moss ball game - open!

Getting back into things after being a little sick was a bit... nerve-wracking, like what if she wasn't better? What ifs flew through her head constantly but was only broken by a small kittens voice, calling for playmates to a game of mossball. Mossball couldn't hurt, right...? Right, it was a harmless game that cutesy little kittens played- oh Starclan even she still played it!
With a sweet smile the girl trotted over, her long-furred tail blowing in the slight breeze as the mass of fluff sat down, head craning to look at the little one. Honeykit, correct? Well, if she remembered correctly, Honeykit was Charcoalpaw's sister and anything that meant well to Charcoalpaw meant well for her! A blush-y smile replaced the sweet one as her heart thumped in her chest. "You wouldn't have room for me, would you? I'd love to play!" she'd purr out gently, watching her bat around the mossy ball with her small little paws. Kittens were so cute!

Growing up all on her lonesome made her clueless to the normal. Moss ball wasn't something she learned or even heard of. It was foreign to her ears, and she wasn't sure if that was a bad thing. From the look of cloudedpaw and honeykit, she could assume it was meant to be something fun. Fun... She never really had that much fun. With others especially. It was just her, sometimes her father, and mostly nature. The rustle of the trees was and still is her friend. Still, at some point it was lonely finding comfort in nature than a living being. Especially cats that were part of the same clan.

With a quick stretch, she made her way to the pair. It's nice to see them get along so well. "What's moss ball? How do you... Play moss ball?" Maybe it was a sad thing for them to hear, but she was curious. She knew what a moss ball was, but a game called moss ball? That wasn't in her list of definitions.

The fluffy boy was quick to arrive as his sister called out for a game. He bumbled over, skidding to a halt beside her and glancing up at Cloudedpaw and Arcticwind. His attention honed in on the latter as she inquired as to what exactly was meant by playing moss ball. "Well, you just kinda kick a moss ball around!" Rootkit explained simply, offering a beaming grin to accompany his response. He felt big and smart to be teaching a warrior about something! The boy turned his light copper gaze back to Honeykit, giving his sister a light nudge on the shoulder. "We can teach you, no problem, huh Honeykit?"

"I'LL BE YOUR WHIPPING BOY" & TAGS

THIS IS MY MIXTAPE FOR HER —— 💫

Physical activity wasn't as easy as it used to be. Teddy felt sluggish, tired, more willing to take a nap and keep his tail from moving as long as possible. So of course, hearing everyone talk about cute kittens playing cute games Teddy would approach with a small smile, "Ill sit by, in case anyone slips or gets hurt" he purrs, eager to just sit down and no do anything for a while. Hopefully Lavenderstar wouldn't mind.

"SPEECH"

it's like I wrote every note

✦ ✧ ✦ Mossball was the kind of game that, no matter how long or how much you played it, you could just never grow bored of it. Maybe that wasn't true for everyone, but it sure was for the athletic, full-of-energy Maplekit. She was always looking for something to entertain her and bide her time until she could become an apprentice, and since mossball was a pretty common, well-liked game, she'd found herself joining and initiating the game many times. It wasn't as fun as spooking warriors or apprentices, but it for sure didn't lead to as many scoldings.

"I'll play," Maplekit announced matter-of-factly as she joined her siblings in the small group, head and tail both raised high and proud while she trotted over. Amber eyes fixated on Arcticwind as she sat down, Maplekit tilted her spotted head to one side, tail gently flicking the ground as she looked towards the warrior with questioning eyes, "You don't know how to play mossball?" she asked incredulously, raising her eyebrows at the older cat. She wasn't exactly trying to be rude, though it may have come out that way, but it just surprised her that a warrior didn't know how to play the most basic of games. Even young kits knew how to play it! But, since she liked Arcticwind, especially after their little interaction during the ambush, she'd maybe help him out a little bit. "You kinda just hit it around," she explained simply and with a casual tone, attempting to initiate the game by batting the ball towards the warrior. Then gesturing with her nose towards the two pebble goals Honeykit had set up, she continued, "And I think we need to get it through there."

CHARCOALPAW

★ skyclan ★ apprentice ★ male

charcoalpaw spotted the familiar pelts of his siblings before he heard them. a in spread across his face. he watched them, thankful that none of them had inherited what he had. “what are they up too...”, he asked himself. but the question was answered when a light green moss ball went flying. a delighted smile crossed his lips. the ashen apprentice picked his way over quickly, clearing his throat to announce his presence. charcoalpaw flashed a smile at cloudedpaw. he was happy she got along with his siblings because nine times out of ten, it was the opposite. “mind if i join in too?” but big brother didn’t need permission, he could just knock them down with a paw and take it. charcoalpaw however would not do that, he was too sweet.

description ★ "speech" ★ thoughts

☁ Stormpaw would've liked to have said that since her apprentice ceremony, her love for kit-like games decreased. But unfortunately, what she would've liked to have said wasn't quite the truth. And the sound of a round or two of mossball, silver ears perked up, head following suite with a fast turn to the source. The apprentice had only just reached her new rank, barely six moons into her life... her tendencies as a kit still made up the majority of her being. And wanting to beat everyone at mossball was not a habit easily kicked.

Feeling despite herself, her paws carried her over to the gathering group, slowing herself down as to not appear over-excited. Head held high she spoke, "I'll join. I'm the best at mossball."

"speech"

I t had been a while since Heron had played any games - at least those that didn't involve entertaining her younger children with clicks of her tail. Or pretending to act as an enemy to punce on. Still, despite wanting to join in, there were quite a few cats offering to join already. Heronswoop did not want to make the teams. "I think I'll watch for now," Heron mewed with a laugh. "But I'll be keeping an eye to ensure things aren't too rough!"