I LOST MY LEG | o, joining

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The sight of a figure in the distance caused him to straighten his neck, as if being approached by some sort of formal figure or leader. Several blinks later and it became clear that his emerald eyes were acting studious, watching the feline's movements for any signs of aggression or weakness. A slight limp sent his gaze downwards momentarily, but upon realising that the fellow feline was of the opposite gender, he ceased watching her as keenly, not wanting his caution and curiosity to be mistaken for anything more. Ease could come from a loyalist in his bed and backpocket, but with no knowledge of the creatures that inhabited his lands, he didn't want to stretch his resources and attach to somebody who may not have been worth the time. A smirk appeared on a white tipped maw, though it was an expression that carried no malice, for there was nothing inherently vexing about the snowshoe that approached him so smoothly.

A telepathic voice caused his ears to flick, holding back a curse or two from surprise as someone was so easily able to enter his head. He'd have to be so, so careful of that. If thoughts seeped out into the open world, and emotions chose to flood the environment, then O'Riley would have some explaining to do. Smirk growing static as he tried not to let his concern show, the tuxedo tom would continue. "No malicious intent from me ma'am, I just wanna be a pirate,". Believing that 15 months was young enough to make such aspirations seem cute, O'Riley would dip his cranium in a mock bow, invisible eyebrows flashing as she asked him of his journey and intentions. So many things could be said, so many half-truths and jaded comments about passion and loyalty and whatever other drivel joiners spouted. Truthfully? He didn't know what made him chose this place over others.

Was it the trees? The liberties? A random gesture? Only the male knew for sure, and he wasn't so keen on sharing all of the gossip with a stranger, no matter how laidback she seemed. One moment they were your friend, the next, there was a knife digging into your kidneys and a chaotic laugh ringing in your ears. O'Riley didn't want to take the chance, at least not until he had settled down. "I'm not an animal with powers. I can't fly, I can't transform, I'm just a regular old cat. I figured out that certain things float on water, so I decided to go on a journey away from my boring life as a loner to fight for a cause. I like the Typhoon's, so I figured you guys were the best ones to reach,". Saying so much without saying nothing, after a brief moment of silence he let out a quiet chuckle. "I'm sorry it's nothing special, but I didn't want to lie to you. Don't suppose you can tell me a bit more about the group, can you?". Feeling more comfortable with the dialogue moving away from himself, O'Riley would await an answer patiently.