camp FROM EDEN ࿏ moss-ball debate

[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- “What?” The exclaim is incredulous, the kit who cried it wearing a shocked expression.
Moments ago, Pinekit had been happily batting a rolled up ball of moss into the reeds, flanked by any of her peers that had the inclination to join. A game blossomed, the goal being whichever randomly placed landmark. Of course, Pinekit was a natural.
Until- until now, she had batted the ball with all her might, confident in her precision, and it was almost perfect!
Almost.
The stupid thing had been pushed by the breeze last second, but it was only a whisker-length away from the stone she had been tasked to hit. Despite the silly objections from her peers that had begun to bubble, Pinekit knew she was in the right- and she would happily prove it, too.
“Nope, it counts- look how close it is. I say it counts! ” Her words are high-pitched with defense but firm, challenging her playmates to stand up to her with a fierce scrunch in her brow and defiant whisk of her short tail.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR THE SPIRIT OF DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[REEDSTRIKE]

the large, dark tom rustled his coat, just coming in from a quick excursion outside camp, his amber eyes locking onto some kits playing. sure, he wasn't a kit, but who was to decide who's games he could and couldn't judge? after all, he was a huge fan of games, and in a similar vein, messing with his clanmates. he had seen the small kit from across the clearing and wandered near, watching a ways away as the kits tossed around a moss-ball, attempting to hit a stone target. looked easy enough. or so he thought- reedstrike observed as a little tortie went to bat the moss-ball and seemingly missed. his whiskers twitched in interest as he heard a bunch of objections surface, and a high-pitched voice call over them, "nope, it counts- look how close it is. i say it counts!".

reed strode over behind the kits, glancing down at pinekit who seemed to be trying to defend her toss, and he plopped his heavy self down with a smirk on his face,"i dunno, kinda looked like you missed.." he had a teasing tone to his voice, moreso than he would ever have with any cat other than a kit. this was mainly due to the fact that he knew his appearance and size could be a little intimidating for kits, but hopefully this would help, "who's winning?" his tail swirled against the ground behind him, mischievous, eyeing the moss ball, tempted to show how easy it was. but he wasn't a little kit anymore, he couldn't be so easily tempted by games like this.. right?

✧ IT'S AN OLD SCAR — TRYING TO BLEACH IT OUT

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• ≫ large dark brown tabby with piercing amber eyes
  ≫ 20 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
  ≫ NPC x NPC (gen 1)
  ≫ semi-hard to befriend ; doesn't trust easily
  ≫ riverclan warrior. tags. #873427
  ≫ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ≫ light powerplay allowed

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[SWIFTFIRE]

I'VE LEARNED LOVE IS LIKE A BRICK — It felt surreal, thinking about how soon her own kits would be arriving. Watching kits play their little games outside of the nursery was far more interesting when she was imagining her own children among them, arguing over what did and didn't count into their scoring. Stumbling over their own paws as they fought to be the best of the best, without any context of the larger world around them. Or where they had come from, although that particular thought caused her ears to flick back slightly in displeasure. The queen knew she couldn't focus on that aspect of things, or her cheerful thoughts would twist into something far more disappointed and tired.

Desperate to avoid such a complication, she instead refocused on what was going on in front of her. During her daydreaming, she had apparently missed a rather important shot - or at least one that seemed important, given the amount of kitten shouting that was going on. Her head tilted over to one side, eying the rolled up ball of moss that seemed to be the point of contention. "Did it end up hitting the stone at all? Because if it didn't, I think that would mean you didn't score there, little one..." Her tone was similar to that of Reedstrike before her, soft and teasing and free of too much seriousness. Mainly because this was the only time where they would be able to just bicker and fight over the logistics of something so mundane. Kits had no reason to worry over dangerous things like who owned Sunningrocks or which clan was considered truly beloved by Starclan. All they had to deal with was the rules of games like moss-ball, and she was content to let them focus on it without all the extra worries.

YOU CAN BUILD A HOUSE ✿ OR SINK A DEAD BODY

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  ✧ shorthaired blue and red tabby chimera molly with green eyes
  ✧ 41 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ✧ bisexual; secretly mated to hush
  ✧ daughter of lilou and germaine
  ✧ formerly of the ripple colony; loyal to riverclan
  ✧ easy to befriend; desperate to improve the former colonists' reputation
  ✧ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✧ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[brookstorm]

Brookstorm still makes herself scarce around the nursery when she can help it. Lichentail does well to put her to work whenever her paws seem a little to empty, and what free time she has left is divided up between resting, eating - and then making sure that Robinheart is eating. While she hasn't had a long and proper conversation with the mottled she-cat yet, every first catch of her day is given to the young queen. Surely by now Robinheart knows its her (she can't have snuck meals into the other's nest without getting caught,) but their conversations are still nonexistent.

It's actually that very moment, when the mossball flies and the two older cats try to tease one of Iciclefang's prickly lot, that she tries to bring another meal for her ex partner. She is almost mesmerized by the way the cats casually talk with the kittens - some are natural parental figures, she supposes. Brookstorm takes a moment to wonder if this behavior extends into apprentices and if she's destined to forever feel aliened by the concept of youth in the Clan.

