BREAKING YOUR PRIDE // open, joining

[MORAG TONG.]

Patrols were not something that often needed to be done throughout the tribe's territory. That wasn't to say they were never done – occasional border patrols were a necessity for any group, after all – but rarely did the tribe ever have to worry about intruders. There were, of course, exceptions to this rather sparse patrol schedule. One of those exceptions was none other than Morag Tong himself. While he knew it wasn't necessary for him to prowl along the border each day, he still found himself doing it at least once, just in case. Maybe he was just paranoid, or maybe it was because he had been taught to do it since birth within his old home. Either way, it was lucky that he had made patrolling a habit of his, or else it might've been a while before anyone stumbled upon Gordon.

When Morag Tong did come across Gordon's small form at the edge of the jungle, he couldn't say he was particularly intimidated, or worried about her being a threat. The size difference between them was massive, especially considering she was a munchkin mix. Still, he couldn't deny that he was surprised, not used to finding strangers on the border all that often. He paused momentarily, looking the other rather brightly colored feline over, before he questioned, "Oh... hello. You're on the territory of the Tribe of the Molten Spirits, just so you know. Or, well, you're on our border. Do you have a name?" He'd ask her business as well, but he figured that would come naturally along with her name. That was the case with most new people that showed up, anyways – however few in numbers those newbies were, at the moment.