[fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: 0px;][justify]Bucky was the one leading them towards a new territory this time. SkyClan. A place he knew nothing about. Not a fucking clue, and maybe the german-shepard liked that idea, but he would never actually acknowledge the thought now. BlizzardClan hadn't worked out for Steve and him, and honestly, Barnes was glad they weren't there anymore; the height of the territory made him queasy for too many reasons. Long story short, the ex-deputy had a fear of falling. Momentarily, his ears flattened towards his skull before moving back up as they usually were. But now, the two of them were upon SkyClan's border.. His head would swivel around in search for the ex-leader, knowing that the other canine would be around shortly, so he hoped.
An unlit cigarrete hung within his jaws, dangling loosely. Part of him simply wanted to remain quiet for now, because silence was something he didn't mind too much now-a-days, but Bucky was pushed himself. It was his turn, wasn't it? Hell yeah. Jaws parting, the male would begin. "Alright, SkyClan." The corners of his mouth began to move upwards, "The name's James Buchanan Barnes, but call me Bucky." A noticeable flick of his ears followed after 'James'. His actual name was now a name he refused have passed around easily. The same phrase came from his chest, "Don't call me James, unless I give you some sort of permission to do so." A slower pause, trying to find the words. "This fuckin' stud is Steve." Hopefully Rogers would be besides him soon enough, his tone sarcastic ⏤ obviously having found himself amusing. It was the best he could do, for now. "And we're planning on joining SkyClan."
/ please wait for alloy to post first!!