took me by surprise || open, games

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    She moved on. She'd probably always be interested in herbs and want to heal, but she had more live than that. She was done killing herself over it.


    Spiderfoot finished making her nest, wadding the left over moss into a ball. She pawed at it absently for a while, then, in the corner of her eye, saw someone walking past. "Think fast," she said, tossing the ball at them lightly.


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    Otterbrook, apparently, was not a very fast thinker; the mossball hit him square in the shoulder. He turned around, surprised and a little offended, but his expression relaxed when he saw it was Spiderfoot. "That's not very nice!" he huffed, although his eyes glimmered warmly.


    The wiry tom leaned down to pick up the mossball, and aimed to chuck it back at her.

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    She still didn't quite feel the same around him. She wasn't sure if she ever would. But... She had to believe he was doing what he thought was best for the clan, even if it meant she was stuck as a warrior. She managed to catch it between her teeth, then dropped it at her feet. "Not nice? That sums me up in two words," she joked, kicking it back at him.



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    Wolfkit prided himself on being what was deemed as 'cool'. So he was completely embarrassed when a very un-cool screech left his mouth, as a ball of wet something hit his face. He fell dramatically to the side, scrambling away from the thing that'd hit him - a mossball!? Catching it on one claw, he limped around in a circle looking for the original thrower. "Who did this to me?"


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    "How are you not exhausted Bearpaw?" Wolfkit asked incredulously. He could have sworn that the apprentice had been out earlier today, and running round the territory was no small feat. He hopped closer holding the moss ball and tipped his head towards Icepaw. "What do you think will happen if we chuck it at her?" He whispered.

    "Well, for starters you'd be breaking like, three separate rules." Timbrepaw appeared right beside Bearpaw, a scowl etched across his face. The scraggly apprentice always had a habit of popping up without warning to put a stop to any goings-ons. He huffed slightly as he began counting off everything wrong with having fun in life to Wolfkit. "You'd be wasting resources, most likely promoting the spread of disease since you don't know if that's clean or not, you'd be disrespecting an apprentice since you're just a kit, not to mention basic etiquette, and don't even get me started on-"

    Starclan! Wolfkit could physically feel the rush of air coming at his face. Spluttering, his ears flattened back and he felt his claws slip out in defense. With wide eyes, he did the only thing he could think of ... and chucked the moss ball right at Timbrepaws' nose.

    Timbrepaw's nasally voice cracked into a terrified shriek as he was nailed in the face mid-sentence. He staggered backwards and shook his head violently in an attempt to knock off the slightly damp wad of moss. Windstar's whiskers, it smelled like nature!


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    Smokepaw would laugh a bit at Timbrepaw as she came over, “u-um may I play?” she asked nevously, her claws heading the grass a bit she had always been a nervous little introvert but she was trying to break out of her metaphorical shell. Smokepaw would turn her blue eyes to Timbrepaw again, “i-it's just a piece of moss, Tmbrepaw.” she said a bit concerned why was he afraid of moss of all starclan things.
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    "C'mon Timbrepaw! You're nest is made out stronger stuff than you!"Taunted Wolfkit, laughing as the moss plopped down onto the group from Timbrepaws shocked face. The dumb face he pulled only made his laughter worse. Feeling a gaze on the group, Wolfkit glanced to see the bane of his calm persona eating a rabbit. Don't make a fool, you'll be fine.

    Tim wiped the remaining scraps of moss off his face with a forepaw. Just a piece of moss... Ugh, those two were lucky that the moss had been clean. He then looked down at Wolfkit, who was evidently staring at something else now. Well, two can play at that game. Tim picked up the moss he had shook off his face. "The only thing stronger than this stuff is your stench!" Tim then flung the wad at the top of Wolfkit's head, aiming to bury the little tom's head in the stuff. Despite the obvious rule break Tim had just performed, he couldn't help but giggle.


    Chilledkit stepped out of the nursery, her attention instantly caught by the game of moss ball her older clanmates were partaking in. The seal point kit bounded over, bright eyes gleaming at the prospect of play

    Wolfkit just caught Timbrepaws' sentence, distracted by Birdpaw again, when a wet pile of green sludge landed on his head. It slipped down the side of his face, oh Starclan oh Starclan it's disgusting! Hackled raised, he tried not to hack at the feel of it on his fur. Be strong! Don't show your weakness! But as the green thing continue to drip, and that just wasn't natural, Wolfkit yelped loudly and shook his fur wildly. "Get it off me!" Greenery flew off in the direction of Chilledkit and any cats near.

    OH NO NOT CHILLEDKIT NOOOOOOO


    Tim hopped from paw to paw as he attempted to dodge the flecks of green goop that went flying in every direction. He would have looked like he was dancing a merry jig had he not looked like someone was trying to set his toes on fire. His large yellow eyes were bulged out to a degree worthy of Steve Buscemi as tiny spots of green started dotting his long brown fur. "WOLFKIT! This stuff is impossible to get out!"

    MWHAHA! Everyone gets mossed! (:<


    "You should have thought of that BEFORE you threw it!" Yelled Wolfkit, resorting to rolling on his back to get the sludgy thing off. Ew, ew, ewww! He couldn't even really appreciate Timbrepaws' jig, except in the few glances he got rolling back and forth on the ground.


    Suddenly he had a better idea to get it off - "Hey Timmy... I think you need a hug. Right now." With a dung eating smile, he raced towards Timbrepaw, pelt still dripping with moss.


    Chilledkit squeaked when moss was flung onto her, but it was a joyous kit squeak. She laughed as she watched Wolfkit bound to Timbrepaw, grinning widely as she shook herself free of green.

    "Huh, what are you-" Timbrepaw's confused expression morphed into one of complete horror as he realized what Wolfkit was doing. "NONONONONO!" The tom, still light on his toes from his jig, began sprinting away from Wolfkit.