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Pippin was looking for a high vantage point, small paws carrying him in a circle around the temple that made his clan's home. Large golden optics narrowed on the canopy, his long, slender tail flicking. The slight tom seemed to fade in and out of the shadows, a soft frown etched across his face. A book was carried gently in his maw, closed to prevent any damage to the pages by his razor sharp teeth.

'What are you doing way up there, Lavi?' 'I'm reading, Master'. The child shook his head, shaking away strange thoughts and recollections. He just wanted to read. After all, it was a foolproof way to discourage any other kits to ask him to play. That, and he was rather interested in starting this book; the Lord of the Rings. It was too curious a name to resist. Now if only he could pick the right tree...

Hearing his name, the tom paused with a blink of golden eyes. Lightly, he turned his head, facing Caera. He wasn't very social. He wasn't against being so... He just didn't prefer it himself. But he could carry conversations, so long as they were of interest or gain. He didn't mind the intrusion to his thoughts either, as it was a change of pace. Unable to speak with the large book in his jaws, he set it down, carefully placing it beside his feet.

"I'm looking for a spot to read." The small feline had a straightforward tone, without much emotional inflection. He was just stating the facts after all. "I prefer the trees to the ground." There was no real why, either, he just seemed to like being up in the branches.

// that's alright, I left for camping so I'm a little late too. Just got back. =D

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The kit could not remember ever painting before. Peregrine's ear flicked, his golden eyes flickering in a strangely mild curiosity. There was also a somewhat irritated gleam in their depths. Caera's call had interrupted his reading. Of course, he hadn't had to come over at said call... That was just his curious nature pushing him forward. There was just no winning with him, was there?

"How come all these supplies were just left around?" They had to have been brought in by someone who cared about art, why just leave them in some dusty old room somewhere? He wondered maybe if whoever they belonged to had decided they no longer wanted art, or if they had been killed, or something. Those were, in his opinion, logical enough reasons.

[ touched the sound of silence ]

Yes, just as he thought. The tom blinked and turned his head, letting them talk, seemingly content with the simple conversation. He watched as they picked their color, absently frowning. He hadn't been planning on painting, he'd just come over in curiosity. There was nothing to gain from splattering color all over a piece of paper, was there? All it really was, was something to do. He could just go back to reading if he wanted.

There wasn't much point in that either. It was just what he liked doing these days. "I dunno..." What could he paint? He'd never done it before, so he doubted he'd be very good. "Maybe something from a book." But which book? He furrowed his brown, studying the array of colors, trying to think of where to start.

Prompt for Pip please?

Pip can't remember how long it's been since he'd been.... Well, anywhere. His cartel scent had washed away over time, though he had every intention of returning home, once he found his way. He supposed he was old enough to be on his own but leaving the only home he knew didn't sound like a smart move. The studious tom did not know this place. His feet had carried himself here as if on their own accord as if something invisible was pulling him here. Like something he could not see or hear was calling him and he had no choice but to follow his feelings. His instinct.

He wished he brought his books. He had been reading something good not too long ago, though the name seemed to have faded from his memory. Expressionless, the inky black feline sat beside the border, watching but not seeming to care, about the unusually rapid river. The smells here indicted a border and a border meant he should stop. He was kind of tired anyway and something told him whatever he was looking for was here.

// lessa s.

THE SOUND OF SILENCE — peregrin "pip" daremo uenm ongnyen — he/him — domestic cat — the cartel

Pip realized a little late he didn't really have an answer. He hadn't come with a purpose of any kind. His ears flicked back as he fell into thought. He was not joining. He was not interested in any kind of dual allegiance though he had heard of such things. The young tom opened his mouth, then promptly shut it at Lessa's arrival, blinking. Her. That was why he was here. Why? What was so special about... Lavi?

Pip's mouth went dry. All those little flashes, little brief memories... This was someone he had known before he'd been born. How? Why? "My name's Peregrin," despite the initial surprise and anxiety that flooded him, a state of expressionless once again took over. His voice was robotic almost, but there was careful coolness to his tone. It was best to be polite on foreign territory after all. "I'm just here to visit..." Vist who? Why? He swallowed back a lump in his throat as the answer came to his confused mind. "My sister." At the very least, the boy managed to stare directly at Lessa for that, large golden eyes flickering.

THE SOUND OF SILENCE — peregrin "pip" daremo uenm ongnyen — he/him — domestic cat — the cartel

Why on earth was Pip hanging around here? Simple. He had strange memories of a possible past life and a sister connected to that. What was he doing? Trying to stare at the top of his head. The pure black tom-cat narrowed his golden eyes upward, trying to see exactly what a happy npc apprentice had plopped atop of him. He could smell the pollen strongly enough to lead him to the assumption it was flowers. But why were they shaped like a circle? And what purpose did they have to sit on his head of all places?

TOUCHED THE SOUND OF SILENCE — peregrin "pip" daremo uenm ongnyen — he/him — domestic cat

If anything, Pip looked a little upset. He didn't want to have an unknown thing on his head. But everyone seemed to know what it was and were rather unfazed. Was it something common? Were these 'flower crowns' placed on the heads of others often? A frown fixed sharply on his maw, but his sister's presence seemed to put him at ease. At least, until she called him adorable. The young boy let out an indignant huff, brows raised. "What if I don't want to be adorable?" He grumbled, tail flicking. Or a prince. Well, actually, he'd read about some cool princes in his books before so maybe that was not that bad.

"Don't princes have to be crowned by... Other royalty? Or... There's more... Ceremony to it, isn't there? Can't just plop a crown on someone and call them a prince.... Right?" Pip was fairly certain he was correct. There was supposed to be a great deal of fuss when it came to prince-ship.

TOUCHED THE SOUND OF SILENCE — peregrin "pip" daremo uenm ongnyen — he/him — domestic cat