MOVE ALONG // o; joining

[PINCHER]

Pincher always had a fondness for the beauty of the jungle. It was something that could not be found in all the other clans especially with the wide diversity of species that came from it. He knew it was similar to that of the Amazon or whatever he had read in a map book, a massive part of the world that was filled with all kinds of life. But to be fairly honest, Pincher was always fond of the sea and the expansiveness of it. He had become comfortable with how it moved and changed currents, the ship that was now anchored the one he had been on plenty adventures on. Part of him desired to go back to being a nomad group, the ones that bounced place to place but Pincher knew that the Typhoon belonged on the volcanic island especially with how fortified and secure it was. The craving of seeing the world was now left dormant in the back of the canine's head, his mind focused solely on having the crew become whatever they wish to be.

He was currently busying himself in cleaning out a treehouse, a chore he did to make sure there was enough room for joiners to have. He knew they could always live in the ship as well as the beach huts but he knew that some crewmates held a fondness for being up high and he could understand that. The dark male was pushing some furniture into place when he heard the commotion from below, his piercing icy blue eyes flickering up from his work. He could distinctly make out the voices and so he rose, deciding to see what was happening outside. He headed down the woven tree stairs, his footsteps softly thumping against the wooden plank boards until he reached the bottom, the soft earth pressing against his feet. A few feet away was his crew, surrounding an oddly colored tiger. Pincher was used to seeing tigers with the brilliant flash of orange but this one held a color that one could find in ash yet he rather liked it since it definitely stuck out from the greenery that surrounded them. He went to follow Cronas, glancing down at the small child as they explained in the formal form of speaking. It caused a faint twitch of a smile to trace his jaws yet he decided to focus on what was happening though he let a small growl of warning rumble in his throat to warn Caesar that he should take it down a notch. "As everyone says, you're in our territory, kid. So if you've got a good reason, better say it now." He commented lightly as he went to a sitting position, his large velvety ears turned towards the wildcat cub.

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