no angst night lights are bright / mossball

[PINEFANG.]

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He was rather energetic. Too energetic for his own good, really. Yes, sparring, going on patrols, and hunting were all good outlets. But sometimes, sometimes the kittens had too much energy too. So why not knock out two birds with one stone? Or maybe even another warrior an apprentice that needed to get some energy out - that'd be fine too.

Plus, maybe, he'd actually make some bonds with more of his Clanmates this way. Pinefang made a ball of moss, though it wasn't as soft as typical moss. Beggars couldn't be choosers during this time, though. He sat down, curling his tail around his paws. "Anyone up for a game of mossball?"
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[MAPLETUFT]

Mapletuft returns from a hunt absolutely exhausted and empty-pawed, the growing cold only forcing the prey to bury further and further in to the dirt, or flee to warmer spots. Frustration laces her thoughts in a neat little bow as she gives her patrol an apologetic nod to dismiss them, ears swiveling backwards as she begins to make her way towards the warriors den.

Anyone up for a game of mossball?

She hesitates in her step, eyes sliding over to where Pinefang sat, playing his words in her head. She had a lot to do, today, and she was already on the way to go warm up briefly in her nest before she left out again... But the urge to be able to relax in to a kit-game she hadn't exactly played since her kits were... well... kits, is extremely tempting. To live vicariously in her past through a game of current moss ball... "... You can count me in," she murmurs gently, dipping her head, rolling her shoulders back as she comes up to loosen them from the stress that drags.

𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖭 𝖳𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖬𝖮𝖮𝖭 𝖨𝖲 𝖡𝖨𝖦 𝖠𝖭𝖣 𝖡𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳 *•.🍁.•* 𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖠 𝖲𝖴𝖯𝖤𝖱𝖭𝖠𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖫 𝖣𝖤𝖫𝖨𝖦𝖧𝖳

• ❥ mapletuft ʚ♡ɞ cider
  ❥ cis female ʚ♡ɞ she/her ʚ♡ɞ 54 months
  ❥ shadowclan deputy ʚ♡ɞ mentoring lavenderpaw
  ❥ long-furred chocolate torbie/cinnamon tabby chimera ʚ♡ɞ elegant & flowy
  ❥ "speech, F17E23" ʚ♡ɞ thoughts
  ❥ widowed ʚ♡ɞ bisexual
  ❥ smells like spice & cool night air ʚ♡ɞ warm & crisp
  ❥ penned by chuff

 

[Ternstar.]

FROM COFFIN TO THE CRADLE
I GOT DEMONS, I GOT ANGELS​

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ternfrost ♛ 24 moons ♛ female ♛ she/her ♛ shadowclan queen ​

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Ternfrost is certainly not the first cat one would think of when they hear the words mossball - she's never been a social creature after all, and certainly not someone that others find approachable. But motherhood leaves the molly with far too much time on her paws and little to do with it, and so ears perk at Pinefangs call. Tal flicks slowly, contemplating, before darting glances towards her own bundle of kits. " Only if you are ready to lose, " she hums.

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