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A meeting. Now, that was something Pierce knew and could understand. He'd only been around this clan for a short while, but nothing was super strange to him. A lot of it was pretty familiar, actually, something that was rather comforting, considering he'd just been thrown into what was practically a whole new world with his memory barely intact. He could remember faces, brief flickers of warm sets of eyes, faint whispers of soothing voices, ones he'd grown to love and rely on that were now gone. Names were a bit harder to grasp. Some, he knew, but most were gone, trying to dig them up resulting only in both head and heartache. He missed them. Whoever they were, he missed them, and he new that, but there was nothing to be done now. She had brought him here. He could only hope she would come back, and that the rest of his family would, too. Otherwise, he didn't know what he would do - the whole move here would have been useless.As Leigh's call sounded, Pierce emerged from the secluded section of caves he'd claimed as his own- and hopefully others' once they arrived, which was why the den was a bit larger than one might expect from someone who lived alone. The insides were pretty bare, but he planned on painting the walls and hanging up some of his own paintings and decorations to make it seem more like his old home. At least there was one thing he could remember clearly. Stepping forth, he made his way to the edge of the group, where he always seated himself for meetings, and observed the equine, a soft, somewhat nervous smile finding its way to his maw. This guy was pretty - he had nice hair. A mane? Was that what it was called? Pierce didn't know a lot about horses. He had yet to meet Leigh officially, but he seemed pretty... cool, he supposed. Tugging at his scarf, the dappled tom blinked slowly up at the leader. He didn't really have anything to say, so he remained quiet, wondering if any of his clanmates - tribemates? - would speak up.
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