07-23-2018, 05:28 PM
[size=9pt]Moon was officially in the ranks. He was officially on the road to success. Officially cheating his way to the top.
But he'd seen a movie once -- like he'd seen many, many movies -- and there was this lanky kid, dark hair and some superpowers. He said, 'With great power comes great responsibility,' and Moon was trying to take that to heart, he really was, but today wasn't his day.
He'd found the Chamomile after a trip through ever inch of the territory's fields and two check-ins with Edgar. The old guy took one look at the dandelions crushed in Moon's paws and told him he'd been barking up the wrong tree this whole time. It turns out, the herb was in the forest, and so he took off for the trees and finally found some. Only a bit, but still some. This time, he'd planned for the numerous plants he'd have to take home with him, so around his neck was a woven makeshift basket, hanging like a too-big necklace around the too-big teenager's neck. He'd been rearranging the herbs, fixing the stems so they wouldn't get crushed, when a voice broke the quiet.
It turned out to be a frog with an attitude. He called him 'Bighead,' completely unprovoked. In fact, he'd said, 'Hey, Bighead'. Moon had looked up, head quirked back because what the absolute fuck, and the frog looked at him, nodded once as if to say, Yeah, you heard me, bitch, and took off.
So who was Moon not to follow? He chased as quick as his paws would take him, and still, he was slower than the thing. But he was dedicated to seeing this through, and, eventually, the big ugly toad lead him to the water. Sparkling Falls, or whatever the fuck his Clanmates called it, is where he ended up. He'd disappeared into the shallow depths as soon and they'd arrived, but Moon managed to glimpse him swim under some formation of rocks under the water. Completely offended, the Lion decided there was no chance he was going to let this go. He was anything if not stubborn, anything if not someone who'd crush a punk frog under their paw as soon as he was given the chance, and there was only so long the bastard could hold his breath. So, looking like he was just an average Joe having a midlife crisis, he sat, and he stared, and he waited. This was probably the longest he'd kept his mouth shut.
[member=1578]CROWNGLASS[/member] im so sorry emil
But he'd seen a movie once -- like he'd seen many, many movies -- and there was this lanky kid, dark hair and some superpowers. He said, 'With great power comes great responsibility,' and Moon was trying to take that to heart, he really was, but today wasn't his day.
He'd found the Chamomile after a trip through ever inch of the territory's fields and two check-ins with Edgar. The old guy took one look at the dandelions crushed in Moon's paws and told him he'd been barking up the wrong tree this whole time. It turns out, the herb was in the forest, and so he took off for the trees and finally found some. Only a bit, but still some. This time, he'd planned for the numerous plants he'd have to take home with him, so around his neck was a woven makeshift basket, hanging like a too-big necklace around the too-big teenager's neck. He'd been rearranging the herbs, fixing the stems so they wouldn't get crushed, when a voice broke the quiet.
It turned out to be a frog with an attitude. He called him 'Bighead,' completely unprovoked. In fact, he'd said, 'Hey, Bighead'. Moon had looked up, head quirked back because what the absolute fuck, and the frog looked at him, nodded once as if to say, Yeah, you heard me, bitch, and took off.
So who was Moon not to follow? He chased as quick as his paws would take him, and still, he was slower than the thing. But he was dedicated to seeing this through, and, eventually, the big ugly toad lead him to the water. Sparkling Falls, or whatever the fuck his Clanmates called it, is where he ended up. He'd disappeared into the shallow depths as soon and they'd arrived, but Moon managed to glimpse him swim under some formation of rocks under the water. Completely offended, the Lion decided there was no chance he was going to let this go. He was anything if not stubborn, anything if not someone who'd crush a punk frog under their paw as soon as he was given the chance, and there was only so long the bastard could hold his breath. So, looking like he was just an average Joe having a midlife crisis, he sat, and he stared, and he waited. This was probably the longest he'd kept his mouth shut.
[member=1578]CROWNGLASS[/member] im so sorry emil
[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]