no pain, no gain > joining

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The plain-colored kitten dragged his gaze across the border of the clan, a bit puzzled as to what border he actually stood at. He couldn't recall the group's name, but then again, he hadn't ever lived here, or anywhere in particular. Being left on his own at such a young age hardened him, but not enough that he was some emotionless robot. He was actually quite kit-like: exciteable, immature, et cetera. Santana was, however, rather mellow and what could be described as 'chill'. The young child found it relatively easy to speak with people, though usually never of anything specific. He wasn't the most talkative kid, but he did well to pipe up when needed. His lilac coat was covered in dust and shrubbery from his slight pause at the BloodClan border. At first, he thought he would have liked to stay there. Soon, however, his opinion changed and he immediately moved on, not wanting to linger around for longer than necessary. He doubted that his own inner thoughts on the group really mattered, as not many of them were around to greet him at their pungent borders. At least this place didn't have corpses piled on the scent lines. Santana frowned briefly as he recalled the sight, but soon shook the imagery away. He wasn't accustomed to death, or rotting bodies, or murder of any kind. As you grew up though, everything began to piece together, and no longer were you living a sheltered life. The lilac kit rubbed at his eye with a paw, irritation causing him to do the action. He pursed his lips as he settled his paw on the ground beneath him, merely watching the border and what lay beyond.

Santana was actually quite patient despite his fiery personality. Frustration, however, did make an appearance more often than not, mostly with his own actions and mistakes. He didn't blame others, nor did he guilt himself. He didn't need to carry the burden on his shoulders. San's ears flicked back against his skull as he thought to himself, idly fiddling with the chain around his neck, displaying a small cross. Religion was something he had grown up with, even if he was only three months. Loners had taught him of the human's gods, and he couldn't help but be intrigued. Before departing to begin his makeshift journey to find a suitable home, he was gifted with the necklace he was adorned with. It was simple, much like himself: in appearance, and personality. Was he really anything special? He had no unique qualities; he saw it that way, at least. Santana drew his lips back into a frown, but it appeared to be a pout instead. His round, kitten features made him appear more adorable than he intended, but there was little he could do about that. For now, all he could do was wait for a patrol or a singular member aid him. Perhaps they would be more amiable than BloodClan. San hoped so.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]mORG MORG

Santana perked slightly when a skinny feline began making his way towards where he was positioned on the edge of the border, merely watching as his head lifted. He nearly took a step back at how near Suga had gotten, but managed to stand his ground. His chin tilted up as he seemed to motion to the older male, chocolate gaze fixated on him. "Yo, esé, you're a little too close," the lilac kitten commented, voice smooth, words flowing easily from his maw. It had been a while since his last true interaction with other individuals, but he made it seem as though it hadn't been at least a few weeks. At the statement that he was on SunClan's territory, a nonexistent brow quirked. He was certain he hadn't passed over the scent line, and when he sniffed at the air, he simply smelled the lingering scents of SunClan and the side he stood on. "I'm not in your territory," he informed casually, giving a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, eyes flickering to the side as others began to approach.

"Name's Santana, bro," he paused at the question of his parents, and his ears flicked back against his skull for a fleeting moment. His ears instantly pricked forward though, as he wasn't comfortable displaying any negative emotions, namely despair or fear. At the moment, however, he felt partially guilty, and for what seemed like no reason whatsoever. "Yeah, uh, I dunno where my parents are," he informed, acting as if nothing had truly gotten to him. Obviously though, his abilities to mask his emotions only went as deep as beneath the surface. Someone as young as him wouldn't understand how to truly keep emotions locked away. San sniffed, though displayed no indications of sorrow. His features were rather mellow, lax eyelids, mouth neutral and pupils only slightly dilated. His gaze flickered to the others who had gathered: a colt who was too uptight for his own good, an amiable tiger, and a kitsune that looked like they didn't give a shit. Santana wasn't exactly sure what was up with these people; they were diverse, though, so at least they had that going for them. "I'm gonna join, if that's chill." the lilac child passed his gaze between all of them for confirmation, expectant, but not impatient. He was unsettlingly quiet as he observed them, yet his expression was amenable and showed no signs of hostility or creepiness. Perhaps he just felt as though he was the odd one out of them all. A kid showing up at the border? That had to raise some questions, at least. San pursed his lips, but kept his maw shut until they spoke to him further.

[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]"Auto-accepted."

The colt's voice was mainly monotonous, yet there was some kind of tone hinted in his words. Perhaps it was the way he looked down at him; Santana couldn't help but feel miniscule in comparison to the equine. Rather than back down, however, he stood a little taller and raised his chin. Frustration was beginning to boil in the pit of his stomach, mainly due to the fact that Montagne seemed to look down at him, like he was nothing. "Do you have a stick up your ass or somethin'?" San questioned rhetorically, a nonexistent brow quirking in his direction. He wasn't intimidated, but he knew that if Montagne wanted, he could smash him with one simple stomp on his small body. "'Cause, esé, you act like it," he commented, taking note of the horse's name, though did not indicate that he knew. Other than mentally copying his name down, he ignored the much larger male and turned to those who had gathered. His stare was expectant, and it was obvious he was waiting for them to introduce themselves, whether seemingly impatient or not. Aside from Suga and the smiling tiger, he didn't exactly feel welcome. Perhaps that was just how they treated new members. Maybe it was because he was so young and supposedly inexperienced.