YOU ARE THE LAST GOOD THING ABOUT THIS PART OF TOWN // joining

[Adalard]

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We are the warriors who built this town -

If there's something Hank that regretted somewhat doing, it's travelling through a hot desert while he still had his long winter pelt. As a cat with long fur, it's something that made the heat more unbearable than ever. Still, he had to survive, survive to go to that warbound clan that he's heard about before.

For Hank, a warbound clan was something that was sure to benefit someone like him, and maybe he'd even learn how to fight better, earn the beautiful gritty scars that he would gain through battle. He was panting as he paws sunk through the heated sound, but he soldiered on. He continued onwards to the destination, refusing to stop, knowing that if he could survive this, then eventually, he could have a drink of water. A few minutes passed, and suddenly, in the distance, did he spot the jungle. He narrowed his eyes, then burst into sprint, ignoring the heat, but focusing on the destination that could very well be his new home. Finally, he made it to the edge of the territory, and Hank used the time to take deep breathes, inhale and exhale, calm himself down after such a sprint.

Now, all he needed was to wait, to wait for any member that could possibly accept him. Hank waited eagerly, waiting for someone who could potentially be a new clanmate in this group.

[sub][W]isker[/sub]