“A clan?” He repeated it like if was foreign to him. He raised a brow before going along with it. Taking an uneducated guess on what that meant. I mean it was obvious he was asking about a group, but why would he?
He leaned in close to moths face, hovering above his ear. “If you’re asking if I have a mate, I don’t” his voice was quiet, rolling past the toms ears. His whiskers twitching slightly.
He pulled back, smirking down at the shorter Tom.

“It’s just me and my mother , I’ve been smelling other cats around, guess I got lucky to run into one” he pulled his paw up, grooming it over.
“By the way you’re asking, I’m assuming you don’t have any pretty shecat sharing your nest either”

His tail folded calmly over his paws. This was rare, he barely found other cats, or creatures that didn’t just want to eat him upon first view. Finally , finally another cat he wasn’t related to.