pafp GENIUS CHILD // playing

[NIGHTKIT!]

Nightkit felt grateful over that his father had taken time to play with him, a new game on top of that. The ordinary games he played every single day had started to become boring, so he was relieved to actually get to play something new for a chance especially if it meant he get to spend some time with his father in the process. Nightkit had expressed he wished to play something new, something that could challenge him a bit. That was how the game had been introduced to him.

Father, had picked out different items from a pile of already existing items and placed them in front for him to see. Memorize them. Nightkit nodded his head carefully while refusing to look away from what Sootspot had presented in front of them. big Stone, black feather, leaf, dandelion,small stone, twig. It was in that exact order all of the items lay in front of them. Now, turn away.

Nightkit did what he had been told as he turned around to look elsewhere and waited patiently until he was allowed to turn back around again. Instantly he looked back down at his paws again only this time it was all empty, none of the items where no longer there. Put them back in the same order. The kit find the pile of items that lay randomized on the ground. So his job was to place them back in the same order?. That was why he had been suppose to memorize them. Nightkit started to understand how this new game worked now.

He took a step closer to the pile carefully glancing each one of the items over with complete focus. What was the order again?. First it was...a stone. Nightkit find the big stone and picked it up to place it at the front. Next it was a ...feather. Nightkit stared at all of the feathers that lay there in different colors until he found the black one. Picking it up walked back to where the stone was and placed it as second in line. Next was a leaf, and a dandelion. It didn't take long before he had collected these two as well and placed them in the correct order. Leaf first, and dandelion after. What was the fifth item again?. This time it took a bit longer as Nightkit thought hard on which one of the items were next.

Stone?. But he had already picked up a stone, wait, it was one more wasn't it?. A smaller one. Nightkit find it in the pile. Placing the small stone at it's rightful fifth place all that was left was one more. The sixth item. Once more he cast a glance over at the pile, thinking with narrowed concentrated eyes. It was a...twig. Nightkit put the last item down behind all of the others. Satisfied Nightkit returned back to his spot as he sat in front of the items and looked up at his father. " Done." he clarified with waiting patience to hear if he had passed or failed.

@SOOTSPOT


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[SOOTSPOT]

A generation ago, the tom would not have addressed a child, but instead a fully-fledged WindClan apprentice already a moon and a half into their training. WindClan had been absent at the time it was announced, dealing with traitors and sycophants within its ranks. Although it was not Sunstar's code to follow, their leader had decided to enforce it all the same and, consequently, he could see the talent of the young ones withering away before his very eyes. All were softer than any he'd known before, too busy wanting to play and sleep as if they were still one moon old.

He would not defy the law, but the law did not feel good enough for his own kittens.

They were stronger, better, and bound not by blood but by a common goal. They deserved more than what the Warrior Code gave them. All Sootspot could do was work around its limitations, and turn each restriction into a game that provided more value than mossball. It had not taken much time to set up his experiment for Nightkit, nor did it take much time for the other to take to it. Yellow-green eyes glinted as his son began to fiddle with the objects, watching with a chest puffed up like a rooster's at Nightkit's work.

The black tom looked to him for approval and Sootspot granted it with a smile. "A Tunneler needs four eyes. Two for the world above, two for the world below. When one pair closes, the other pair must remember what the resting ones saw." His ears twitched; there was no guarantee that Nightkit would be a Tunneler, not when he had a build more fitting of the Moor Runners.

Bramblekit promised a similar growth. It was only Heatherkit who was small and suddenly, calling her his favourite child felt much less like competition and more like reality. 'Is this another curse, StarClan? To have my inheritors be tall and gangly?' He cleared his throat, hastily collecting the items back into a pile with a few bats of his paw. "Well done. Do you want to play again?"

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[BLUEFROST]

Watching her eldest brother play with his kits is akin to watching a fox let a mouse shuffle across its paws. It causes her skin to crawl under her fur, to hear him temper his voice, to watch the way his slender, serpentine eyes round as he doles out praise. Nightkit is innocent, of course — the ebony-pelted little tom does as Sootspot commands, and he earns a smile from her badger-hearted sibling. "A tunneler needs four eyes," Sootspot lectures, and Bluefrost snorts; Nightkit, with his gangly build, is surely not destined for the tunnels as her small-framed brother is.

Her kits slumber, well-fed and milk-lipped, oblivious to the games their pseudo-cousins play. Bluefrost still hesitates to think of those kits as her kin — after all, who knows what Sootspot had done to get them under his claws. Still, she watches passively, privately grateful he has his own spawn to torment instead of turning those venomous eyes onto her own.

Their eyes are open, now, and soon their ears — she can only assume some of the earliest words they will hear are their uncle's vitriol.

She watches from the nursery entrance, but a kitten squeaks, calling her back to the nest she shares with them. It is for the best, she thinks, that her brother does not catch her watching him with Nightkit.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
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• Bluekit . Bluepaw . Bluefrost, she/her w/ feminine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 18 moons old, ages realistically on the 14th.
  — mentored by Sootstar ; mentoring Brackenpaw ; previously mentored n/a.
  — windclan queen. sootstar x weaselclaw, gen 2.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh blue smoke she-cat with white and emerald eyes. aloof, dignified, poised, haughty, composed, distant.
  
  

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