A group of cats? Boulder had never heard of such a thing unless it involved some kind of family, like his own; his siblings had all lived on the farm, before leaving to their separate homes. But he couldn't imagine that this was anything like that. Each one of the cats before him acted and looked completely independent from one another. The idea of it sounded... oddly nice to him, all of the unpleasantness aside, and the fact that they lived out here in the wild was fascinating besides. It had to be far harder to survive after all, with the big scary animals his mother grew up telling him tales about and the lack of soft food and feather beds. For a moment, Boulder felt in slight awe of those standing before him -- they were really quite brave, if he thought about it.
Orchidwing explained this all to him fairly nicely, and he flashed a thankful smile. He supposed they couldn't all be bad, if more were like her. "Yeah, of course. It's Boulder." compared to all of their names, it must seem silly. Orchidwing, Nathanos, Quietdawn... they sounded foreign and cool, like the heroes of some adventure-type story. If he joined, would he get a name like theirs too? "If I joined, what would I do? What do you guys do?" he couldn't imagine that they herded their own sheep, like the dogs did at the farm. He didn't think they'd just laze about like him either if there were other groups like them around. Maybe they were separated for a reason and didn't like each other. He hoped he wouldn't have to fight anyone - Boulder had never been good at fighting, despite his impressive size. He hadn't even lifted a paw when the alleycat attacked him.