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    Another Snow Leopard? There seemed to have been quite a few around the area now, Chuck, Celestial, now this youngling. Ah, they were interesting creature and this child seemed to have come bearing gifts. The coyote picked himself up and carried himself over to the newcomer, sending a sweet smile to the smaller creature as he walked with a limp.
    "Hello young'un, what is this for?" the veteran asked in a soft voice that rang with a certain happiness. The male was very fond of children and he was more than happy to be the one to greet this Lithiumclanner


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    Modelling Hm? Atticus never wore much, just a scarf, a Satchel and during times of prayer he'd wear his Tallit over his shoulders. Due to his past, he never really found much time to appreciate himself or feel anything other than shame. He lived a lofe that was far from pampered so he usually never slent time treating himself with anything. Atticus was far from confident. When Bluepaw asked for some volunteers, the veteran removed his scarf and his satchel, laying it aside before approaching the younger individual with a sheepish smile, feet shaking under his weight from withdrawals and anxiety.
    Oh this was going to look stupid, he was going to humiliate himself.


    "Miss, I know I ain't the prettiest but... I could volunteer? Maybe?" His head dropped the minute he spoke, regretting his words. "If you'd like someone else Id understand."



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    Atticks smiled as she came over, ah, he loved her general happy, boisterous attitude. It was almost contagious, even. He cocked dis head over as she spoke, catching a name that was unknown to him. Joker? She seemed happy about his presence, whoever he was. It intrigued the veteran.
    "Joker? Who's that?" the coyote asked curiously with no ill intent, he was simply just intruiged. "I don't think I've met him"



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    Atticus: AAAAAAA! !!!
    Atticus: I've read it!


    Atticus: Simon was my fave



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    What Kate said quite easily sent Atticus blushing under his fur and surely, he came trotting over with his signature limp to his step. His head raised a little higher as he heard Bluepaw's response to his joining, his lips parted in shock as he heard her mention the colour blue. "Blue?" He repeated, almost like he was making sure. Would he have looked good in blue? Atticus didn't really know, he usually kept himself close to earthy tones like browns and greens to match his eyes. Or was it to match his military background? Atticus didn't know anymore, he sort of lost himself nowadays.
    "Huh, I wonder what makes blue a colour that would look good on me, I'm not that good with colours an' fashion."



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    Atticus: oh jeez celestial
    Atticus: that's unfortunate



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    Atticus: hello!
    Atticus: I'm a disappointment!



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    Atticus was among the outskirts of Windclan as he performed his nighttime prayer. After packing up and heading back to his cabin, the male almost tripped over Astral's body which, quite frankly, spooked him into slight fear. Turning to see the resting child, Atticus stood on shaky paws to stare down at the honourguard. Did this boy really think he was going to get some shut eye out here? With all the wind and winter coolness blowing from the north, Atticus doubted that this male was going to get comfortable. Quietly, the veteran walked over and smoke with only gentleness in his voice.
    "You alright there, Astral?" Atticus asked, his voice drawled with his usual accent. "y'shouldnt be out here in this weather. You should be in your cabin or somethin'."



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    A gasp was what caught Atticus's attention, he was just about to head inside his cabin to unwind and relax but the minute he heard Evelyn, a neighbour in distress, the young coyote couldn't help but feel vaguely concerned. In such a large and active clan, word spread fast across members. Through hushed words, Atticus had picked up that some man came to the clan a few nights ago calling for his wife. Ah, this female seemed TI be in extreme distress and he couldn't help but feel concerned. The first time he had met Evelyn, she had gone out of her way to help him in a crucial time. The veteran was desperate to return the help she had offered.


    Quietly and calmly, Atticus wobbled over with his head down low and features loosely relaxed. He did not want to startle this femme so he adopted a non threatening appearance to his stance. Atticus respected the Brit's personal space by standing a feet or two away from Evelyn as he spoke in a soothingly gentle voice that flowed with his signature southern drawl.
    "Hey, breathe."


