[size=9pt]/ set the night of the blood moon. also........ this is so late but shrug emoji who cares

The task was to prank someone. 'The clan needs something to lighten it up!' said Tuxedolung, or something along those lines, and that was all well and good, but Moon was exhausted and still had work to do and the weather was horrible and he'd gotten soaked so now he smelled like wet cat and-- Long story short, he was in a bad fucking mood. If he tried for an actual prank right now, someone would most likely end up injured, and he was such a good Halo he'd probably turn up without herbs, like the other day, and they'd die and then he'd spiral into an abyss of self-loathing and probably run frantic and aimless into the endless plains, never to return.

So he wasn't doing that. Or, he was. But the prank he chose was far more... Low-key. Far more socially acceptable. He'd hung posters left, right and center of the Ascendant's territory advertising a Blood Moon Livestream in the Planetarium, and given their Clan all had some sort of astrology fetish, he was confident a good crowd would turn up.

But, you guessed it-- there was no Blood Moon stream on display. Instead, the soft voice of Duchess and Thomas bounced off the walls and echoed behind the noise of the rain battering on the roof. Most would expect Moon to hijack the Planetarium and put up some tasteless shit like Hentai or something, but today was a long, grey day, and the only thing he cared to watch were the Aristocats on a massive HD screen, and the only freaky noises he cared to hear were the sounds of Scat Cat in the background of Everybody Wants To Be A Cat. Moon lay curled in one of the chairs, a tight ball of golden fur with his head on his paws like a pouting puppy, gaze trained on the screen. The scene where Duchess and Thomas sat atop the roof, gazing at the silver orb in the sky like the saps they were was playing, so no one could call Moon out if they were to arrive now. He'd never said it'd be a real moon. Cartoon was good enough.

The air was thick with nostalgia. Chill vibes, or whatever. All that was missing was some hot chocolate, blankets, and maybe some outraged star nerds.

[size=9pt]Moon had fully been expecting backlash like no other. Maybe Bast himself would come in and demote him on the spot. Hell, maybe he'd even get a good ol' banishing for this sacriligy. Offence to the stars, or whatever. But you can't disrespet the Moon when you're literally named after it, and so, he was immune to all concequences. Even if he wasn't; in the moment, he really didn't care.

Two arrived, both seeming initially confused and angry until they realize just what was on show. Was the Aristocats just a universally Good Thing? Probably.

Then came Peri in all her pretty gulliblity, and Moon watched her with a golden gaze as her signature, 'I am but an innocent, pretty flower girl and I have no idea what's going on' look crossed her face. She seemed to wear that a lot around Moon. Despite himself, he found his lips tilting upwards gently, something fond and sweet. She hopped up beside him and he refused to sit up, instead forcing the chair divider down with one shove of his tail. They were close, and there was that uneasiness in her, again. Tension felt weird when he wasn't watching it from afar, when he was living it. He lasted about 15 seconds before he broke and looped his tail down around her, gentle. "No, Imperia," said the Halo, voice teasing but obviously tired, "It's the new wallpaper. Bast has a thing for rooftop romances. If it's moving, you've probably been around the catnip too long."

© MADI

[size=9pt]Moon essentially beams at Hazel's words. What the fuck was going on? Why weren't they mad? Was everyone just eternally exhausted, these last few days? Whatever it was, he was grateful for it, because, to be honest, Hazel intimidated him just a little bit and he didn't want to get on her bad side. Even if she couldn't beat the shit out of him-- obvious size difference-- she'd maybe give him a bad look and he just knew that would leave a mark on his heart. Perhaps he was romanticizing her, but it was doubtful. She was just cool. Her boyfriend, however. "Where's the boytoy, Nuts?" Hazelnut? No? Yeah, not his best moment. "I feel like I'm being stood up."

When he glances back to Peri, she's looking at him weird and he realizes she's said something. He frowns, gentle, though the small smile is still sitting on his maw and it's a strange look. Her gaze is glazed over slightly, and his eyes dance over her face before he realizes he's either being psychoanalyzed or she's whipping out her weird powers. He pulls his paws in tight, looks back to the screen immediately. As if that would shelter him. His voice is quiet when he speaks, hesitant to disrupt the movie, but it's also the result of paranoia, or a sudden bout of self-awareness. "That right, herb nerd? What does effect dogs? Scooby snacks? Do you fetch, too?"

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