08-26-2018, 06:26 PM
[size=9pt]Moon's scarred, too. But with short-cropped, golden fur, his show. They're recent and they're only freshly scabbing, and they give him the looks of a heroic soldier who really should be bed bound. But he's anything but. He lays one eye on the bizarrely colored lion before him, with his regal way about him, and knows he could do nothing if this guy decided to take the Clan by storm and tear it to pieces. He needs to figure his shit out; no way is he gonna' be known as The Weaker Lion, if this guy is actually joining.
He stops behind Onision, squinting ever so slightly at the stranger. There's nothing for him to say; for now, he waits for him to respond to the kitten's question, mostly just grateful Onision has finally discovered his manners.
He stops behind Onision, squinting ever so slightly at the stranger. There's nothing for him to say; for now, he waits for him to respond to the kitten's question, mostly just grateful Onision has finally discovered his manners.
[align=center][div style="width: 500px; height: auto; text-align: center; font-family: ; font-size: 9pt; color: COLOR; letter-spacing: -.5px;"][i][b]and die like a hero going home.[glow=black,2,300]