Heir to a Throne of Nothing || Open

[align=center][div style=" background-color: transparent; border: 0px solid black; width: 530px; min-height: 9px; font-family:; line-height: 110%; text-align: justify; padding: 20px"]A smile rested on her maw at Sonia's words. It was nice to know she was willing to join, and more than that, she was willing to devote herself to the betterment of this Clan. It made her hopeful, which was an emotion that was hard to come by nowadays.

She nodded at Margaery's words of welcome. "Yeah, Sonia. It's good to have you. And if you ever have any questions, don't be afraid to ask 'em. We're all here to help each other out," she explained. Her eyes lingered on her wife for a few heartbeats before moving to Bastillepaw.

She was glad he thought her words correct. Sonia's friends had to be somewhere around here. The world wasn't that big, in reality. It was quite small and contained many wonders. If it were as big as everyone made it out to be, she would've never been reunited with her family. "Might as well head back to camp, huh?" Dark eyes shifted from Bast to Sonia. [color=#73B1B7][b]"If you want to go looking immediately, I'd suggest the Typhoon. They're allies of ours, so you'd not be chased away at the border. I'd be happy to escort you there, if ya'd like."