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+2 points for the Gang, +9? points for Atlas.

This RP hasn't been completed, but I felt inspired to draw something from it. It's a good one xD
I tried at backgrounds again, but I'm worried I lost my touch... Also, Atlas looks dopey LOL

..."Impressive scar." She said after a moment, her voice slightly toned with admiration. She glanced at him, showing the scars on the left side of her face.

The two proceeded side by side, down towards the ocean. Then she spoke again, and Atlas flinched imperceptively. He forced himself to relax, it clearly wasn't a jape, and he didn't want to seem so weak. "Erm, thank you?" He passed a sideways glance at her, eyeing her scars. "Do you mind if I ask how you got yours?"

Reeve flicked her tail, slightly amused by Atlas' instant defensive reaction. "Scars are a sign of loyalty. Proof that you've fought and won for the Gang." She murmured, turning her head away. "So you're welcome." She added, taking in a deep breath. Her eyes flashed at his question, her ears slicking back in the wind. "My mother gave them to me when I mourned my father." She said simply, her eyes not showing anything. No anger, no pain or hatred or guilt.

Atlas's scars weren't. Atlas's belonged to a time when he ran, when he cowered and cried and almost died. But her words seemed somehow sharper than all that, and suddenly he felt cowed by the lower-ranking feline. "I'm sorry to hear that. Yours are a sign of your strength, and you seem to wear them proudly."

Reeve stared straight ahead, listening attently to Atlas' words. "Don't be sorry. She was right to chide me." She replied, hopping lightly over a peice of driftwood. She rolled her paw again, shifting her bangle to rest more comfortably on her fur. "I do..." She agreed, her voice softer. She flicked her tail, looking at him for a long moment, then nodding. "I like your scar. It makes you...fiercer." She decided, ducking her head slightly as a harder blast of wind buffeted the two cats.

The gorgeous Reeve is (c) ClosetMentalPaitent

Description

+2 points for the Gang, +9? points for Atlas.

This RP hasn't been completed, but I felt inspired to draw something from it. It's a good one xD
I tried at backgrounds again, but I'm worried I lost my touch... Also, Atlas looks dopey LOL

..."Impressive scar." She said after a moment, her voice slightly toned with admiration. She glanced at him, showing the scars on the left side of her face.

The two proceeded side by side, down towards the ocean. Then she spoke again, and Atlas flinched imperceptively. He forced himself to relax, it clearly wasn't a jape, and he didn't want to seem so weak. "Erm, thank you?" He passed a sideways glance at her, eyeing her scars. "Do you mind if I ask how you got yours?"

Reeve flicked her tail, slightly amused by Atlas' instant defensive reaction. "Scars are a sign of loyalty. Proof that you've fought and won for the Gang." She murmured, turning her head away. "So you're welcome." She added, taking in a deep breath. Her eyes flashed at his question, her ears slicking back in the wind. "My mother gave them to me when I mourned my father." She said simply, her eyes not showing anything. No anger, no pain or hatred or guilt.

Atlas's scars weren't. Atlas's belonged to a time when he ran, when he cowered and cried and almost died. But her words seemed somehow sharper than all that, and suddenly he felt cowed by the lower-ranking feline. "I'm sorry to hear that. Yours are a sign of your strength, and you seem to wear them proudly."

Reeve stared straight ahead, listening attently to Atlas' words. "Don't be sorry. She was right to chide me." She replied, hopping lightly over a peice of driftwood. She rolled her paw again, shifting her bangle to rest more comfortably on her fur. "I do..." She agreed, her voice softer. She flicked her tail, looking at him for a long moment, then nodding. "I like your scar. It makes you...fiercer." She decided, ducking her head slightly as a harder blast of wind buffeted the two cats.

The gorgeous Reeve is (c) ClosetMentalPaitent