Redhawk Caldera That night something of youth and beauty died in the elder world

Fiadh's question caused Clover to consider their options. Either they could let it be this size, which was large but no moon, or... they could see what would happen and how big it might become if they gave it a shove. Her tail waved and Clover circled around their makeshift moon with a grin, rearing onto her hinds and placing her paws on their compact creation. Only one way to find out, she verbally decided. If their hard work was destroyed, it wasn't meant to be... but if it wasn't, then they very well might have succeeded in making their own moon. Clover tried to push it, but was no strongman. Though it shifted, the movement was slight at best. So she awaited her sisters assistance, grinning excitedly.