[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; width: 450px][justify]Ever since the day he was born, Sachi had been a girlish boy. His body structure was feminine...hell, even his name was traditionally used for women. He hadn't any issues with this, however. He had a striking resemblance to his mother, for he so dearly missed. At the very least he could remember her in himself.
Sachi had never been a part of a clan or group before, but he thought that if he wanted to survive he'd have to be with other people. He had heard that there were kind clans, and then there were those that more resembled gangs of thugs itching for a fight. Luckily, the group which he'd lived not too far from had a pleasant reputation. He felt rather bad, for he thought that it was almost like he was betraying his mother. But even without his bloodthirsty father around anymore, there plenty more people out there in the shadows that were just as awful as his dad.
So, the golden Australian Shepherd placed his soft, pink paws onto WindClan's border. He looked up at the grey, cloudy sky and exhaled a deep breathe. He was nervous, definitely. "U-um...hello?" Sachi called out in an uncertain tone.
