my energy and attitude don't really coincide \\ joining

With his mother dying before his eyes and adrenaline running through his system, Atticus was impulsive. He needed to escape. Facing reality was too much. Hearing his father sobbing and his siblings crying out for their mother caused his stomach to turn. The sight of the body etched into his mind. Practically every minute of the day, the moment of the house crashing on his mother replayed in his head. There wasn't a moment lately where he wasn't felt sick. The kitten had cried for hours after the shock had passed. Feeling guilty and damned to be blamed, he ran. Had things went different, he wouldn't of left Tanglewood. With time, he may return. For now though, he needed to clear his head.

So he went to the only place he knew. A group without anyone involved. Somewhere where his only friend resided and could cry without judgement. The Pitt.

Despite their two groups being mortal enemies, Atticus liked to think otherwise. His ignorance told him they could be different. After all, she was here. Sweeney. Their first approach was pleasant, despite the occasional name calling. The next two were even better. They talked freely, allowing borders to fade between them. It seemed as if they were not enemies, but merely rebellious allies. Her presence felt... right.

Eventually, the kitten reached the very familiar desert of The Pitt. Atticus passed the border, continuing to walk. He was heaving, ready to collapse onto the floor. The fur on his cheeks was matted was dried tears and his pelt was unkempt. Weary eyes looked around, looking for anyone. It was clear he was in distress. For once, he didn't even call out to Sweeney. He just waited... and waited... and waited till someone came.