Moonspear deepest greens, and rainbow blue

it was truly a herculean task, keeping all the sticks in line. arcturus hoped his parents appreciated him for all he did, because it was a lot -- stick slaying was serious business, and arcturus took his job as lawn orderly to heart. since yama didn't seem interested in helping him keep the unruly sticks in line, arcturus gave her a little harrumph and went back to beleaguering the battered piece of wood.

he gave the stick a good thrash, reminding it that he was in charge with little growls -- but mid-shake, caught the slinking form of his mother. "MAMA!" he shouted, absolutely blowing her cover (and forgetting about the disorderly stick behind him). his tail thumped rapidly as he saw she was peeling something - stick? he tilted his head curiously, bounding over to her with a wide grin on his features.