pafp A Game of Chance ⧖ Moss Game

[Chatterkit]

Chatterkit

Status: Series

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Chatterkit sought his brother out amongst the lounging cats in camp. The long-furred sibling located and swiftly moved towards him, slotting himself beside the other. "I have a game. Let us play it. Follow me." He waves his tail and turns back towards the nursery. He had thought up a game recently and he needed someone to test it with. Arriving at the location where he had stored his supplies he gestures for Pearlkit to sit. "So. In this game, I shall hide the pebble amongst one of these piles of moss, shuffle them around, and you must select which pile it is under. But you will have to turn your back and close your eyes when I do this. NO peeking." That was important. This wouldn't work if his brother peeked. He squinted at the other all serious like. If he's brother peeked he wouldn't be able to tell if this game was fun, or worked. "If you are ready, we shall begin." He waited for his brother to turn around before he began the game.
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I Don't Start Fights ⧖────⧖────⧖ But I'll Handle You Just Fine

• OOC: Wait for @pearlkit 𓇼⋆｡˚𓆝
• Chatterkit - Blue Ticked Tabby w/ Low White and Heterochromia Blue and Copper Eyes
  ⧖ He/They ⧖ Riverclan Kit ⧖ Penned by Snowy ⧖ 02 moons
  ⧖ Contact TimelordSnowy on Discord for plotting
  ⧖ "Speech"
  ⧖ Thoughts

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[pearlkit 𓇼⋆｡˚𓆝]

Pearlkit doesn't look up right away when Chatterkit approaches—he's sprawled out in the sun, half-lidded eyes watching a butterfly flicker just out of reach. But the moment his brother says I have a game, his ears twitch. A slow, crooked grin tugs at the corner of his mouth. "A game, huh?" he drawls, already pushing himself to his paws. "This isn't going to end with me covered in mud again, is it?"

He doesn't wait for an answer. He follows Chatterkit, tail flicking lazily behind him, steps light with amusement. There's something magnetic about his brother's energy—sharp, determined, like he's got the whole thing figured out already. Pearlkit likes that. Likes the way Chatterkit throws himself into ideas with everything he has. When they reach the pile of moss, he plops down with exaggerated flair, as if he's doing Chatterkit a grand favor. "Alright, oh mighty game master," he says, voice full of mock drama. "A pebble and some moss. Sounds riveting."

Still, he listens. Lets the grin fade just enough to meet Chatterkit's serious squint with an equally intense one, though his eyes are dancing. "No peeking. Got it." He turns around, flopping onto his side and throwing a paw dramatically over his eyes. "I am but a humble participant," he intones. "Totally not peeking. Completely and utterly trusting you."

Pause.

Then a muffled snicker.

"I better get a prize if I win."​

 

[mayflypaw]

Mayflypaw-

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Camp is buzzing with life, and there's so many little sets of paws now scampering around, it's hard not to smile. I observe the little ones, a breath of fresh air in a clan still recovering from past hardships. The swagger in their steps and glimmer in their eyes promise a fun time, and I'm eager to approach. Playing a game huh? This could prove interesting. "Hey there, mind if I play too?" I ask, my pale green eyes twinkling in anticipation. I then copy Pearlkit's pose, turning away from Chatterkit and their game pieces, with a striped paw covering my eyes. This was much better than cleaning out the Elder's den for the seemingly hundredth time. Chores could wait. Besides, there was a potential prize on the line. Game on!

RIVERCLAN APPRENTICE ⋆ 11 MOONS ⋆ TAGS​

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