Brick, whose fur looks slightly ruffled, pads out onto the stage with a slight smile. A tuft of suspiciously rabbit-like white fur is sitting on his nose. 

"Hello everyone," Brick meowed brightly. "Sorry about that, uh... issue with the last constellation. But I have good news! We're on the fiftieth constellation so far, and we're getting closer to the end every day." He smiled.

The crowd lets out a little cheer.

"Without further ado.." he meowed, glancing at the paper in his paws, "please welcome the great and powerful Sharptooth?"

A broad-shouldered tom pads out onto the stage, his massive golden head swinging back and forth. The crowd yelps, starting to back away.

Sharptooth snapped forward, but a chain pulled him back.

Brick smiled nervously. "See, we've taken precautions!" He disappeared into the side-stage.

Sharptooth began growling in an unknown language. The crowd, confused, muttered amongst themselves until a small black tom leaped up next to him.

"I can speak mountain lion!" he meowed brightly. "Don't worry."

Sharptooth tried to eat him.

The black tom backed away.

"He's saying that his constellation is called a lynx, but he's not a lynx," translated the black tom, barely avoiding a swipe from the chained cat. "It isn't associated with myths, though. It was just created to fill up some space in the sky." 

The black tom's eyes widen.

"I am not repeating that!" he hissed, then said it again in mountain-lion. "Anyways... he says that Johannes Hevelius came up with the constellation in the 17th century. It was to fill the gap between Auriga and Ursa Major, two larger constellations. Lynx is the 28th largest constellation, and it looks like that."

The screen flashes behind them.

Suddenly, Sharptooth rips the chain out from the wall behind him. The black tom screams and runs away, joining the yet-again pandemonium. 

Brick decides that there's not going to be any more live non-cat animals (or mountain lions) on the stage.

⌁ by Rio. ⛈