[size=9pt]See, there was a problem with attacking the Ascendants under the cloak of the night. And that problem was-- they wore that fucking cloak, and they worked it like a champ. Moon could count on one paw the amount of members that slept through the night, who didn't spend their mornings recovering from the past few hour’s rendezvous. They were an Astrology Clan, for fuck's sake. They lived under the stars.
At least, that was the reason for most. For Moon, it was different. But it's been already established that the lion doesn't function like he's supposed to. It's part of his charm. Speaking of, "You've got to be fucking joking me."
The lion takes a moment to shut his eyes and suck in a breath, deep into his lungs, running words through his head like, Marg, give me strength to deal with these dramatic fucks, before opening them again and setting Bucky with an expression that looks entirely sick of this shit. Behind the maine coon, there's a flash of movement and Moon glances up to see the disappearance of an unrecognizable round a corner. It's then that it sets in that this isn't as much of a joke as Sunhaven is, and with one swift movement, reaches forward to slam one paw against the switch on the wall of the corridor.
The Observatory lights up like a Christmas tree.
In the newfound light, Moon stretches his jaws wide and roars. "Rise and shine, Ascendants! We've got visitors!" He starts down the hall, bellowing voice the equivalent of banging pots and pans. Every door he passes, he knocks twice. "Let's be hospitable, yeah? These guys are always friendly folk. I don't want anyone attacking 'till provoked. This is on them." He passes several doors he knows distinctly to be that of children, pulls tight at the handle to make sure they're shut. "Dwarf Stars, lock your doors."
At least, that was the reason for most. For Moon, it was different. But it's been already established that the lion doesn't function like he's supposed to. It's part of his charm. Speaking of, "You've got to be fucking joking me."
The lion takes a moment to shut his eyes and suck in a breath, deep into his lungs, running words through his head like, Marg, give me strength to deal with these dramatic fucks, before opening them again and setting Bucky with an expression that looks entirely sick of this shit. Behind the maine coon, there's a flash of movement and Moon glances up to see the disappearance of an unrecognizable round a corner. It's then that it sets in that this isn't as much of a joke as Sunhaven is, and with one swift movement, reaches forward to slam one paw against the switch on the wall of the corridor.
The Observatory lights up like a Christmas tree.
In the newfound light, Moon stretches his jaws wide and roars. "Rise and shine, Ascendants! We've got visitors!" He starts down the hall, bellowing voice the equivalent of banging pots and pans. Every door he passes, he knocks twice. "Let's be hospitable, yeah? These guys are always friendly folk. I don't want anyone attacking 'till provoked. This is on them." He passes several doors he knows distinctly to be that of children, pulls tight at the handle to make sure they're shut. "Dwarf Stars, lock your doors."
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