so vibrant." She hummed more to herself as she sat down along the two. Noting that it was a just starting conversation and deciding to nose her way into it before it got too big.