☁ Pierce had been living in the Ascendants for just a few days now, having taken some time to himself to settle into his new home after his capture, and after convincing his daughter to stay with him. She'd been hesitant at first, but after some persuading, she'd agreed to try it out. What would the harm be? They'd been moving around a lot lately, so they may as well try it. Soon after they came to an agreement, he’d made a couple hurried visits to Sunhaven to retrieve his most important personal possessions to put into his new home, and  he and Clementine were finally beginning to feel normal again. It was odd to have moved again, but he hoped they’d be able to stay where they were now; everyone was nice and Clem was actually starting to make friends, so there was no way he really could move again and take all that away from her.

So, that meant it was time to finally get acquainted with the rest of his new clanmates- when he wasn’t a captive of theirs, that is.  The dappled feline had spent all day setting up, and now he sat in the observatory with a little table and all his paints and brushes laid out on top of it. He was stocked with all sorts of colors, but had mainly darker, more "spooky" ones set out, as he intended on giving out some Halloween face designs. "Hey-" called Pierce, waiting to see that he'd caught some people's attention before he continued, "I'm Pierce, I'm, uh, new here, and I was wondering if anyone wanted their face painted- like, for Halloween?" It'd been so long since he'd done something like this, but it always made him so happy, since everyone usually got pretty excited about it. Everybody loved it, but it seemed like the kids did especially, and it had always been so rewarding to see their little smiles when he showed them what he'd given them. "You can ask me some questions, too- only if you want, of course." He didn't want to seem weird- it'd been a while since he'd really gotten out there in a new clan and made some friends, since back in Sunhaven, he hadn't really had anyone. Hopefully, that'd change here; maybe even today!

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[size=9pt]"'Cause they're fuckin' psycho." A voice interjects, answering Ren's question for him. Moon lopes in and walks a circle around the small gathering, eyeing the colors and paints with perhaps a touch of suspicion before he collapses in a heap in the corner. Face dropped to his paws, he looks, unrelenting, at Pierce, and raises a brow. "I'm right, aren't I? Shopkeepers lost it and brought their Clan down with them. Place is crashing and burning. Gotta' be a whole new type of stupid to want that back."

His distaste for Sunhaven was a well established thing. The drama surrounding them was immense and exhausting, and Moon was aware there might be something more to it - something to justify their madness - but patience wasn't something he was in abundance of and they still hadn't fucking told him why they hated their guts, why all this shit had started in the first place. He'd given up trying to figure it all out a while ago. At this point, he didn't want anything to do with them.

Pierce and Clem were different, though. He'd come to realize they were the 1% of Sunhaven that was actually bearable, so he's been gradually less standoffish, gradually less cold. Trust takes time, but it's coming. "Think me and Ren are the only ones who're gonna' need painting. Rest of these ugly fucks are scary enough as it is."