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Rikko, having recently joined a gang, wandered through kitter keep. After leaving those bastard parents and following traveling kitters back to this village, they had been doing nothing other than exploring and stealing. Or as they would call it, providing. I wonder how it's going to be now. Rikko had nothing but a gang to watch their back and a spoiled terrapup to care for. They were in a strange town with strange four-legged kitters and no belongings. How interesting.
At a vendor somewhere along the way Rikko played the merchant and stole two items of cloth.
One worked nice as a bandanna for Rikko. The other was a cute- but super small- vest that wouldn't match them anyways. The instead fit it on the terrapup, Kiyui, and fed them their breakfast scraps to earn forgiveness for such torture.
Rikko wandered KK some more, toiletpapering a house with Plumeria's gang, scrounging funnel cakes, bread, cheese, and sausages from vendors each day, laying off the rest of each day and practicing magic. Life was a little better in quality. Though more sunny. Unfortunately.

Soon, the grey muddie wandered into the woods, or as kitters of KK called it "The Grand Forest". it was a nice change of scenery but nothing they hadn't seen on they way there. Rikko thought about turning around into they came up a hill with two meeps on top. Immediately they slowed their slithering and quieted their breathing to warily observe the new meeps. It was still strange seeing meeps with four legs. Unnatural. One was brown and looked very worn and sleepy. The other was grey and pink with cards in her hands and devilishly red eyes.
Both immediately gave Rikko a very bad feeling. Creeps.

Touka had been feeling out of it. The yellow happy-go-luckly kitter, Cassy, and her meep Jagger had invited her to stay at their treehouse and she accepted, after getting kicked out of the meepery 2 weeks back from bringing in dead inklings.
The look on fern's face still floated around in Touka's mind as she lay staring at the ceiling each night. She normally wouldn't have accepted, especially not when it's a kitter like Cassy, but 2 weeks of eating whatever she could, including stinky kitter garbage, was too much. Now, though, Touka wondered if that had been the right choice. She was pitied and had been regarded as a touchy subject for the small family. She made them uncomfortable. They avoided Touka. Cassy would always have a library of look for Jagger and they both took turns reading the books. Touka did not feel welcome whatsoever. What did they think i would do? Touka wondered, laying on the scattered pillows Cassy managed to find for her in the living room. They smelled of dead leaves and inklings. Grunge and stray twigs speckled the scratchy cloth. Steal from them? Strangle them? Eat them? These feelings swirled around in Touka's head, brewing a storm of anger, hurt, and regret. It was too much. She didn't want to feel feelings. Especially not ones so utterly powerful.
Later that night, overwhelmed, full of hate, Touka grabbed her stash of inkling tails and left. On her way out she spotted a pair of orange arm warmers that had been tossed aside on a kitchen stool. Ha, Touka's mind went. She snatched the orange arm warmers and slipped them on. There. Did what you expected of me. Cassy's face of relief. Jagger's face of worry and relief. Anger boiled, hate frothed, overcoming Touka's apathy. Her aloof expression struggling to remain intact, Touka slipped into the dark woods. Alone, enraged, and paranoid, the brown meep didn't get any sleep the following hours as the sky lightened more and more,shade by shade. Soon the sun broke the horizon in brilliant scatterings of warmth and color. By the spectacular august sunrise Touka was utterly lost, half-asleep and wandering after an orange-and black butterfly. Her movement got slower, her gait more unsteady, her legs more sluggish with every step. Finally, Touka collapsed on her knees under a tree as her stomach grumbled loudly and her head reeled with a bad migraine. I would shove that fluttery thing in my mouth if i could, Touka thought longingly, eyeing the slow-moving creature as it danced around.

A familiar voice beside Touka as her eyelids started to drift shut made her flinch so severely, you could hear it.
"Helllooooo. It's a nice butterfly, isn't it?"
Touka turned around, eyeing the grey-blue meep with the red eyes and sly grin. She nodded slowly.
"y-yea."
Touka again eyed the butterfly dancing in the air around the trees. She couldn't remember how she got here, ever-so-admiringly staring at this butterfly.
Mel glanced at the butterfly, and then back at Touka. "And whyyy exactly are you out here in the woods?"

Touka ignored Mel, not wanting to answer that particular question for some reason.
Her gazing drifting back in front of her, Touka realized the butterfly was long gone. She frowned. Nuzzling the grass in front of her, Touka slowly collapsed onto the ground, stretching her aching muscles. Ow. Something cracked noisily. Touka's eyes started to drift shut again...

As Touka ignored her, Mel looked around to see where the butterfly had gone. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a gray meep, but it didn't have any legs. Odd. I wonder how they get around? The gray meep's eyes were on Mel's sleeping friend. Mel started to examine the meep, who had a pink terrapup hiding behind them, but felt like they had noticed her staring. Hastily she whipped back around, pretending she hadn't seen.
I wonder what's wrong with her...? Mel thought, as Touka fell into a deep sleep on the soft dew-covered grass.

