heavy scarred paws beat down onto the earth below as the young lion strode forwards at a steady but sedate pace - for a juvenile lion, he looked like he'd been through some wars and in truth he had.

He still remembered Sekhmet, the shadow leader had blinded and mauled one side of his face in her and her clans war against their smaller insular clan - a pack of bullies picking on an easy smaller target and thinking themselves such big shots - he frowned at the thought, a bitter twist of his lips at the memory, it was one of the reasons why he had left the clan leadership in other hands - been shoved into leadership while he was still a cub was an insane move and characteristic of their desperate times and he had done what he could - and left it in more capable hands whilst he went searching for some solace.

Many of his once clanmates had often remarked that he was an old soul in a young body, he tended to agree with them - he certainly felt more than his year and few months would say, though the scars and stress made him look slightly older.

John sighed - as far as he was aware, he might be the only of his family line still among the living, he hadn't run into any of the others in so long he might as well be even with his long wondering.

Dark armour clicked against each other as he shifted - a new addition, but a needed one in these often conflict driven times, he didn't know these lands and the clan names were foreign to him but he was already headed in the direction of the ascendants, who, as far as he knew, weren't engaged in any conflicts just yet - unlike the apparent conflict between Tanglewood and the typhoon.

The Barbary lion stopped just short of the border, the golden crowned fur fading into the brown-black of his mane shifting in the slight breeze as a single bright blue eye glanced around - well no need to stand on ceremony "John skywalker, here to join"

it had been sometime since he'd addressed anyone with a clan name, though he'd met a few but they had not stuck around in the before times - if anything it was a slight comfort to know some similarities seemed to persist no matter the change in area.

He dipped his head to her politely, ever the stoic one "a pleasure to meet you" the smooth baritone rumbled, not fully grown that he was, his voice had certainly come in - his lone blue eye turned to the next figure to come upon them and he nodded to 'Bast' "my thanks for the welcome, I'll find my own way around if that is acceptable" he liked to get the lay of the land himself, an ingrained instinct to know each advantage and disadvantage gained after the decimation of an old territory on the underprepared and surprised small clan he had once belonged to and was born in.

Idly he wondered if they still persisted or if they'd so dwindled to nothing but a memory - but he shook the thoughts away with a polite nod to the two.

/rushed ;-;