★ a prince returning ★
even though he's technically home now, he feels just as uncomfortable as he has been for the past moons. the only cats he recognizes are his parents and, vaguely, victoria, sinclair and ryland. everyone else is absolutely strange to him. the main hall arches above him in snowy marble. it could be beautiful in here, had they tried to make it so. right now it's dusty, loose hairs floating in the air and only weak sunlight filtering in through cracked windows. it reminds him vaguely of his old home- the church in the old territories. odd how they've found such a similar place. he sits in a shadowed corner of this hall, watching his new clanmates mingle, green eyes narrowed. voice still rusty and tail twitching behind him, the man calls out. "i don't know many of you," fantastic beginning, he thinks to himself, as several faces turn towards him. "and i want to. know you, that is. so come here if you want to do a meet and greet, i guess." disastrous.