Touka:
+ Stub tail

Rikko:
+Acessory
+Freckles

Mel belongs to
Part of the story credit goes to chilly, as it's a rewritten RP

15/268

Description
Rikko, having recently joined a gang, wandered through kitter keep. After leaving those bastard parents and following traveling kitters back to this village, they had been doing nothing other than exploring and stealing. Or as they would call it, providing. I wonder how it's going to be now. Rikko had nothing but a gang to watch their back and a spoiled terrapup to care for. They were in a strange town with strange four-legged kitters and no belongings. How interesting.
At a vendor somewhere along the way Rikko played the merchant and stole two items of cloth.
One worked nice as a bandanna for Rikko. The other was a cute- but super small- vest that wouldn't match them anyways. The instead fit it on the terrapup, Kiyui, and fed them their breakfast scraps to earn forgiveness for such torture.
Rikko wandered KK some more, toiletpapering a house with Plumeria's gang, scrounging funnel cakes, bread, cheese, and sausages from vendors each day, laying off the rest of each day and practicing magic. Life was a little better in quality. Though more sunny. Unfortunately.

Soon, the grey muddie wandered into the woods, or as kitters of KK called it "The Grand Forest". it was a nice change of scenery but nothing they hadn't seen on they way there. Rikko thought about turning around into they came up a hill with two meeps on top. Immediately they slowed their slithering and quieted their breathing to warily observe the new meeps. It was still strange seeing meeps with four legs. Unnatural. One was brown and looked very worn and sleepy. The other was grey and pink with cards in her hands and devilishly red eyes.
Both immediately gave Rikko a very bad feeling. Creeps.

Touka had been feeling out of it. The yellow happy-go-luckly kitter, Cassy, and her meep Jagger had invited her to stay at their treehouse and she accepted, after getting kicked out of the meepery 2 weeks back from bringing in dead inklings.
The look on fern's face still floated around in Touka's mind as she lay staring at the ceiling each night. She normally wouldn't have accepted, especially not when it's a kitter like Cassy, but 2 weeks of eating whatever she could, including stinky kitter garbage, was too much. Now, though, Touka wondered if that had been the right choice. She was pitied and had been regarded as a touchy subject for the small family. She made them uncomfortable. They avoided Touka. Cassy would always have a library of look for Jagger and they both took turns reading the books. Touka did not feel welcome whatsoever. What did they think i would do? Touka wondered, laying on the scattered pillows Cassy managed to find for her in the living room. They smelled of dead leaves and inklings. Grunge and stray twigs speckled the scratchy cloth. Steal from them? Strangle them? Eat them? These feelings swirled around in Touka's head, brewing a storm of anger, hurt, and regret. It was too much. She didn't want to feel feelings. Especially not ones so utterly powerful.
Later that night, overwhelmed, full of hate, Touka grabbed her stash of inkling tails and left. On her way out she spotted a pair of orange arm warmers that had been tossed aside on a kitchen stool. Ha, Touka's mind went. She snatched the orange arm warmers and slipped them on. There. Did what you expected of me. Cassy's face of relief. Jagger's face of worry and relief. Anger boiled, hate frothed, overcoming Touka's apathy. Her aloof expression struggling to remain intact, Touka slipped into the dark woods. Alone, enraged, and paranoid, the brown meep didn't get any sleep the following hours as the sky lightened more and more,shade by shade. Soon the sun broke the horizon in brilliant scatterings of warmth and color. By the spectacular august sunrise Touka was utterly lost, half-asleep and wandering after an orange-and black butterfly. Her movement got slower, her gait more unsteady, her legs more sluggish with every step. Finally, Touka collapsed on her knees under a tree as her stomach grumbled loudly and her head reeled with a bad migraine. I would shove that fluttery thing in my mouth if i could, Touka thought longingly, eyeing the slow-moving creature as it danced around.

A familiar voice beside Touka as her eyelids started to drift shut made her flinch so severely, you could hear it.
"Helllooooo. It's a nice butterfly, isn't it?"
Touka turned around, eyeing the grey-blue meep with the red eyes and sly grin. She nodded slowly.
"y-yea."
Touka again eyed the butterfly dancing in the air around the trees. She couldn't remember how she got here, ever-so-admiringly staring at this butterfly.
Mel glanced at the butterfly, and then back at Touka. "And whyyy exactly are you out here in the woods?"

Touka ignored Mel, not wanting to answer that particular question for some reason.
Her gazing drifting back in front of her, Touka realized the butterfly was long gone. She frowned. Nuzzling the grass in front of her, Touka slowly collapsed onto the ground, stretching her aching muscles. Ow. Something cracked noisily. Touka's eyes started to drift shut again...

As Touka ignored her, Mel looked around to see where the butterfly had gone. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a gray meep, but it didn't have any legs. Odd. I wonder how they get around? The gray meep's eyes were on Mel's sleeping friend. Mel started to examine the meep, who had a pink terrapup hiding behind them, but felt like they had noticed her staring. Hastily she whipped back around, pretending she hadn't seen.
I wonder what's wrong with her...? Mel thought, as Touka fell into a deep sleep on the soft dew-covered grass.

Touka:
+ Stub tail

Rikko:
+Acessory
+Freckles

Mel belongs to
Part of the story credit goes to chilly, as it's a rewritten RP

15/268