[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:400px][justify][size=7pt][color=#2b8c3f]it had been a process of elimination type of choosing for his clan. number one: no anticlans allowed, or at least, not yet. sakutaro had to keep up appearances and frankly he was not willing to join an alliance so barbaric when he was meant to be viewed as calm. number two: no massive clans. he did not like company, and didn't like places that changed their ways of thinking every day just to suit their bipolar high positions or the demands of the brain-dead members that made up the bulk of the fighting and hunting army. if he ever came across such a blandly changeable place then he would be sure to steer clear, head in the opposite direction, and hopefully die before they got to him. number three: no disrespectful fucks. ah, yes, he hated those. and he hated people who pretended to be your 'friend' when they weren't. if anyone pulled that trick on him, he'd go colder than usual, and an even colder than usual morishige was fairly cold.
so eventually he had whittled it down to just tidalclan and hawkclan. one look at the former and he'd headed straight for the latter, though; so... happy... there was nothing about the island clan that had ever intrigued him so much as horrify him, so now sakutaro morishige was perched upon hawkclan's border, piercing green eyes studying the ground ahead of him calmly. the russian blue was not, to say in the least, in a peaceable mood, though for the sake of joining a clan he would remain polite and composed as he always had, needed for his level head and outwardly responsible demeanour. "hello?" shig then called out, voice perfectly dull.