pafp "I'm innocent, I swear!!" : ̗̀➛ mossball fight

[erminekit]

ERMINEKIT​

he/him || 3 moons || WindClan Kit​

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On today's agenda was the typical things; eat, be the best kit in the whole of WindClan, and cause general havoc. Yup, Erminekit was completely booked up, not a single time slot was open! A really busy guy. The mouse he'd had that morning sits warm in his belly, and now he just has to figure out what he's going to do next, take a nap, or play a little game. Well... the answer seems quite obvious now that he's thought about it, doesn't it? Who'd want to take a nap? Boring! Play time it is!

Dashing over to his nest in the nursery, white tipped paws pushing back some of the materials to get to his prize: a perfectly sculpted moss-ball he kept hidden from everyone else. It's his prize... no one else is allowed to get their paws on it just in case they destroy it. Oh boy, the unfortunate soul who ruined his very favorite moss-ball would never be redeemed of the atrocity in Erminekit's eyes. Prize in tow, Erminekit trots into the clearing again, where there's a little more space to play, and settles down to bat the toy around, fur puffed out as he chases after it and then tosses it into the air again all the while mrowing with delight as he plays by himself. It wasn't that Erminekit didn't have any friends to play with (because he totally does and anyone who says otherwise is a liar and is slandering his good name!), but playing by himself was just as much - sometimes even more - fun than playing with other kits his age.

"Hya! Take that you fiendish beast!" Erminekit declares as he kicks the toy away from himself, quickly dashing to get to the other side of it, scooping it up with his claws and throwing it again except - oh no - he threw it too far!!! No!!! And, oh great StarClan... it's heading right for Featherspine!! NOOOO!!! ANYONE BUT HER!! SHE ALWAYS LOOKS SO MEAN AND SHE MIGHT YELL AT HIM!! "STOP THAT MOSS-BALL!!!" He cried, sprinting after it in the warrior's direction, trying desperately to get there first, but... his legs are still too short to be particularly speedy...!

{please wait for @FEATHERSPINE before replying !!} ​

 

[FEATHERSPINE]

Featherspine did not pay much attention to the kittens- looking at them often sent a javelin through his stomach, a weird discomfited feeling- something between wanting to be that small again, and not wanting to ever be reminded that she was. It was an odd pummel of nostalgia that churned his stomach, stung spearlike through him, one that lingered bitterly on his tongue. The noise of playing was as grating, but ignorable, as cicada-chorus ... after long enough she could forget about it. Yellow eyes fluttered closed, and the marble-striped warrior leant down to take a bite from his meal.

Like everything peaceful, it was ephemeral. Thwack- he felt it more than it made a noise, a kitten-paw sending a rather dense wad of moss flying directly into the centre of his head. It hit bullseye, the four-pointed star set between furrowed brows. Sun-glaring eyes widened with abject horror, stunned plainly- oh, the nerve of it! And it happened every single time she just wanted a moment to herself...

Slitted pupils zeroed in upon the mossball that sat sadly on the ground, having bounced right off his skull. Erminekit's anguished cry had been very difficult to miss... and instead of just whirling in annoyance, Featherspine decided he would keep his anger guarded for the moment. With scarcely-twitching lashes, Featherspine murmured, "Hmm, what's this? Must have fallen off a nest or something..." He kept his scowl, mild annoyance running deep beneath his fur. If the kitten wanted this back, he would have to work for it. "I think I should just throw it away."​

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