Truthfully, it was difficult to remember the last time that Rose had been able to say, without a shadow of a doubt, that he was happy. He could barely recall he last time that he had been allowed to smile without second guessing it though that hardly mattered anymore. Especially since he had, unlike many others that he had met on his travels, had never actually lived within a group of collective individuals who had banded together to increase their prospects of survival in a cruel and callous world that fought against that. He had never had the pleasure of being around others for him to even begin to imagine ways in which friendships could bring him solace from his bitter reality. At least, not until he had found out about a rather interesting place that he could not keep away from. The Sanctuary. How exciting.
Cornflower blue eyes sweep across the surroundings in a curious wave, his mind picking up little details of the lands around him such as the light dusting of snow and sprawling meadow lands. Taking a moment to allow it all to register in his mind, the youth sets down his satchel carefully to the side of him, cautious in his movements in order to not allow any of the contents (that being various sweets that he had brought along not only to sate his own sweet tooth but to also give as gifts if they were to accept him) onto the frosty earth. "I bet this looks really nice in spring and summer, now that's something I'd like to see." His words are left open to the frosty air, dispersing free from his lips in a puff of smoke. His prediction is one based on perhaps a more romanticised perspective of the visions of the warmer seasons. Ideas of butterflies waltzing around blooming wildflowers in the warm sunlight and fireflies glowing softly as stark contrast against bitter black backgrounds instantly springing to the forefront of his mind. It's not necessarily bad, and perhaps could prove to be a genuinely accurate assumption. For that to be confirmed however, it seemed that Rose would need to stick around to make sure that he could see it through. "That doesn't sound too hard to stay for that long unless some fuckass makes my life miserable." Rosepaw speaks with a soft smile and softer tone though it's a sharp difference to the actual nature of his spoken words, a common and reoccurring point of interest about him that some would perhaps pick up on if they were to spend enough time around him.
His own words cause him to pause for a few moments, to really think things over. Was what he was presently doing truly the best course of action for him to take? He could have just stayed alone because when he was in solitude, he did not have to deal with the prospects of getting hurt by others. Not all were bad but even the best of people could do bad things if necessary, himself included. It was better to take a risk than life in comfort for the rest of his life, he supposed. Deciding that it's about time for him to stop mulling around idly on the borders, the dark furred feline sucks in a deep breath, allowing the air to fill his lungs before calling out to the muted tones of the wintry meadow. "Hello? How's it going? I'm here to join!"
//it's nearly midnight here so i apologise for the slight messiness!