10-29-2020, 09:07 PM
The roar woke him up instantly, but Moth's panicked coo caused him to open his groggy eyes, looking around in confusion. Atticus groaned. Ribs clacked together as he rolled off his nest and onto his paws. Pain ached throughout his body, but there was no time to hesitate. A paw rose to wipe his blurry eyes and the world faded into view. Screaming echoed from all sides. His heart began to pound, looking towards his mother for answers. "What's going on?" he mumbled in worry.
The answers came soon though. 'Stryker.' That bastard at the border of The Pitt was here? If he knew the guy was going to takeover his former home, he would have tried to rip him a new one. "I just... I just saw him in The Pitt," the cat croaked. His paws hurriedly followed his mother outside. A wide gaze looked around as some succumbed and others tried to resist. Nonetheless, he yapped on. His tone was soft and quick, trying not to be heard. "He's tried to align with The Pitt in hopes of taking over The Typhoon, but he attacked one a Pittian previously and got denied."
A heave left him as he tried to keep up with pain repeatedly going through his chest. "We need to run, mom." He pulled up beside her in a rush. A concerned gaze attempted to lock with hers. "We can get help from The Pitt..." Gael had to agree, right? Their own was victimized in the situation, hence The Pitt morally had to get involved. At least he thought so. His paw reached out and attempted to grab at Moth's front shoulder, trying to get her to pause in her steps. "Please."
He couldn't afford losing her...
Again.
The answers came soon though. 'Stryker.' That bastard at the border of The Pitt was here? If he knew the guy was going to takeover his former home, he would have tried to rip him a new one. "I just... I just saw him in The Pitt," the cat croaked. His paws hurriedly followed his mother outside. A wide gaze looked around as some succumbed and others tried to resist. Nonetheless, he yapped on. His tone was soft and quick, trying not to be heard. "He's tried to align with The Pitt in hopes of taking over The Typhoon, but he attacked one a Pittian previously and got denied."
A heave left him as he tried to keep up with pain repeatedly going through his chest. "We need to run, mom." He pulled up beside her in a rush. A concerned gaze attempted to lock with hers. "We can get help from The Pitt..." Gael had to agree, right? Their own was victimized in the situation, hence The Pitt morally had to get involved. At least he thought so. His paw reached out and attempted to grab at Moth's front shoulder, trying to get her to pause in her steps. "Please."
He couldn't afford losing her...
Again.
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