Hushsound knew very little of the groups that resided in this world, apart from obviously knowing about the place that he currently resided. He had heard brief whispers about the other groups, Tanglewood and Elysium, but by far the one he had heard the most about was The Pitt, and none of what he had heard had been good. Immediately the young feline had taken to seeing the Pitt as "the evil" that he was meant to defeat, with the help of the new friends he would make in The Typhoon. After all, he had nothing about the Pitt other than that they were slavers who had killed and injured others for fun, along with constantly causing trouble for the Typhoon. That had to mean that they were evil. So if Kamara looked for any support in her stance from him, she would probably find none. After all, he was still fairly young and impressionable, wanting to one day be a hero, so he couldn't sympathize with those who had tried to maim or murder his new clanmates.

Moving up beside Goldie, the leader of the group that he already found himself looking up to, the small mute feline offered Kamara nothing but a smile as he sat down. He winced a bit when he heard his sword clang a little against the ground, and he quickly put his paws on it to silence the noise before turning back to Kamara. She was one of those big cats, like Goldie but smaller – still much larger than him, though. He still felt a little disappointed that thus far he had run into so many others who were far larger than him, and would probably be very difficult for him to take down, but he didn't complain too much outwardly. After all, all it meant was that he needed to become stronger and more skilled in order to possibly defeat them, something a hero already should've been doing. All of this inside his head, he met Kamara's eyes and grinned a bit sheepishly, not carving any words into the ground yet, until she answered Goldie's questioning.