08-09-2018, 06:08 PM
/welcome to sunhaven!! foxtrot already seems so cute adsgfadfsg
Jericho's footfalls are gentle upon the spongy earth, their impressions shallow in the forest's dirt as he pads along. This place is becoming more and more familiar to him — the mountain's valleys and troughs and all that lies in between. It's still so vast he fears he'll never know it all by heart, but slowly the landscape has taken shape in his mind and he finds his pawsteps more confident, less cautious. The tomcat's satchel drags slightly at his side, too big for his tiny frame, and yet he carries on nevertheless. There always seems to be something to do out here, be it greeting visitors or searching for plants. Today he is doing the latter, but the sounds of muffled words are carried towards his ears on the summer breeze and the tom pauses in his tracks. Somehow the former always finds him. Driven by both a sense of duty and faint interest, Jericho finds himself hobbling towards his clanmates. He comes to a stop somewhere amongst the three that he knows, but his focus is on the one who he does not.
Though blind, the ginger tabby sees much of himself in the stranger standing before him. Jericho himself has always been more trusting, less fearful, but they share much hesitant shyness all the same. A little smile pulls at his lips, gentle and genuinely kind. Eyes like marigold, albeit blind, flicker until they land in the general direction of the newcomer with warm curiosity. "Foxtrot... ah, it's nice to meet you," the Helion speaks up after the clouded leopardess. His tone is similarly reserved, but in a polite sort of way that is sincere yet. "I-I'm Jericho, by the way." For a heartbeat the Havener falls silent, his ears pricking and turning towards Stellamaris at her words. With a slight nod, his attention returns to the newcomer as he adds, "Ah, either way, we can show you around, i-if you'd like."
Jericho's footfalls are gentle upon the spongy earth, their impressions shallow in the forest's dirt as he pads along. This place is becoming more and more familiar to him — the mountain's valleys and troughs and all that lies in between. It's still so vast he fears he'll never know it all by heart, but slowly the landscape has taken shape in his mind and he finds his pawsteps more confident, less cautious. The tomcat's satchel drags slightly at his side, too big for his tiny frame, and yet he carries on nevertheless. There always seems to be something to do out here, be it greeting visitors or searching for plants. Today he is doing the latter, but the sounds of muffled words are carried towards his ears on the summer breeze and the tom pauses in his tracks. Somehow the former always finds him. Driven by both a sense of duty and faint interest, Jericho finds himself hobbling towards his clanmates. He comes to a stop somewhere amongst the three that he knows, but his focus is on the one who he does not.
Though blind, the ginger tabby sees much of himself in the stranger standing before him. Jericho himself has always been more trusting, less fearful, but they share much hesitant shyness all the same. A little smile pulls at his lips, gentle and genuinely kind. Eyes like marigold, albeit blind, flicker until they land in the general direction of the newcomer with warm curiosity. "Foxtrot... ah, it's nice to meet you," the Helion speaks up after the clouded leopardess. His tone is similarly reserved, but in a polite sort of way that is sincere yet. "I-I'm Jericho, by the way." For a heartbeat the Havener falls silent, his ears pricking and turning towards Stellamaris at her words. With a slight nod, his attention returns to the newcomer as he adds, "Ah, either way, we can show you around, i-if you'd like."