rumble in brighton — "visitor"

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;"]Here he was at the border of the Typhoon yet again. This time, however, he wasn't a lost lil' kitty poking his nose where it didn't belong. He wasn't trying to explore and meet animals from other clans. Curiosity wasn't going to kill the cat this time, but perhaps his stubbornness would.

Clearly fuming and bristling with rage, the tuxedo tom marched down the railroad tracks that led towards the border of the Typhoon. As the clan's scent filled his nostrils, he came to a halt. As much as he was itching to barge forward and go look for his little brother himself, he didn't want to get ambushed. He wanted to just ask for his release in a levelheaded manner... sort of. Probably not, knowing him. "Ey, can I get some service ova' here? I ain't got all day." Jerseyboy called, tail whipping back and forth behind him impatiently.