B[o]wtie Man, Tell us your secrets {Joining!}

'Blizzardclan, this looks like the place.' The small tabby stood at the bottom of the stairs, his face etched with a look of 'oh no'. A small bag lay wrapped around his midsection by its strap, the bag looped through it. Around his neck was a blue polka-dot bow-tie, which appeared to be actually a tie rather than a clip-on.
The tabby himself was called Nicholas Lee, a small kitten of about 3 to 4 moons. His pelt was the color of hazelnut, the stripes drizzled over him the color of chocolate while his paws and underbelly were the closest to white that they were ever going to be. Nick's eyes were an odd sort, being of a brown color with possible green flecks throughout. No one could ever really tell so the child resorted to describing them as hazel despite them not having even the slightest bit of blue within them.
He sighed, beginning to hop his way up the staircase at a slow rate. This was gonna take some time, which fortunately, he had a lot of.

"M'name's Nicholas Lee, I heard about this place from a wanderer like myself. Told me it'd be safer for me to settle down in a place I could be looked after." He spoke with a slight southern accent, craning his neck to look up at the snow leopard. A bit of help would be nice, he'd never had to use stair before and he was having some troubles. "A bit of help would be nice Mr. Storm sir."

"Thank ya kindly Storm, I'm quite used to walking on flat ground where nothing amounts much to stairs." He'd lived in the plains for as long as he could remember and well, stair-like formations didn't occur there very much. The kitten moved to tighten the slip knot keeping his bag on him a little, as it had loosened during the ride. The sight of the island was beautiful, almost breathtaking to the young male. The enticing forest was a far cry from his old 'homes', looking quite inviting after his walk to the territory.

"A tour'd be mighty nice Mister..." He had addressed the serval first since they had spoken to him first, but his mind worked faster than his mouth and he ended up merging the words 'tour' and 'would'. The child acknowledged the tortoiseshell with a smile in her direction, since she had not directly spoken to him he did not offer a verbal greeting. She didn't look much older than he but the air around her gave him the feeling that she was of a higher standing than he, in fact he got this feeling from all the animals present.