tranz : o, joining

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 70%; font-size: 10pt;"]It had been some time since he had last been part of a larger group. No longer did he have the friends he used to hold near to him, but he at least had the fond memories of them. While he had originally thought being on his own was the correct answer, his loneliness proved him wrong once again. Though he was rather aloof and reserved, he preferred the company of others, and enjoyed it more than being completely on his own. The past few weeks had been rough, not only on his physical fitness, but his mental and emotional. Those he had come in contact with he was too shy to approach, unless they greeted him first. Fortunately enough, he hadn't been the one to initiate those conversations, instead being the receiving end. These encounters had made him aware of the groups in the area, especially the one closest to him.

The Rosebloods.

The name itself intrigued him, thus he had a set course to seek out the group, find refuge in their midst. He wasn't entirely sure what a clan consisted of, their regulations and how the hierarchy was set, but he assumed he could catch up quickly. Sleepingpaw wasn't desperate to join a clan, but he was looking for a place to call home. His last home was long gone now, and there was nothing for him to go back to. It was pitiful, but there wasn't a thing he could do about it. With a soft sigh, the apprentice approached the border of the clan with a bored, drowsy look in his optics. It appeared that no one had arrived yet, or was at least close by. He supposed he could wait.