camp SHES A PAINKILLER [ ✦ ] mossball throwing

[Halfsun]

Mossball is not a foreign concept to Halfkit, but it is a versatile game. One that can have many different sets of rules and goals. Sometimes, if the nursery was full, you could have multiple teams, one kit stands on one end of the designated mossball zone and the other stands at the other and then the kits seperate into teams and the goal is to get the mossball past the guards. Whoever gets the most points wins. Except Halfkit thinks thats BORING and shes not very good at keeping score all the time. Plus there wasn't nearly enough kits in the nursery to play that way. Currently, it was just her and Tanglekit so if she wanted to find someone to play with them she had to start looking elsewhere.

Whitepaw was an apprentice she only vaguely knew, there were so many new faces that sometimes it was difficult to keep track of them all. She liked it much better when there was only one life in her head, when she was just Halfkit of ShadowClan but now she must also be Lark-kit of WindClan somehow. It felt like she was learning almost everything all over again and sometimes that frustrated her so it was nice when she went back to things that she knew. Like moss ball.

With one frosted paw, she reaches out and bats the ball in the snowy apprentice's direction. She looked like she had absolutely nothing going on so that meant she would probably want to play right? "Whitepaw! Do you wanna play with me? It's a game I just made up" she says as she bounds over to retrieve the ball. "We throw the moss ball as far as we can and whoever gets it the farthest wins!" She thinks herself pretty clever for coming up with this new spin on the game, never mind that its probably been done by countless other kits. "Okay so you have to stand here NO here when you throw" she points to one spot then another, only vaguely gesturing to a location. "Okayyyy ready? Go! Throw!" and she watches with eager anticipation to see how far Whitepaw's moss ball would go.

// please wait for @whitepaw
I thought it would be fun if everyone who participated rolled 1d20 in the discord to see how far their ball would go but its not required!

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[whitedawn]

Whitepaw, like some others, had complex feelings about the new kits. Having never ventured to Shadowclan, it didn't feel right to believe something wasn't wrong within the marsh-residing clan. And yet, were they not fighting against Shadowclan moons ago? It felt hard to believe that Sootstar would trust a warrior from that clan. However, it wasn't any fault of the kits themselves, and hopefully, she could provide them a little company and fun for the time being. Whitepaw was often one to enjoy hosting games for her younger clanmates, and her attention was grabbed by Lark-kit, who suggested a game of throwing a mossball. It was a little different than the usual games she hosted, but it was a game nonetheless. Moving to where the young tortie wished, the albino apprentice took a mere second to observe her bustling clanmates. Hopefully, none of them would get hit by accident. Taking the moss ball in her teeth, the tunneler apprentice reared back before throwing it across camp. Blinking in surprise at the distance it went, she glanced down at the small kit. "Oh dear... I can go get it!"

// late; Backwritten to before the kits got returned home ofc <3 White rolled a big ole 20 and threw it across camp! If someone wants to get hit with it feel free for sillies <3​

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[PEONYBREEZE]

❀༉˖° He was being attacked.

Peonypaw grunted and stopped in his hurried tracks as he got hit square in the face. The unexpectedness of it all made his tail flick with irritation, but the moment he gained some clarity, it was all but gone.

"You hit a moving target. Nice work." It was a genuine compliment thrown Whitepaw's way as she started making it towards him. He shook his head - he would bring it back to them, already dipping down to grab the mossball. That thing stung with the speed it had been thrown.

It was then he noticed Whitepaw's companion, and if he had to guess, the one who initiated the game. Mossballs were a beloved thing for kittens, after all. "Let's see how far you can throw."

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[Halfsun]

When Whitepaw throws her moss ball Halfkit watches with wide eyes as it sails across the camp. There was no way she was going to be able to beat a throw like that! No fair! Obviously it was because Whitepaw was older than her, her legs were bigger and therefor that meant she was better at throwing then Halfkit was. That's how it worked right? Still, despite the burning jealousy that curdles in her chest she cannot help but let out a peal of laughter when the ball hits Peonypaw. "OHMYGOSH!" she exclaims, still howling with amusement. "I wasn;t expecting you to HIT someone! Good throw! Extra points for that!" points had not been a thing when she started this game but they certainly were now! How could they not be? With a throw as impressive as that how was anyone else meant to win?

Whitepaw's poor victim bends down and scoops the moss ball up, and Halfkit thinks that maybe he will join them and that he was going to throw it but instead he offers it to her, to which Halfkit promptly shakes her head no. "No no no I can't play. I gotta keep track of the score! You go ahead Peonypaw I wanna see you throw!" she insists even though there wasn't really a score to keep track of. Now way was she going after such an impressive feat by Whitepaw though!

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[Ebonylight.]

*+:｡.｡ Ebonylight's grin remained undisturbed upon his expression, unbothered by the ghoulish screaming of the children playing in the clearing. For all the misgivings so many Windclanners had about the new little additions, so many of them were quick to ensure Lark-kit had as great of a time as possible. They may be bumbling, sniveling, useless little things but there was no denying something about their helplessness just completely enamored the population. Ebonylight couldn't bring himself to agree. The only reason he tolerated the thing at all was because it was a treasure Sootstar had bestowed upon the clan, so may as well keep it safe for her sake.
But that didn't mean he couldn't find some amusement out of the little thing's existence.
"If you get extra points for hitting a moving target, what about for knocking it dead-on into a den?" Ebonylight called towards the group, eyes twinkling. Once he has their attention, he nods lazily toward the open maw of the farthest den from Peonypaw - or whoever ends up with the ball - and explains his challenge, "See if you can throw the ball into the mouth of the den. Since it's moss, it won't break or hurt anyone if it hits something so there's no harm. Might even get you ever more points" he muses, resting his head on his front paws as he waits for their response.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 11/22/23

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  GENERAL:
  ☆ Ebonylight
  ☆ DFAB— He/They/She — Pansexual
  ☆ 16 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☆ Mentored by X
  ☆ Windclan — Moor-runner
  
  
  
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☆ Physically hard | mentally hard
  ☆ Attack in bold black
  injuries: None currently

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