KISS AND TELL / o, patrol

[charrie graveyard]

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[div style="text-align: justify;"]It was pretty obvious to anyone who encountered Connor that he was extremely unfamiliar with the workings of a clan. To put it simply without going into his backstory- he had never been apart of a group like The Typhoon before. In fact, he wasn't even sure if he had been apart of a team before. For most of his life, Connor had been a loner- independent and self-sufficient, used to doing things on his own, but in the week he had spent here, he had learned that most of the Typhooners worked together. This was normal behavior for pack animals, like wolves, but The Typhoon was made up of multiple species... cats, birds, reptiles, the list went on. What had spurred them to behave in this way? Do all of the animal groups in this region have this behavior in common? Soon, he would find out the answers to these questions, but only after he left this place. The tabby had just stepped out of his home when he heard Rox call for a patrol, ears perking up with interest. Padding over to the light brown feline, Connor would nod at her in greeting, the LED on his head glowing a vibrant, steady blue as he made to speak. "Hello, Roxanne. Do you mind if I join you on your... patrol?" Connor asked politely, tail flicking.

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