[Fawn]

"New deputy Coyotesnarl," pondered Mothquiver, gaze reflecting the vast skies as he turned his attention to the heavens as if to ask what sort of shenanigan this was. Impractical, not so strategic, but hell if he wasn't into it. Sucking a breath inward, he hushedly whispered his revelation, "A plot twist." BRILLIANT. From the looks of his clanmates, nobody had seen it coming either. It'd come down like a flying plastic monster from the stars to smack them upside the head and leave their breath stolen as they suffocated for an escape from its crinkly embrace.

Refreshingly intrigued, Mothquiver leaned forward, closer to the Breezerock. He was moonstruck. And it was glorious. The underdog, no less. Sharply steering his life in a new direction. "But.. more spice," he mumbled half-coherently to himself, lost to his thoughts. It would need something to spruce it up here and there, a romance perhaps.