The red tabby tom's ears pricked as he padded to the border, his golden gaze focused and calm as he paused. Briefly, he scanned through his most recent memories, wincing slightly at one and hastily pushing it away, before nodding once. He had planned everything out. There was very little chance of something going wrong. But of course, it always paid to be careful. He was a very cautious cat by nature, and spend days planning out even something as simple as joining a Clan, always wary of the mistakes that could be made.
Satisfied that he had planned his joining as best as he could given his limited knowledge, the tom sat down, wrapped his tail around his paws and waited for a DarkClanner to arrive.