[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 345px][justify][size=7pt][font=georgia]Morrissey had been lurking around the borders when he heard that wretched voice he'd heard many times as a kid. It had more of the English, British sound to it than his, and was certainly a bit on the louder side but wasn't obnoxious or anything. Maybe it wasn't that bad, as that voice belonged to his only and older sister and you couldn't necessarily hate a sibling, but she did contribute to the reasons why he wasn't dwelling back where he was at as a youth. She made him a traveller and wanderer, to say the least.
"Steven? Oh, it's you, Steven Patrick!" The tom literally cringed and lost his balance just hearing her call him by his first name that he'd dropped ages ago because he found it absolutely terrible. Finally, he'd raise his head to face his sibling. She looked somewhat like him - she was a bit bigger and not thin and lanky like him, simply a more plump femme instead however she was still very beautiful, nor did she have the hair or glasses. But, her pelt had the same ebony shade as his and the same cheeks and face structure. You could tell they were somehow related, one way or another.
"I go by Morrissey now, as I've told you before, dearest Jacqueline." he reminded in a murmur. It was their last name, but she still found it odd how he wanted to go by the family name. But she respected his wishes when she could remember them. "Yes! Uhm, right, Mozza." Damn, he was cringing again at the nickname she'd used many times before, too.
At her side though was another figure, though, and they were enough to brighten him up a bit. It was one of his nephews, whom he hadn't seen since he left home and he was still a very small, young boy. Just like Morrissey, his nephew - named merely Sam - had that lean frame and facial structure, and anatomy wise, resembled his uncle perfectly. All that was different was the pelt, a dark brown with the markings of a tabby. "Mm, how have you been, Sam?" he asked, quirking a brow.
The BlizzardClanner had always loved his nephew greatly, as he was like him at that age. Clumsy and shy, misunderstood and just upset at the world in general. They had a special bond, really. His sister Jacqueline was quite different though - she was chatty, prying, forgetful, and too nice for Moz to enjoy her company for long amounts of time. Which was honestly a shame, seeing as she found his company all too wonderful. "I'm doing good, Uncle Morrissey. It's nice to be visiting you." Sam answered, giving a slight shuffle of his paws.
He couldn't help but wonder how exactly they were visiting him; he never told them he'd settled down in a clan. But oh well. Hopefully no other clanners would show up, as this was downright embarrassing to the tom.