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“The Swamp wants us here. We are guided by the MotherFather.” Carries the Night answered smoothly. That was the only answer the doe needed. Dreams had led her, and the dreams came from the MotherFather. The true reason would eventually be revealed, or perhaps it wouldn’t; either way, only time would tell and she looked forward to it. She anticipated something grand, something amazing. She could almost smell it in the air.

Hero, usually somewhat proper - if he remembers, made sure to make sure his muzzle was clear of any blood before turning back to Peregrine before answering. "I was just trying to survive. The swamps are colder than ever. Word got around that this was the place to go to try and keep as warm as possible so I made the trek here. The day-walkers were too... well, they did not know what was going on or why, so I have been staying awake at night now. Just trying to find answers. I have never heard of the swamp being so cold before."

"And the name is Hero - it is a pleasure to meet you, Peregrine." He gave a cordial nod of greeting.

"That is fine. It is cold," she mused, "even for the likes of us. His dreams must be of ice alone."

((Lights in the Night Sky aka Skylights))((Creepy Cute Fuzzball aka Creepy))

Creepy didn't make any noises at the buck, but he/she did toddle around trying to get away. Even nipping at Bud's ankle, not that she/he could get through the Kimeti's fur. Just as Creepy moves behind Skylight's far side to escape Bud, the buck walks off to follow his mother's request.

Skylights nods and pushes in closer to the gathered herd, tapping Creepy with her tail to get the fuzzball to follow. "I'm Skylights and it got so cold I figured finding others would be the best way to live." Skylights chattering slows, making talking easier. Still she gives her nickname, the cold draining her so much she doesn't want to waste the energy required to give her full name.

"The other doe.. she's blind?" Skylights hasn't met a blind Kin before, but her eyes didn't look normal. "Was she born that way or did something happen?"

Peregrine nodded, calmly and cynically stating, "everything with a grain of salt, Hero." It was a shame, Peregrine, along with Triage had trekked from the lower region of the swamp, seeking the supposed warmth, only to find snow piled high from the place beneath his feet until seemingly beyond the horizon. A breeze whipped across the swamp, carrying with it a flurry of snow, Peregrine turned his face, to bear the brunt of the chill, a cold, eerie feeling crept along his spine. "Tell me Hero, what is your profession? What is your craft?"

[ooc: sorry short, my writing has been blocked, oTL]

Kin-to-Cats found herself among a gathering of Kin with some surprise. Had she been more attentive, she would have noticed the footprints, smells, and noise, but as it was, she'd been... preoccupied. Cats had met a fellow traveler (an acquaintance of an acquaintance as it turned out), and did all she could to keep pace with him. It would have been rude to abandon the young Kimeti so far from the center of the Swamp, especially in such weather.
All the same, Cats was at teetering at the very edge of her limits. The Ache beat her bones and gnawed at the back of her consciousness with such ferocity, that she could almost taste the pain. Her eyes were bleary from savage and frightful dreams that made her loath to lie down, tired as she was. And to top it all off, she was very, very hungry. Her cats had been left with her friends (one of which was very ill) to help them hunt. She'd thought she could go it alone only to find that she was sorely out of practice when it came to hunting solo.
A nudge and a concerned look from her companion brought her back to the here-and-now.

Be Not Afraid looked carefully at the Kiokote, and saw muscles spasm beneath her skin. "Are you sick?" he asked in a low voice. He was no expert regarding other Kin, but she didn't seem that much older than he; certainly not old enough to be called an elder. Yet, it seemed to him that her very body was buckling beneath some psychic weight that he had never before encountered.
"Yes," Cats said with a dry laugh, "but not in any way you're thinking. Don't worry about it."
Not for the first time, he wondered what, exactly, brought her here. When he'd asked, she'd told him she 'ached' or something. He didn't quite understand... But then she'd mentioned the dreams. Fearless knew about the dreams; he'd had them, too, though he'd been uncertain, for awhile, as to whether or not he should follow them. Then his caiman friend, Safe, had gone to sleep beneath the mud, and settled that question for him. He was on his own until winter's end. He'd ought to make the best of it.

He followed her lead and settled where she did. "Yes," a dreamy smile ghosted his face. Already some of the ice seemed to melt from his veins, but whether it was from the warmth of numbers, or the gentle flame she seemed to carry, he knew not.

Amorpheous

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