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Well, here he was. What was it called? ArcadianClan? The dark tabby hesitated, peering into the gathering dusk and flicking his tail. He took a step forward, hoping that the place wasn't, well, hostile. Not too much at least.
Elijah had been seeking out a clan for a week or so, and standing here, having finally found one, he felt a little anxious; would they accept him? There was only one way to find out. Flexing back his shoulders, the small, lithe feline took another step forward, his nose filled up with the scent of strange cats.
"Anyone home?"
