it's the singing // joining

[size=9pt]"Where'd you come from, Charlotte?" Moon slips out from the surrounding undergrowth, tall beige grass opening to reveal his gaudy, scarred body. He looks the leopard over carefully, perhaps a bit wary, and with some amount of effort carves an expression onto his face that just barely passes as welcoming. They've been having problems lately. A lot. Moon wasn't so quick to invite complete strangers into the clan, anymore-- there were far too many reasons to be careful. "It's still allowed. Just gotta' do a small background check." A forced bend of the lips, creasing exhausted eyes. "You know how things are."