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    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]How many groups did this make now? Four? Five? No, not even close. This must be the tenth group he'd be joining, if all went well. If he had any humour left in him the tom would probably laugh. Ten groups in five years was absolutely ridiculous; he didn't know anyone else with such a high track record for failure.


    First had been BloodClan, his birth Clan; then SkyClan; then nameless other loose rogue affiliations; next came the BHR as Latch; following that disaster was the Syndicate, the group he'd always thought he'd end his days with; rounding off the list was a tribe whose name was already fading fast in his memories.


    Oh, what a time to be alive!


    The domestic cat, finding himself at the boarder, seated himself quietly and waited. He wouldn't call out, being that his voice was a rough rasp at the best of times, and he wouldn't go any further, nervous of the idea of trespassing with his long-injured paw hurting more than ever after this journey out of the mountains.


    Theodore knew he couldn't go on much longer. He needed help - he needed a home. He needed to feel part of a community again, as he had in the faded memories of his apprenticeship in SkyClan, with friends around him.


    He hadn't had friends in a long time.

    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; text-align: justify; width: 300px; font-family: arial; font-size: 12pt;][hr]Moving from place to place wasn't a huge thing for Michael. That was a seldom thing and usually ended up in a familiar location. Mainly WindClan and ThunderClan. Other clans were dual memberships that dissolved within a week or less. Though, the archangel stayed in SolsticeClan the longest out of the other ones. It didn't matter where he lived because he would end up right back here. Sappy sounding, yes, but it was the honest truth. There would be no other place he'd rather be than here. Though, getting associated with new members would take a bit, or not at all. It depends.


    The former leader had caught a whiff of Theodore not too far away. Hm. The flame point could have sworn someone with that same name joined last year. Ah, it doesn't matter. Do you know how many others are called Michael? A lot. But most of them weren't like him. Reddish orange tail waving, he smiled warmly at the other as he approached.


    "Hey, what's up? You need something?" To be honest, the celestial being hated 'name and business'. It's overly used and every clan or tribe says that.

    [align=center][img width=410 height=204]http://i.imgur.com/UYzSfJs.png[/img][fancypost borderwidth=0px;width: 450px][justify][size=7pt]Theodore had never really been one for dual membership; it took too many chances. What if the two groups were suddenly at war? What would the individual do? Fight for both sides? Not fight at all? Both options were out of the question. Dual membership caused an individual to lack that severe sense of loyalty that had been seen more so during his youth, and he wasn't keen on seconding-guessing loyalties.


    And as for this other Theodore? Well, he had never met him - or any other Theodore - so he was not too concerned about mixing cats up. However, he had met several Michaels during his journeying, most of them dramatic and overly flamboyant in character.


    Dipping his head respectfully, the bicoloured tom spoke: "Theodore Tormenta. I was hoping to join." The question as to his presence there may not have been asked in the traditional format, but Theodore was long-used to such a format and was not at all comfortable speaking so freely to a relative stranger, especially one he did not yet associate as a Clanmate or ally.