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deacon .

tracking a tad late, sorry!

his surroundings were dark and then they were light. too light, in fact, as the hybrid joined his siblings with his own brand of ear-splitting, please-rip-my-ears-off cries. the newly dubbed deacon gave up screaming in favor of gentle cries under the gentle attentions of his mother, and he gave up sound altogether when his hunger got the best of him.

deacon was different from his brother in nearly every aspect aside from parentage. at three moons old, he was large and so was his penchant for conversation, if difficult to understand. he would blow through sentences like a racehorse, rendering some of them entirely in babble. if you were lucky, you might catch a story about a bug he saw, though never it's entirety.

most notable was the size he possessed at only three moons. as he barreled past his mother and tumbled to a stop, a pile of legs and black fur next to the two siblings, it was apparent he was the size of any normal feline twice his age. "hey hi ma 'n jay." deacon spoke monosyllabically, looking to both felines. he was soon distracted form both cats by the rock, and his brother playing with it. untangling himself, deacon trotted over to join the two. "hihyhiclark!" he said at what was very nearly a shout. deacon didn't so much worry about clark's health rather than simply shout to keep up with his brother's typically high volume. "c'i play?" he asked quickly, crouching with a wide grin, his stubby little tail wagging and bringing his entire rear end with it.

at only three moons old, it was unlikely that anyone actually wanted to fight deacon. especially not with his mother being barbara herself. he certainly had no qualms with any of his clanmates - yet, that is. nonetheless, he nearly pranced up to michael and afterdark, butt wiggling excitedly. "wassup?" he asked, echoing afterdark.

the kid wandered up late to the gruesome scene. he was quiet as he took in the sight of the emaciated tiger. too young to know the ex-deputy, he stayed toward the back of the small crowd, realizing there was very little he could do to help. and so he sat, sort of wincing as he thought about how much pain this guy must be in.

deacon trotted up, seeing roscoe in what seemed to be agony. deacon for one definitely didn't understand his struggle. though hypo's experienced opinion made his condition seem painful. he stood next to his mother, head tilted in a little bit of confusion. "but how bad does it hurt for real?" he asks quickly, fictional brow furrowed.

typically deacon's haunting grounds were far from the sphinx. it seemed today he lingered around the pyramid, favoring the shade to catch beetles. a few were already stuck to his dark fur, a massive contrast to his sister.

chasing one of the hard-shelled insects, he turned a corner to find lolita. abandoning his prey, he perked up and loped over to greet his much smaller, much more cat-like sister. "lo-leeee!" he called at what was nearly a howl, his intent to annoy her apparent with his impish grin. "i got somethin for ya."

deacon loped up, rather curious. it seemed a lot of clans were around with ambassadors. deacon had neither negative nor positive feelings toward the other clans but he figured allies and people coming to your door to appease you were helpful. and he notied that this ambassador was rather young, closer to his age. what with the gruesome state of bloodclan territory he felt a little bad for her. "hi, thanks." he said shortly, a wan smile on his face

"the other two-thirds prolly includes me," deacon commented in his off-hand, nonchalant way. in truth he had very little clue who his ancestors included. his mother was barbara, his uncle was jamie. there. that's it. but ash in general made him curious. it seemed like a lot of blasts from the past were coming back, that was apparent from jace's almost-but-not-quite grave return and whoever this ashbringer and radioactiveplague were. "i'm deacon fawkes. don't say fawkes though, because it's really unecessary." for now, he'd be able to curb his questions about ye olde bloodclan, but probably not for long given that ashbringer, with all her flaws and scars, seemed like she'd have heaps of stories.

"now first of all, why would i not have beetles," deacon explained in such a way that he was mocking his sister. "they're all over the place, and like hypo says," he shoots an impish glance at hypokrisis here. "they're fucking beautiful and strong goddesses n' you need to appreciate them." the hybrid child would say, a satisfied smirk on his face. he was rather lucky that his mother wasn't too terribly helicopter- though he'd never really be able to get that far into trouble since she miraculously managed to be, well, everywhere. all the time.

deacon's attention would travel over to his mother, winking back because of course he did, having gotten all of his mother's glowing, lovely personality and absolutely none of her looks. "mother," he started, sickly sweet, "of course beetles are delicious. i was saving these ones for later." he finished with long, exaggerated 'mmm' before falling apart into a giggle. of course he was gross, (though he'd never be gross or gullible enough to eat a beetle) he was still a little boy, if not so little. it was basically his only job to be gross. they seemed to be gaining an audience. some big shit threatening them for some unknown reason, for example. whatever. ten feet tall? pshh. deacon could be twice that size, someday. probably. if he was lucky. for now he'd ignore the ghoulish hound, favoring lolita again, as she was speaking to him.

or rather mocking him.

he batted at her paw and turned his head away, choosing not to eat one of the spindly black insects today. having them stuck to him like he was some sort of nonchalant adventurer was an aesthetic that didn't include eating bugs. "nice try, tiny." he sneered at his sister, his self-satisfied grin stretching across his face.

"bloodthirsty," deacon commented off-handedly, as he was wont to do, walking by disturbia's torture session. "you gotta get the bigger ones. more blood, more gore." he added as cynical a laugh as he could possibly produce. he was big enough that perhaps he could convince disturbia he was a bloodthirsty basic bitch bloodclanner. "you'll get there." he'd end with a smirk.

deacon loped up next to his mom, curious about, of all things to be on the territory, a crocodile. swimming in the blood river. it was disgusting, even to the little boy. "that's blood, ugh." he said quietly. sure, yeah, he was pretty messy sometimes but he'd never dipped even a pawinto the blood river. weren't there diseases?

/i feel so old i remember you lmao

deacon loped up with a grin. he'd heard about the eclipse during his daily slinking-around patrol and was fairly interested. "eclipse?" he asked, seating himself a fair distance away from the two. with all the turmoil within the clan going down, an eclipse was a good way to just... chill. god knows he was just trying to. worrying about clan politics had become a full time job and though he knew his mother was a real strong gal and an even stronger leader recent events were a little too much.

"i'm not wearing any goddamn sunglasses. i'm stronger than the sun." he said, completely deadpan and feigning seriousness.

wow. his mom was real badass. deacon was totally at the meeting on time and totally didn't have low muse.

deacon was prone to just sometimes wandering off too. it's just that he could hear. he was drawn to the small crowd by barbara's frantic sounding screams for clark. he'd never show it, but he was quite worried. he didn't like to see his mother truly angry, at least not like this. "mom?" he said, in a softer voice than he typically spoke in. deacon wasn't quite sure if he'd be the next to be lashed out at like jamie. "is there anything i can do?" the kid would ask tentatively, pawing at the sand.

deacon would pad in, still relatively uneffective, seeing as he was still but a child.