03-14-2019, 10:26 PM
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Well, this was exactly what Leroy was asking for. He told him to put someone new in charge for a day, so Crow was about to do just that. No rules, just that it couldn't be him, so that allowed the feline room for creative thinking, and boy he had some tricks up his metaphorical sleeves. There was a nice guy that wandered around that was perfect for the job. Luring him to the square was the easy part. A soothing voice and and a bone from the leg of a deer he found rotting in the forest were all he needed to accomplish this feat—feral animals were something else, for sure.
Crow settled down in a spot where he was sure everyone would see them, then tossed aside the bone to the supreme leader that now graced the presence of Tanglewood. "Here's your new general," the tabby deadpanned as he sat on his haunches and gestured to the larger figure's flowing, golden locks with both of his arms, "for twenty-four hours. He's literally a GOD. If ya aren't kissin' his toes, you're goin' to baby jail." With a smirk, his attention turned to a crude box drawn on the ground with white paint, a hooked claw now pointing to it.
And there they would sit, awaiting passerby.
Well, this was exactly what Leroy was asking for. He told him to put someone new in charge for a day, so Crow was about to do just that. No rules, just that it couldn't be him, so that allowed the feline room for creative thinking, and boy he had some tricks up his metaphorical sleeves. There was a nice guy that wandered around that was perfect for the job. Luring him to the square was the easy part. A soothing voice and and a bone from the leg of a deer he found rotting in the forest were all he needed to accomplish this feat—feral animals were something else, for sure.
Crow settled down in a spot where he was sure everyone would see them, then tossed aside the bone to the supreme leader that now graced the presence of Tanglewood. "Here's your new general," the tabby deadpanned as he sat on his haunches and gestured to the larger figure's flowing, golden locks with both of his arms, "for twenty-four hours. He's literally a GOD. If ya aren't kissin' his toes, you're goin' to baby jail." With a smirk, his attention turned to a crude box drawn on the ground with white paint, a hooked claw now pointing to it.
And there they would sit, awaiting passerby.