You were having trouble sleeping, so you left the den, and ran into Fontis. He sits with you and tells you all about the shapes he can see in the stars.

Fontis. The outcast from eastern lands. His former pride had marked him, as they had been so disturbed by his heinous actions. They had not appreciated his contribution to balance, as he so described it, so he went somewhere where he would not only be accepted but also supported.

Fontis means "to flow"

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Fontis takes control of the Moonwalkers. What happens next?

"Fear is a tool to be used on your enemies, my dear." Fontis' tail flicked slowly back and forth as he licked his paw. Hosoh sighed in response. "You're a lot like Deer Caster, you know? Except you are more forward with acting on your ideals." Fontis blinked slowly and gazed at the stars above them. "Indeed, brother. You know I've been meaning to ask... Is it a requirement for your pride's heir to have that wonderful albino fur?" A breeze picked up in the clearing the two lions sat in, bringing the scent of honey. "No, it is not. Although it would be highly preferred. The heir first in line currently is Delwin's son. He wanted to start a lineage. I only stepped in because his son almost didn't make it after the last drought..." Hosoh's brows furrowed in thought. A sigh escaped him as he laid beside Fontis. "You're pride picks a new king at random. It seems easier than a lineage to me" Fontis smiled. "Is it?" He looked towards Hosoh fondly. "I think at times, both methods of selecting an heir present trials. We simply must keep moving forward."

With the gruesome reasoning in your head, you approach the lion, resting in the outskirts of your den. You attack with brutal force, killing on the spot and feeling last breath wither away under your teeth. You monster.

He wondered for a moment if the cub's eyes were perhaps too wide as it stared up at him, shaking. No. Not at all... They did not show enough of the terror he liked to watch. He let out another roar and flashed his teeth threateningly close to the cub's throat.
With the gruesome reasoning in your head, you approach the cub, resting in the outskirts of your den. You attack with brutal force, killing on the spot and feeling last breath wither away under your teeth. You monster.

"My existence is but a bridge. A bridge from the great and merciful Deer Caster to Dreameura, whatever he may be. I see those around me that are mine and I've decided to let us starve. To serve as part of this bridge. May the future of Dreameura's pride be plentiful. May he grow fat on our starvation and suffering. I wish for a smooth transition of kings. For the pride to flow... from me to the next." ,Fontis