Her pause takes too much time and she admittedly has nothing to add. Pinekit hadn't hit her goal, and thus she didn't win - or earn the points? Whatever. It seemed simple to the blue molly. "Why don't you just try again?" Brookstorm asks, perhaps a little too blunt for a kitten.​

 

[STREAMKIT]

✧ . “ Nuh-uh! “ Streamkit protests the tortoiseshell kit’s claims alongside the rest of his team, white tipped paws stomping against the ground. “ You had t’ hit the rock! And ya didn’t! “ The small kit moves to investigate, a frosted muzzle a mere-whisker length from the mossball, and not at all near the rock. She missed.

“ See? “ he squeaks. The small kit moves to investigate, a frosted muzzle a mere-whisker length from the mossball, and not at all near the rock. “ You missed. “

In all honesty, Streamkit doesn’t get why Pinekit is so upset about not scoring, or why the rest of the kits care so much either, but he joins in anyway, because — this is part of the game, isn’t it? The fun of it’s really in the running around and tossing the mossball, but Streamkit supposes the fun part can’t come without this… shouty bit. So he shouts too, because… because everyone else is and… well, maybe they want their team to win for once!

But as Pinekit persists and warriors add their own professional opinions into the mix, Streamkit begins to grow bored of the shouty bit. Can’t they go back to playing now? River-blue eyes shift to Brookstorm at her voice, then to Pinekit and the almost-there moss ball.

“ Yeah… “ they agree with a small nod, “ Try again? “ If it meant getting back to the game, then Streamkit doesn't mind their own team losing points. ​

✦ ABOUT

• STREAMKIT ✦ AMAB. He / They. Kit of RiverClan.
  ✧ . A blue smoke tabby and white cat with blue eyes.
  ✧ . NPC x NPC
  ✧ . Mentor to be determined.
  ✧ . Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted!
  ✧ . Penned by Abri ‣ @_abri_ on discord, feel free to dm for plots!
  ✧ . " Speech " ; Attack
  

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[hazecloud]

It's to no ones surprise Iciclefangs identical child is so highly competitive. An ambitious soul, one that the girl's mother could be proud of as they're practically replicas of another. Of course the kittens ambitions reach into other levels of typical kit-behavior, and unfortunately Pinekit has shown to be a bit of a sore loser at her games.

"When you become an apprentice, 'almost' won't always help you." She advised gently. Hazecloud felt a near-miss was a far worse feeling than an entire botched hunt, in her experience. Brookstorm for once has a surprisingly good suggestion that might ease Pinekit's frustrations, and luckily Streamkit is just as enthused for it. ​

 

[snowkit]

-`♡´- "Nope, doesn't count!" Snowkit chirps cheerfully as she approaches the mossball and stone that are under scrutiny. It's a good thing the warriors were there to help them keep the game fair! Pinekit was really close though but...

"As game ruler, ruler of the game, I say that Pinekit gets no points because she missed the rock!" The pale tortoiseshell announces from her place by the ball. She had gotten bored of throwing the mossball around quite a bit ago, but still wanted to be involved. Hence, he assigned himself the job of game-ruler, counting up the points and taking charge of debates such as these!

"But, also! New rule, if you get it close enough you can try again one more time," Snowkit said loudly, 'cause Pinekit did kick it really close, "Only if it's super-duper close, though!"

Hazecloud offers a piece of wisdom that Snowkit nods along with on instinct (Hazecloud was a queen and queens usually said stuff that was really smart), and he agrees sagely, "Yeah, even apprentices don't get a point if they miss the rock..." That was a really smart thing to point out.

SUMMER CAME LIKE CINNAMON -`♡´- SO SWEET

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  — snowkit, kitten of riverclan!
  — he/him & she/her. OK w gendered terms! 2 moons old!
  — lilybloom x lakemoon. graykit's littermate !
  — a fluffy blue tortie w white & warm brown eyes
  — a happy, boisterous kitten with a big imagination
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by jay , pfp by lovette, funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- When it is not a kit to be the first to counter her argument, but a warrior, Pinekit’s gaze swivels towards the grown-up, his tease only sending budding frustration into full bloom.
The child parts her maw to say something in defiance, ready to ground herself to this clearly important hill. Swiftfire pitches in before she can get anything out, prompting a slacking jaw to snap shut into a contemplative pout.
Mama had taught her better than to mouth off to warriors, but right now Pinekit really wishes she was big, then she could tell them all to shut it. You missed! Streamkit declares.
“Did not!” Rebelliously, the brindled kit fires back, hardly acknowledging Brookstorms suggestion to try again. Hazeclouds statement is probably the most unhelpful towards Pinekit’s cause, but the child was clearly outnumbered here.
Without verbally admitted her defeat, Pinekit stomps towards her failure of a moss ball, “You can’t be ruler of the game if you aren’t playing.” Pinekit huffs in Snowkit’s direction, did a leader not fight in battle with their clanmates? Silly!
“Okay, give me a new target.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IF YOUR LOVE’S THE TRUTH ⋅ ࿏ ⋅ OR THE SPIRIT OF DECEIT ──┐‎

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  PINEKIT ✩ she/her, kit of riverclan, 2 moons.
  ⭃ plush-furred tortoiseshell she-kit with white dipped forepaws, tail tip, and muzzle and round, honey hued optics.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragkit && Crabkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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