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Moon feels just a bit like a dumbass when he sees Imperia, with her leather satchel and organisation and all. But no one can blame him-- he's been in the Ascendants a day, and up until then, he'd traveled alone. His pride had never had anything to their names, anyway, apart from his Mother's books and tools. "I'm good," he says, one paw firmly clamped on the stems of his gatherings. It's not that he's being competitive or stingy or whatever, he just wants to do it himself. There's something about finishing something you've worked hard on.
"Yeah," confirmed the lion in response to Imperia's question, finally piecing things together. She's going for the title as well. He frowns, gentle. "You are too." He glances to her satchel and her composure and feels the grass still stuck in his teeth and knows that there's no question about who deserves it more. He'd give it up in a heartbeat to the she-wolf, and not in that way. "Guess it's big cat vs. big dog, huh? Except this time, the cat's the dumb one. Good luck, puppy."
As for Hedwig-- he's still not too fond of hanging around for the afterparty, it seems. Moon huffs a laugh of sorts at the hybrid's comment and glances to his own pelt, but there's not a hint of care in him. He wears the twigs well. Besides, he isn't bothered by the nickname. There are literally so many much worse ones Gabriel will find himself being served up, soon. "Adios, Tweety Bird."
It's that's when Versaille, Bastilleprisoner and the Clan's established Halo arrives, and Moon greets them all. He nods to his feet in confirmation to Verse, smiling slightly. He likes her. She has some weird vibes but he feels like they'd be friends, if they had the time of day. And Bastilleprisoner seems like a pretty cool guy, too. At least Moon doesn't have to worry about being penalized for cursing, when the Leader himself is a clear advocate for it. As for the Warringkindoms-- she's instantly on his list of top ten coolest cats. "There you go," He grins, slightly bashful when he hands the herbs over. Like some chubby little wrestler kid who just met John Cena. "Hope I get brownie points for the sacrificing these luscious locks."
Moon feels just a bit like a dumbass when he sees Imperia, with her leather satchel and organisation and all. But no one can blame him-- he's been in the Ascendants a day, and up until then, he'd traveled alone. His pride had never had anything to their names, anyway, apart from his Mother's books and tools. "I'm good," he says, one paw firmly clamped on the stems of his gatherings. It's not that he's being competitive or stingy or whatever, he just wants to do it himself. There's something about finishing something you've worked hard on.
"Yeah," confirmed the lion in response to Imperia's question, finally piecing things together. She's going for the title as well. He frowns, gentle. "You are too." He glances to her satchel and her composure and feels the grass still stuck in his teeth and knows that there's no question about who deserves it more. He'd give it up in a heartbeat to the she-wolf, and not in that way. "Guess it's big cat vs. big dog, huh? Except this time, the cat's the dumb one. Good luck, puppy."
As for Hedwig-- he's still not too fond of hanging around for the afterparty, it seems. Moon huffs a laugh of sorts at the hybrid's comment and glances to his own pelt, but there's not a hint of care in him. He wears the twigs well. Besides, he isn't bothered by the nickname. There are literally so many much worse ones Gabriel will find himself being served up, soon. "Adios, Tweety Bird."
It's that's when Versaille, Bastilleprisoner and the Clan's established Halo arrives, and Moon greets them all. He nods to his feet in confirmation to Verse, smiling slightly. He likes her. She has some weird vibes but he feels like they'd be friends, if they had the time of day. And Bastilleprisoner seems like a pretty cool guy, too. At least Moon doesn't have to worry about being penalized for cursing, when the Leader himself is a clear advocate for it. As for the Warringkindoms-- she's instantly on his list of top ten coolest cats. "There you go," He grins, slightly bashful when he hands the herbs over. Like some chubby little wrestler kid who just met John Cena. "Hope I get brownie points for the sacrificing these luscious locks."
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