Curious • Sensitive • Stubborn

Exhaustion was seeping into the young white-void by now, her anger and her sadness wearing her down until there was little left. She was tired. As Horror leapt onto Nix, Percy carefully slipped away, backing up to take in the sight of her siblings. It was likely the last time they would all be in one place at the same time for... A long time. It hurt. She backed up- then backed up further, until she found herself walking away from them. She was going to have to say goodbye, and she wasn't ready for that. Almost unseeing amber eyes slowly trailed among gathered cats, most having a far better time than her and her siblings were- though she supposed that was normal. Her family had always been left to themselves, without the tribe to back them up as she supposed they should have had. Distantly, she wondered what they had all done to deserve such a thing. Though, she supposed, it mattered little now. Shadow would never have to deal with their kind again. A familiar shape caught her gaze, and Percy stopped, her paw landing hard against the ground as she recognized him; Basalt. For a moment, all of her muscles tensed, her claws extending to tear at the ground. Perhaps the worst of shadow to her family. Without a pause, Percy marched forwards, eyes blazing. "Basalt!" She called to him, her voice cutting through the air, a sharp tone that came from deep within her. Marching forwards, she stopped before him, her ears flattened back, but lifting her muzzle. Looking him in the eye. "Or whatever name Scath gave to ya. I got somethin' to say to ya, and I know ya love ta ignore me, but for once I want ya to listen." "Ya better train hard. Better learn ta be whatever it is that makes shadow tribe strong. My siblin's and I clearly ain't meant for that. I expect ya to overcome anythin' this shitty world throws at ya because clearly e'ryone thinks ya can but me." Her claws slowly sheathed, and her tail lashed slightly as she grinned at him. "If ya prove me wrong, maybe I won' think yer such a bitch anymore. Maybe I'm right. But next time I see ya ya best have some tales'a bein strong, not cause ya blood or whatever say ya are, but because ya proved yerself. It'd be a damn shame if ya let Scath down by bein afraid of tha world." Percy fluffed up, not unlike the way the white-shadow carried himself. "If ya think that yer birth and yer tribe is so much better than all'a the others, ya best be ready to prove that in the world. Best ta be ready to fight n lose but fight n win too. Tha world is a damn harsh place and ya ain't had to deal with that yet. I hope to tha bastards in charge'a fate ya learn more kindly than we did." With that, she held his gaze for a long moment, before rolling her eyes and slumping. "And best'a luck or whatever. Work on not bein a bastard while we're gone, ya hear? If I find out yer a dick to kittens now that yer all big n trainin I ain't gonna be impressed, and then I'm gonna have ta pull yer fur out." With that, Percy turned, flicking her tail. "And ya better be good to Py."