PELE
I AM A COSMIC CHILD

There was no use in being cooped up in Roe's house for the whole of her stay, even if he did catch some good fish to fry. Though she did prefer crustaceans. So it was with that in mind she pulled a paper out of her bag, Elio coming out with a quill, pushing a bottle out as well.

He began scrawling out what applied to his taller friend, it was much easier for him to do so. She looked over at the paper and checked his answers, making sure that he had everything down. He'd almost written extrovert, reminiscent of her old self.

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The little feline has already heard about Quantum's idea, but his ears still prick at her call.  It's a good plan, forcing all of them to get to know one another.  Sunhaven is relatively new yet, thus so are most of its members.  And there have been so many new joining that Jericho's starting to feel overwhelmed (in the best way possible, of course).  Even the tiny Helion wants to get to know his clanmates better.  He hobbles from his bookstore home at the call, padding lopsidedly across the warm wooden panels and into the square.  The tomcat arrives with the others, jaws parted lightly to attempt to identify the scents of those nearby as he seats himself to listen to the tigress's instructions.  When she finishes he lingers for a moment, unsure, waiting as the others move about.  It's after a few heartbeats of pause that he rises and limps toward the basket.

With twitching whiskers he slowly feels around for the paper and pen, gingerly picking both up between his teeth and carefully carried them in his jaws back with him when he takes his seat.  Jericho pauses for a moment, hesitant.  His extended senses allow him to read, but only in small amounts and writing is a completely different battle.  He doesn't want to ask for help, though — even if it's difficult he thinks he can do it, but he also doesn't want to ask for help.  As Helion, the ginger tabby feels like he shouldn't.  He's never been afraid to show weakness before, yet with such menial tasks as this and his being leader of everyone here... he wants to do it on his own.  A white paw is place gently on the paper, and all of his attention is focused towards contact the space on the sheet.  Slowly but surely he writes, the letters scraggly and only borderline readable, his other paw moving before to feel the grooves on the sheet with each letter.  He gnaws on his lower lip in concentration as he writes, the words gradually forming.

name: Jericho
hobbies? Gardening, painting, exploring, reading?
introvert or extrovert? Introvert