camp LEFTOVERS ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 PLAYING MOSSBALL

[SHEEPPAW]

He strolls into camp, his head held high and in his jaws... a mossball. He halts in the center of camp, dark plumy tail held up in a greeting to all who pass by the long - limbed apprentice. He settles onto his haunches, dropping the mossball that was between his teeth. He raises a darkened paw towards the sky, the autumn sunrays beaming down upon the camp.

He may be an older apprentice and all, but like... where is the fun in always doing boring tasks all the time? Sure, he does his duties like a good little windclanner but ugh. It gets boring! But, that changes starting today. She inserts herself with a self - proclaimed title of MOSSBALL CHAMPION. Sheeppaw proceeds to clear her throat, badly mimicking Sunstar's tone, making an announcement. "Let all cats reckon, they could tangle toes with... the mossball playing champion!" She puffs up her black-and-white coat, snagging the mossball with a claw with a grin placed on her face. "GIVE ME YOUR BEST SHOT!"

The ball was tossed up lightly, she let it roll across the ground in front of him before all four charcoal - dusted legs slid into a crouch in preparation for launching himself to the nearest cat. She keeps her claws sheathed, of course, she doesn't want to hurt anybody. He perks up when the first cat comes forth to steal the mossball away, the black smoke leaps. He is in the air until eventually... he crashes into the sand forelimbs first. He lets out a muffled– "Wha-!" His maw is open, and he wrinkles up his muzzle spluttering at the bits of sand that got on his tongue. Yuck! "Oh no, Sheeppaw loses the moss! His attack was too weak! What will the daring newcomer throw at the apprentice NEXT?!" He rises onto his paws with a shake of his coat, getting rid of the dust that clung to his fur.

⊹ ⏜ ۫ . 𝙎𝙉𝙊𝙊𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙐𝘿𝙎 ᶻ 𝘾𝘼𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙇𝘼𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙐𝙄𝙇𝘿

• ooc. feel free to be the cat who steals the mossball away from sheep!
  warriors are welcomed! just play along with him :3c
• no ref yet </3
• ( HEY! WHATCHA GOT? ) ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ SHEEPPAW. ╱ windclan apprentice.
  ⤷ closeted genderfluid ; HE / SHE ; not opposed to gendered terms
  ⸝⸝ CURRENTLY 11 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 29TH.
  ✶ undecided / not actively looking / open to puppy-crushes
  ✶ a lanky, longhaired black smoke with high white and blue eyes
  ✶ thoughts ; "Speech, B9D6F2" ; attacks only
  ✶ may powerplay minor harm ╱ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted
  ✶ smells like night air & windblown heather
  — all opinions are ic
  
  → biography / @ on discord for plots
  — penned by calzone
  

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[bramblekit -]

✦ There wasn't very much to do as a kitten besides sleep, eat, and play games, and Bramblekit had had her fill of the former for the day. A part of her, the part that reared its head whenever irritation bristled beneath her fur, wanted to take papa to Sunstar or Scorchstreak and have him demand that the tabby kitten be made an apprentice already. There wouldn't be any harm in that, would there? Of course not. It would only be a few weeks early, and she didn't need the big ceremony that came with a meeting, especially if it would distract from Nightkit and Heatherkit, so her being made an apprentice could just be quietly declared. Except, that would probably bother the council. She didn't want to bother them. Irritation flared again, but the dark tabby knew she could wait.

The golden eyed girl had just been staring down a grasshopper, deciding whether to chase it, when Sheepppaw's voiced boomed from nearby. Paw to the sky, fur bristled, mossball by the claw, all worked in tandem to paint the monochrome apprentice as infinitely more interesting than the grasshopper. Was Bramblekit too young to play with Sheeppaw? The game was mossball, and she knew how to play, and if she can play the game surely she could play with him. To address her own concern, she declared, "You can't be the champion! You're too old!" and stole closer to dethrone the champion.

She dove toward the mossball in a mess of gangly limbs and too-long fur too unwieldy to control - and apparently too unpredictable to counter. "HA!" She crowed, falling onto her side with the mossball tucked tight against her chest. Dark paws hammered against the ball, charging up for a mighty kick that sent the ball soaring toward her opponent. She scrambled to race after it. "My super kick is too powerful for you!"​