YOU LOVE WHEN I FALL APART | JOINING

[jericho]

Sunhaven is new for Jericho too — he's never formed a clan, heavens above, he'd never even considered it before.  Leading though he has in the past, he still doesn't think he's the leader type.  No, he knows he isn't: he stutters, he hesitates, he tries too hard to please everyone all at once.  The tabby recalls leaving the beach city for good; he recalls assuming that he'd just join the next closest group, only hoping that he'd eventually be able to feel at home again.  But then he discovered the shore, the little sea town and the greenhouse and the mountains and all of it, and he knew that this was where he belonged.  The realization that he could start something all his own here in the image of all he'd ever loved dawned and it seemed like a given.  Though he's occasionally reminded just how new to him this land and these people are, it feels oddly familiar yet.  It feels... right.

The ginger tomcat is still growing acquainted with their borders and all that lies within; and stars, is it a lot, especially for someone like himself (by which he means short, weak, blind, and missing a leg).  He's doing a mix of just that and herb-hunting for his garden when Ilijas's call reaches his ears on the summer breeze.  The prospect of joiners is an exciting one for Jericho; their group is rather new and thus also rather small, yet they've already grown so much in so little time.  It takes him a few moments to arrive, as the three-legged tom is often slow, but he arrives nevertheless and hobbles forth beside Dean, who he detects via voice.  The Helion comes to a hesitant stop, ears pricked in polite
attentiveness and amber eyes blindly staring just beyond the elk.

"Oh, o-of course!" he speaks up, his clanmate having just fallen silent prior to his approach.  Albeit aimed slightly in the wrong direction, Jericho offers Ilijas a shy and yet warm smile.  "I'm Jericho — ah, w-welcome to Sunhaven!" the feline adds, attempting to sound enthusiastic in spite of his soft-spoken nature.  He flicks an ear and kneads the dirt, appearing rather sheepish.  "Did you want... um, I m-mean, would you like a tour?  We could show you back to town, it's, uh, nearby."