big fish, small town [wt]

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    CRICKETPAW

    According to the weekly task giver, whose name he couldn't not recall at the moment, Cricket was supposed to learn more about his clanmates, something that he'd been trying to accomplish for a while now. Luckily for the tom, he had a new secret weapon. Some of the kittens had been teaching him how to play moss ball, and although his hand eye coordination could use some work, he figured- what better way to interact with other's than to play a game with them? Sure, not everyone was on his level of immaturity, and therefore would not appreciate his efforts, but that applied to most of the things that he did, so Cricket was already prepared for disappointment. It would be a shame if no one were to join, though. Collecting some old moss from the elder's den and bunching it up into a suitable sphere-like shape, he paced into the center of Shadowclan's camp and sat down, snagging the moss ball on one of his claws. "Does anyone want to play a round of moss ball? I must warn you though, the rules will be different this time around, so it'll kind of resemble a game of catch. When you are in possession of the moss ball, you have to state a fact about yourself or tell us about something funny that happened to you." A nervous chuckle escaped his maw, as if he was regretting this already. "For example, since I'm holding it at the moment, I might as well go first. Uh, let's see- when I was young, I told my sisters that I knew how to fly. I then proceeded to jump off of a nearby roof. As you might expect from a stunt like that, I broke one of my hind-legs. It still pains me every now and then." With that he tossed the moss ball upwards into the air, and hoped that someone else would manage to catch it.

    Nightfright

    PUT THIS BROKEN DOLL BACK ON THE SHELF

    Nightfright reached a paw up, her claws catching in the moss ball as she brought it back to the ground. The molly then padded back to Cricketpaw, taking a seat beside him before speaking. "When I was a kit, I got stuck in a hole just beyond the walls of the nursery. The other kits and queens were outside the nursery listening to a meeting so I was stuck in there until someone heard my cries and fished me out." The warrior chuckled as she thought back on those times. She looked around before tossing the ball in the air herself and waiting to see if it would be caught again.

    "Speech"

    A white and tabby blur tumbled to the ground, trying to catch the moss ball that Nightfright had tossed into the air.


    "Ah, darn." Cloverpaw muttered, gritting her teeth as the moss ball bounced out of her paws. She grabbed it quickly before it got too far away and straightened up, trying to regain face. She flashed a quick grin.


    "Okay, uh, when I was little I thought that because I had a patch of tabby fur over my left eye that it meant that I could see things differently from that eye, so I'd walk around with my right eye closed and I would always be tripping over stuff and just generally being a klutz." the apprentice admitted, a light chuckle escaping her. She shrugged, not sure if she should say something else, then she awkwardly tossed the moss ball up into the air for the next person to catch.

    sorrelfire

    traditional shadowclan deputy


    whiskers twitching, the deputy caught the mossball with a claw, snagging it down. she remembered when nightfright had gotten stuck in that bush. ah it seemed like a lifetime ago. "let's see... as a kit when i found out that i was half riverclan, i thought that meant i naturally knew how to swim, so i jumped in a river and almost drowned. boy was i wrong about swimming. flaxenstar had to fish me out. " she admitted with a small laugh. to be young and that thoughtless again, to act on spur of the moment things. it seemed like decades had passed since she was that innocent. with a smile, she raised her paw and aimed for the next feline to catch it.



    (c)trexgirl

    CRICKETPAW

    Much to his releif, someone caught the moss ball instead of letting it awkwardly fall back to the ground. Glancing over at Nightfright, who had taken up the spot at his side, he would let out a barely concealed bout of laughter at her story. He could just imagine walking by the nursery only to see a kitten's upper half peeking out. Her situation was quite comical, and unlike his, didn't involve any broken bones. A win-win situation. "Why did you even try to squeeze yourself through a hole in the first place?" The tom questioned, his laughter fading away into a grin. He then watched as the piece of moss was tossed back into the air, and caught by Cloverpaw. Well... she didn't catch the ball so much as tumble after it, but still. Her story was also laughter worthy, though this time he managed to contain his snickers. Although... her logic wasn't all that flawed. If one of your eyes- or the area surrounding it in this case, was different than the other, it kind of made sense that your vision out of that side would be different too. He pondered over this for a minute before shrugging.


    Once again the ball was thrown, this time landing into the possession of Sorrelfire. Her story about swimming reminded Cricket of his own experience with the sport. Upon seeing his parents swimming in a nearby river, he had jumped in after them thinking that if they could do it, why couldn't he? Unfortunately this wasn't the case, and his assumption caused him to nearly drown. After being fished out of the water and given a stern talking to, the feline had learned his lesson. As the moss ball went sailing back his way, it was with great dexterity that he leapt up and caught it between his jaws. This led to him almost choking on it, but oh well. Within seconds he had dropped it onto the ground, and was trying to think of another short story to tell. "When I was younger, there was a small dog that lived not too far from us. She was around my age, and not too much bigger than you or I. And although my parents told me not to go near her, since dogs are known for harassing cats, I decided to go against their wishes and visit her every once in a while. The two of us became fast friends, and would go on all sorts of adventures together. Until one day when she... well, she disappeared without a warning. Just like that. I never saw her again. Maybe she died, or got bored of me, or was taken away by humans- I don't know."

    Nightfright

    PUT THIS BROKEN DOLL BACK ON THE SHELF

    the warrior chuckled and shrugged her shoulders; "hey! it seemed like a good idea at the time!" she whined before settling back down in her spot, her tail wrapping around her front paws. she listened to the story told by cloverpaw, chuckling at the silliness that seemed to occur in kithood for everybody. nightfright remembered when flaxenstar had brought back the bedraggled sorrelfire back to the nursery after her dip in the river. the deputy had been lucky their leader had been around to fish her out before it was too late.

    nightfright offered a soft noise of sympathy towards cricketpaw's second story. the molly had lost many friends and family over her lifetime and understood the great pain that came with it. she offered a nudge and a smile before pulling the mossball towards her with a claw to tell the next story. "when i was, i think i was eight moons or thereabouts, and i was on a patrol with sorrelfire and another warrior. the two of us decided to stray off and do some exploring. we had been playing around at stoneroots when i tripped over something, i wasn't sure what. before i could see it, the snake bit me on the leg before sorrelfire shooed it away. our warrior heard me scream and came to us. she carried me back to camp and i spent nearly a moon in the medicine cat den recovering."

    "Speech"

    NOEYES

    Queen - American Curl - Roleplayed by rhybbear

    ((I'm not your ghost anymore))

    the cold day brewed with a gentle breeze ruffli g those who were out if their den. Per usual she was on top of her designated tree stump to watch the game. Well... 'watch'. More as listen in to the ongoings of the task she has given to the younger apprentice. She was proud of herself she instructed him with this. Now their clanmates can get to know each other and bond. Deciding to perhaps join in on the fun, she walked over after hopping down from her spot. Coming up next to Cloverpaw, when the moss ball was thrown next it hit her in the face. It nearly got stuck in her eye socket. Placing her paw on the ball, she cleared her throat. "I.. I don't remember much of my past but... I remember a few things. I had an affinity to climbing trees and I dared myself to go higher each and every time. I fell one day and it gave me the wound you see today!" She didn't sound sad or dissapointed. She was cheerful and wanted to share something about her before swatting the air a few times. She kept missing the cluster of moss until she finally did.



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