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It felt like a glum morning.
After having her first meal, Maizeykit sighed dramatically up at the overcast sky. It seemed there wasn't much to do. Most of the older cats had gone on patrols or hunts, leaving her with no one to bother except the other kits and the rare lingerer in camp. Well, that was better than nothing at least. Maybe one of them would want to play a game? Hmm, what game though?
That was when the ginger tabby had an idea. An elder had told her about this popular game once, but she'd never had the chance to try it herself. She padded into the quiet cove of the nursery and found her nest. Being careful not to disturb the resting queens, Maizey pawed off a tiny section of the moss and then rolled it outside. By then, it was in the relative shape of a sphere -- Perfect for a game of Mossball.
Maizeykit scanned the camp once again for anyone she could find, holding the crumpled ball of moss under one paw. She then sucked in a deep breath and called out with a clear meow,
"Who wants to play mossball?! Come join me!"