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((My fancypost didn’t load, so I had to make this one on the spot.
I've noticed a couple people from RiverClan who've migrated over here, and we used to do these like once a week over there, so I kinda used one of my old posts and recycled it into this lol))
"I'll get this one for sure!" The sable male exclaimed to himself, the bright grin never leaving his face as he stalked slowly across the ground, tail swishing slowly. He'd been trying and failing for a while, but he'd surely get this one. He had to catch this one. With a smirk, he finally pounced, trapping the dry brown leaf under his mud-caked paws. He lifted a paw, checking to see that it was there and that he'd actually caught it, then the male gave a whoop and leaped back to his paws in a victorious pose, navy eyes wide with excitement. He most definitely shouldn't be doing such childish things, considering he was an adult and a Bodyguard, but to say he was crazy was an understatement. The poor boy was insane.
Then, the obsidian cougar bounded over to Daichi's house as fast as possible, the gleam in his eyes a sure sign of his happiness. He decided then that the next person who appeared, he would hug them as hard as possible, probably even going so far as to practically throw himself at them. The boy was so far off his rocker, there was no going back. Hence the reason a lot of the NPCs wanted nothing to do with him--they simply hated being hugged continuously by the enthusiastic Bodyguard.
Meanwhile, Daichi rested on his stomach on a cool rock, his umber eyes half-shut as he drifted in and out of slumber. His brindled tail was limp behind his body, hanging off the rock he was settled down on, but he honestly couldn’t care less. If anybody wanted to mess with him, they could face his wrath, for all he cared. He hadn't yelled or beaten a clanmate half to death for a while, and boy, was he getting restless! He was practically just waiting for someone to come by and annoy him so he could beat the heck out of them.
Of course, the first clanmate to annoy the Kai Ken was a certain enthusiastic puma. ”Daiichiii!!!”Tobio caught sight of his friend, dashing over to the rock Daichi laid on, and gripped the other male’s tail between his jaws. Daichi’s ears perked up, but before he could make any move to stop the larger male, Tobio gave his tail a sharp tug, dragging the canine off the rock. Daichi let out a short but loud yelp as he was pulled down by the tail, landing flat on his back on the hard ground. He laid there, unmoving, for a moment, winded, before swiftly jumping back to his paws, snarling angrily at the larger feline.
”Idiot! What do you want?!” The dog demanded, sienna eyes burning with rage. He could feel his werewolf side wanting to break out, but he forced himself not to shapeshift yet. He didn’t want to bite Tobio and actually turn the other male into a werewolf as well--that would be hazardous. He didn’t need the irritating mountain lion to be a werewolf, too, because then he’d have to deal with Tobio for many, many more years. And if there was one thing Daichi didn’t want, it was to spend any more time with the immature brat.