Moonspear Work hard and be nice.

"Do I?" Bronco asked innocently, and he walked in a couple, dithering patterns before he seemed to find what he was looking for. He circled three times and then flopped down onto the floor, and proceeded to roll around, rubbing his back and shoulders against the floor, which he noticed was nice and cool. Once he was done, he stood up, puffe dhis fur out, and then shook violently, sending a dustcloud of glitter in every directin- though a lot of it stayed embedded in his pelt, giving him a faint sheen. 

"So you think-" He said, strutting back and forth in front of his sister as she began to eat, with his tail curled and chest puffed out, "I could probably get a girlfriend, lookin' like this?" He asked, grinning foolishly. There were indeed still green streaks in his pelt from the moss earlier, but for the most part, even between the layers and layers of browns, tawnies and beiges- he was dusted with a nice sheen of shimmery beige.