pafp Cradle to the grave ꒷꒦ Moss ball

[Puddlekit..]

The title of kit and the place that is the nursery has never solely belonged to Puddlekit or her siblings. That much she is aware of and yet she is scandalised all the same when new life is brought to camp and given those same experiences. Splotched tail sways, in her eyes it's the same way as snakes bodies rattle in stories. She seethes, making no real effort to hide it from those around her. The object of ire today was Ivorykit, the glare that those rustic eyes give the young girl is heated enough for fur to alight in flames! At least… That's what would happen in Puddlekit’s ideal world.

In her opinion, out of that trip Ivorykit so far seemed to be the nicest. She is blissfully unaware of the fact that she doesn't truly have to interact with any of them at all. Instead, she goes out of her way to have paths align, today is no different. One of the nursery denizens leaves a moss ball unattended and she is the first on the scene to inspect it. Prodding a pudgy paw at the green lump, looking back at the kitten of interest her whiskers twitch. Hm.

“Ivorykit” She doesn't raise her voice above its normal range, neutrality settling on her face instead of the previous thinly veiled frustration. Rearing her paw back she bats the moss ball as hard as she can in the direction of the younger kit. The goal wasn't to hit her with it but if that's what happened then Puddlekit would consider it the will of the stars. There's a pause before she blinks at the other kit, extending a paw from where she stood to beckon her. An unspoken expectation of an attempt to bat the ball back at her, the chimera is not known for kit games and while this would be perceived as one in her mind it wasn't. This is merely a test of strength and endurance from an opponent.

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 3 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[Ivorykit]

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IVORYKIT ✧ MAGGOTFUR X SNAKEHISS​

✧ kit of shadowclan // no former ranks.
✧ cis female // she/her
✧ bisexual // biromantic // monogamous.
✧ 01 moons // ages on the 8th of each month.
✧ partially blind in her right eye.
✧ polydactyl // part maine coon.
✧ played by @helly // tags ✧ toyhou.se ✧ adopt thread
✧ speech is in "#aec5d0"

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Ivorykit had been minding her business playing with the carcass of a bug she'd found in the nursery floor when she heard her name, turned, and spotted another kit. "Huh? What want?" She asked, tilting her head as she turned fully towards the molly. The moss ball hit her front paws and she stared at it, unblinking and then back up at Puddlekit. "What do this?" Ivorykit's simple speech would be paired with another tilt of her head and wide, unblinking eyes on the other kit. What in Starclan's name was this molly wanting from her?​

 

[FORESTSHADE]

Forestshade's ears flick toward the sound of the kits, catching Puddlekit's voice and the soft thud of a moss ball. Though she can't see what's happening, she can get the idea. Her whiskers twitch, amused as she turns her head in the direction of the nursery. She strides over, her steps guided by the familiar terrain of camp she’s grown so used to over the seasons. She stops a short distance away, her head tilting slightly. "What are you doing?" She turns her head toward where Ivorykit sits. "Ivorykit, don't just sit there. Go on, give it a try - bat the moss back."

Her expression quirks into a well-meaning smirk as she directs her attention back to Puddlekit. "If you want a real challenge, come find me for any game of mossball. We'll see how quick you really are." It’s a rarity for the lead warrior to want to hang out with kits, but perhaps it’s nostalgia that has her rooted in place. Memories of flicking a mossball about to teach Sweetpaw how to follow sound swiftly flood her mind. Even if it seems like a game, it really does teach lessons needed as a warrior.
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