    He followed his words with a deep inhale and exhale, as if trying to therapeutically guide the other into quietude and proper breathing. Looking into Evelyn's exhausted eyes that were lined with tired bags and sunken features, he knew she was suffering from a form of insomnia.
    "Y'dont have to tell me anythin' I just... Wanna make sure you're okay."



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    Atticus: I'll come with ya!


    Atticus: @ControlledBleeding sorry, that was probably me
    Atticus: I invited everyone cuz I think everyone deserves to be a part of things Yknow


    Atticus: bleh that was cheesy I'm sorry



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    Seeing that Evelyn seemed to relax at the sounds of his words was more than relieving. He was far from a therapist so knowing that she wasn't going to be too difficult to soothe was a good thing. The coyote listened to her vague answer with interest, ears pointed forward and eyes wide and awake as he listened. She was having night terrors, oh that's a shame. Atticus knew how nasty those could be and he sighed when he heard the word. His calm, dignified composure broke at the question Evelyn said, he wasn't used to being treated with hospitality so quite surely, it felt strange.
    "Uh, sure. Only if it ain't no burden." the veteran amswered a dip of his head, paying his respects to the female that stood before him.
    "Either way, I do believe you'd like the company to keep your mind offa things, yes?"


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    An Ugly sweater competition! It was a while since Atticus has participated in the joyous aspects of holidays, he trotted over, nearly tripping over his stump of a foot as he halted by Negan, soon enough to hear the question that he asked. "It's a holiday tradition thing." The southerner would say, glancing to the larger male and then turning his gaze away. He wouldn't admit it, but Negan really stirred up anxiety in the coyote.
    "I have one sweater. It's a Hanukkah one though. It's not ugly though I think it's cute it lights up an'... Uh... I'll shut up now"


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    Atticus was excited to hear that he was invited to a ugly sweater competition for the holidays, although it was described as an ugly 'Christmas' sweater competition, he was still very excited to join. The coyote had one festive sweater and it was by far his favourite sweater ever.
    He sported a azure coloured sweater with white stripes, zig saga and snowflake patterns over the sleeves. On the front of the sweater was a Menorah with two little dreidel characters designed on the wool. At the tip of the nine candles of the menorah, there were little led lights. At the very bottom of his sweater was written 'Gettin' lit' in bold white letters.
    "I know it's a Christmas sweater competition but look!"
    The veteran reached down to a little battery pack from his sweater, switching it to light up the Menorah on his sweater. It shines with many colours and Atticus's face glowed with a wide smile.
    "Ain't it cute!"


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    Atticus was always around the area of the lake, it was his favourite spot in the entire territory. It's where he would rest, it's where he would pray and sometimes meditate. The perfect area to do so, even in the winter the spot carry its upmost elegance. The coyote padded over to the scene to admire it's frozen state, but that's when he noticed dark fur standing out from its white surface.
    It was Leasa, Atticus didn't know her quite well, but he wouldn't have wanted her to get hurt. Hastily, Atticus trotted over as quickly as his mangled paws could take him, standing at the edge of the ice with concern in his green eyes
    "Careful, miss!" He tapped out, eyes scanning the ice the young Jedi had set foot on, making sure it wasn't cracking under her weight.
    "I wouldn't really advise goin' on the ice yet... I wouldn't wanta see you fall in."


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    The familiar scent of blood sent Atticus's nose wrinkling, it sent it tingling, his head spinning into fits of memories he did not want. His past was filled with bloodshed, wether it was from the life of war or the pits of Germany's darkest barracks, he knew the smell like the back of his hand and he knew whoever was injured could not be ignored. Quietly, but surely quite slowly, the coyote hobbled over to the origins of the smell, Windclan's winter breeze carried it quite easily. As a huge, mighty beast came into view, the veteran's heart sank in his chest.


    He had never come across such an animal and he doubted anyone else did. This giant Chimera like creature was absolutely huge and not in the greatest of conditions. Their feathers were messed and tinged with crimson where spears were embedded within skin, their face was covered with what seemed like armour. Was this a creature of war? of combat? A flash of sympathy glowed in Atticus's soft face, he took small steps forward, head sunken low to look as gentle and as innocent as possible, he did not want to spook this hybrid. The barrels in the area seemed to glow and it surely did catch the former medic's attention, but for now, he was going to keep his distance from the creature and respect their space before speaking;


    "Hey there, fella." His voice shook and came out uneven, yes, he still suffered from tremors due to his withdrawals, but he hoped that wasn't of an issue since he kept his tone as soft as can be. He let out a gentle hush to the animal, as if trying to guide their heavy breathing to the sound of it.
    "I know you're hurtin', I know. Im gonna help you can... Can you talk?"




