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Yet another new clan name for the fox to remember; The Cartel. It sounded like cartello, which Aquila's old residence had many of. It was almost impossible to not know any drug dealers where he used to live. They would almost always be ignored by the guard, so he guessed even some of the knights were drug dealers.

The fox watched Caera in curiosity, wondering what she had in mind regarding the association.

Aquila tried to keep a straight face while trying to confront whatever had awoken him, but it was no use. Aquila was a passionate man, and that meant in all emotions. Anger flooded his mind, and his mouth was telling him to scream. Dammi questa possibilità!¹, he thought finally nearing the scene. The fox's eyes scanned up to whatever was causing the noise, and couldn't believe his eyes. A skinny, hairless creature bared it's teeth before him. Aquila pinned his ears back against the hood of his cape, and his telekinesis reached for a throwing knife stored in one of his thigh holsters. He didn't pull it out completely, but it was slightly protruding from under his cape. "I'm swift in the trees; I can help you," Aquila looked over, for only a second, at Fern. For a fox, Aquila was an excellent climber, so he could easily move through the branches. As for the werewolf, well, he hoped it wasn't as skilled.

//¹Give me a break

Aquila cocked his head to the side, silently wondering why there was a house in a tree. A damn tree! He probably didn't understand. Living in the same place for your entire life had that kind of effect. Especially when said place was so far away.

"I'm afraid I can't help you there either," Aquila shrugged, not even bothering to make eye contact with Fern. He wanted to say that he knew a guy that could, but that man was long gone too. The fox gave himself a mental note to remember that he wasn't in Italy anymore.

Art was something Aquila always appreciated but never participated in. There was only one reason for that; he simply wasn't good at it. Now, he did know a guy from his past that was maybe too good. However, thinking about said person would probably be a bad thing in the moment Aquila was experiencing, so he tried to suppress it. Non sei in Italia più¹, he thought to himself.

"I'll participate too, why not," he said.

//¹You aren't in Italy anymore

Halloween had never been a holiday where Aquila was from. It was probably best that it wasn't to be completely honest. The risk was too high for the kids to find some sort of narcotic in their candy. Of course, the childhood memories would've been nice.

Aquila showed up dressed in essentially what he wore everyday, except in black. His hood was pulled up over his face, as always. He explored the site of the party with his eyes, ears flicking every which way to pick up sounds. The fox decided to go over to the large group that had been forming and simply listen to what was going on. He stood there awkwardly, but couldn't help but give a small snort at Fernando's comment. If he was still a teenager, that would've been something he would've asked.

The fox's eyes instantly turned towards Rose Quartz, who looked small and pitiful next to Fernando. it was a bit funny to Aquila, because he wasn't very large either. He was used to being the big fox of the city, but now he supposed those days were over.

"My name is Aquila," he answered simply, directing a nod towards the Master of Fine Arts. What did that even mean, he wondered. It was a high position, no doubt about that, but he wasn't really sure what the purpose of the rank was. Curious as always, he didn't hesitate to ask. "When you say you're the 'Master of Fine Arts', what does that mean?"

The obvious answer to the question for the fox was "war". He was never a doctor or any type of artist, and he'd probably fail if he even tried any of the other majors. "I'll do warfare," he replied simply.

Aquila hadn't expected anything to be said about him. Barley anyone knew him except for Fernando and Fern, so it was strange to hear his name the first to be called. A grin dared to pull on the corners of his lips as he spoke. "I'd be able to go to SunClan, if you'd prefer," he offered both Fernando and Rose Quartz. It was about time that he started visiting his allies.

Aquila looked at the hound skeptically. Taking candy from strangers didn't sound very safe, but then again he willing killed people. In regards to his old town, Halloween could go bad too quickly. "Halloween?" he repeated. "Is it a thing just for fun or is it... you know... a..." Aquila couldn't remember the word for 'holiday' in English, so he copied Lucien's sheepish grin in an attempt to ask for assistance.

Aquila arrived in curiosity, watching Twistedhumor closely with his orange eyes. Commander, huh? That didn't mean anything to the fox on a personal level, but it sounded like a name for a leadership position. A lot more badass then "shepherd".

As told to him by Lucien in The Sanctuary, Aquila only knew that kids basically went to people's houses and asked for free candy. It seemed dangerous to the fox, but then again he didn't come from the greatest of places. He arrived, curious to learn more about the otherwise mysterious event. He sat near the rest of the group, though distancing himself out of habit.

Aquila could relate to Wister. He had no idea what the hell was going on, and he sure as hell knew nothing about art. He had actually completely forgotten Rose Quartz's lesson from the courtyard. However, he continued to participate anyways, sitting down at a desk. It felt uncomfortable for him to be enclosed in such a small space, but he tried his best not to complain as he waited for the other students to arrive.

All the fox heard from Rose Quartz was a bunch of gibberish. Sure, he knew the literal definition of the words, but had no clue what they could mean in regards to art. If only she knew italian. Maybe the rants from his art-savvy childhood could finally come in handy if she could.

Aquila was of no help either, though the Italian knew who their allies were. He just didn't have any position of power to say anything. Perhaps Fernando would be around, but all he could do to the situation was sit there.

//low muse, sorry for the short post

The face painting looked uncomfortable to Aquila as well. Not just because cold globs of paint were about to go on his fur, but also because he would need to take his hood off. He never had since he arrived in Stormclan, so that would make him feel awkward on his own. He ambled over, trying to look as calm as possible, and looked at the sugar skull designs available. The one he ended up choosing was quite simple; completely white with a blue ring in the shape of a flower around the eyes. He then moved near Fern, careful not to bump into her, and watched her painting the young owl's feathers.

Aquila had been tasked with gathering news from Sunclan. Fernando had tasked him with telling the members that Stormclan was neutral in their war. If they were still at war, the fox had no idea. Nor did he even know if they were considered allies anymore. Oh well. He sat at the border, the hood up on his silver cape, and waited for someone to find him.