In order to celebrate the Sun's glorious return to the land of which shadows rolled across their home, Junekit felt like playing a game with the rest of the clan. It was a real easy game, a game that he remembered playing some time ago— he couldn't remember when he had, it's been a long time since he's been able to, but he remembered it being really fun! Junekit had gone about through a more clear part of camp to set up two make-shift goals. There would be two large sticks forced into the ground parallel to each other one on side and it would be the same on the other with the sticks separated some distance apart. It was the best the child of three months could do with such a tiny body.
In the middle, Junekit sat with a ball of moss in between his paws. The tall child would kick it around a little in his paws, the concentration evident in his gaze as he bit down lightly on his tongue. He kicks at the ball of moss, sending it flying vertically in the air where June would try to have it land on his muzzle. He'd totally forgotten what he was trying to do but it was perhaps only natural, being a child with an relatively short attention span. "Ah, I did it!" The boy exclaimed as he performs his little trick and even seemed surprised himself that he managed to do it. Dropping the moss ball onto the ground, Junekit suddenly remembers that he was supposed to be hosting a game, not play by himself. "Hey! Does anyone wanna play a game of moss ball with me? It's super fun and if you don't know how to play, I can teach you!"