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    Atticus stood his ground as the beast would move it's mighty body. He let out huffs and grunts as dialogue, no words escaping those parted lips. A mute? The Chimera's feathers bristles and their hackles rised, they roared and Attie took a slight step away, ears dropping back as his taller frame had sheltered Victorian who had just joined the scene. The beasts eyes shined in a pinkish red shade, one of anger and spite. He continued with his ferocious threatening display before falling into pained whimpers due to the weapons embedded in his skin.
    Poor fella.
    Atticus felt his heart wrench. Who had hurt this animal so much they could not trust? Who had hurt them so much they could no see help?


    When Victorian stepped forward, panic formed in Atticus. Oh no, he did not want her to get too close, he did now want the young wolf to get injured or to get terrified. The coyote looked around the site, what could he do? This animal seemed completely unapproachable, too far along paranoia to ever accord aid.
    That's when he focused on the barrels. They seemed to glow with the same sort of light as the beasts eyes. Atticus had travelled the territory often enough to know that those wooden contraptions weren't of Windclan's property.


    With his body kept low, the medic made his way over to the glowing barrels, green optics fixated on his shine as he limped towards them. He rested a paw over the rim of the barrel, glancing up at the gryphon ahead of him as if looking for any sort of reassurance or any air of trust. Nudging the item forward, it rolled ahead at a slow pace as Atticus spoke.
    "This is yours, yeah?" he didn't know why he was talking to a mute animal but... A part of him believed that the beast would understand.
    "I could give this to you."



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    Welcome back!!!!!


    Also *eye emoji* I love The Last Guardian and Atticus is literally such a sweetheart and gets the #fatherlyinstincts every time he sees someone in need expect him to be exactly that. A sweetheart.



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    Like that, the beast had seemed to slip out of their aggressiveness. Their ears were drawn forward and their eyes gleamed of a softer shade, still wide with interest and something that seemed like need. Atticus felt a sort of pride as he realized that finally, it seemed like there was a way to soothe this giant. He tilted his gaze downwards, looking at the glow that escaped between curved planks. He was curious as to what was hidden in these, but he guessed that he would never know for this gryphon didn't seem to be able to speak. The veteran lifted his eyes to face the monster with a expression that radiated with warmth, he pushed the barrel forward again and as he intended, it rolled ahead a meter or so closer to the hybrid ahead. The coyote remained only a few inches behind as he stepped forward every time the barrel moved, as if it was a shield, a symbol of a peace treaty.


    "I hope this is close enough."
    He murmured out, eyes glancing over grey bloodstained feathers that seemed to have relaxed now that they locked eyes with the barrels of the area. He fixated on the spears embedded in the skin, god were they deep. They seemed painful, agonizing. It must have been digging into muscles rather excruciatingly so. Atticus immediately felt inclined to help this stranger, he had to. He must, He didn't want to see this beast suffer any longer.



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    Watching his leader test the ice's strength, Atticus still couldn't help but be anxious. But at the male proceeded onto it's surface, it seemed to have been secure. I must have been, right? With a sight, the coyote plopped down into the snow of the lake's shore, watching ahead with concern in his gaze. he heard the words exchanged between Lessa and Kate in utter silence, listening to what they said before turning to meet Cherviltea's frame. He gave a respectful dip of his head towards his leader before speaking;


    "I'll watch over. I can swim, I'll stay here in case of emergencies. Is that okay?"



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    I'm getting so many compliments over Attie I wanna sCREAM yall too kind!


    and yes!!! Dakota and Attie can def be friends! He isn't one to begin conversation but once he's approached and there's a conversation going he's a total sweetheart.
    These children are both in mental and physical pain sAVE THEM