camp such a nice breeze // mossball

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 10 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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With winds powerful enough to already have sent one clanmate tumbling over the gorge, periwinkle has decided that it is no time for kits to be out and about, not even within the camp. The last thing they need is a child getting lifted up and over the gorse walls - or worse, tumbled right on through the prickles and thorns. With this worry in mind, the pale furred tom makes his way to the nursery, eyes squinted and movements stilted as he presses forwards against the gust, finally making it to the shelter of the den. In his jaws is a puffy, round bundle of moss - stolen from the medicine den, but really it's going to a good cause. "Wh-who wants to play m-mossball? W-winner g-g-gets.. hm, how about winner g-g-gets first choice of p-prey tonight?" he says cheerily, with a gentle smile and kind eyes as he crouches down to be closer to the kits level.

// takes place during the windstorm!
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[SCORCHSTREAK]

Scorchstreak has grown used to having visitors in the nursery, though she had hated it at first. Had wanted to simply be on her own, secluded, isolated. But now that she’s returned to work, she’s less restless, and more willing to entertain those who wish to visit either her or another of the queens—or any of the kits that roam the nursery and the camp beyond. Today, though, a visitor she hadn’t expected pokes their way into the nursery, and the calico frowns only for a moment.

She doesn’t particularly like nor trust Periwinklebreeze, but if the dark-pointed warrior wishes to entertain the kits in the nursery, then he can have at it. So long as they aren’t out in the winds, Scorchstreak couldn’t care less what they do. Her kits won’t be swayed by the ideals of a tom whose poor reputation precedes him. He challenges the nursery’s inhabitants to a game of mossball—thankfully, something that will wear them out as well as hold their attention—and even proposes a prize for the winner. Perhaps he isn’t so bad, after all; she will remember this when she next needs a kit-sitter.

"Go on," she encourages her kits, tail sweeping around her haunches. Golden eyes settle upon their clanmate for a moment, a warning. No funny business.​

[ LIKE A RATTLESNAKE ]​

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[FROSTPAW.]

Frostkit took after his mother in most everything– what other choice does he have, after all? The nursery is filled with cats like her and like himself, and especially with the wind there's little other place for him to play. So when Periwinklebreeze first ducks into the den, it is Scorchstreak that he looks to. A calm gaze catches her brief frown, and then the wheels that turn in her head. In the end, permission is given. Though Frostkit is not predisposed to great excitement, pale blue eyes sparkle sharply. Maybe it's the challenge, or the promise of action after so long being cooped up in here. How would anyone else have reacted, going from first seeing the great open world to being stuck in the nursery once more?

He leans down a little bit and playfully nips at @SCORCHKIT to urge his equally levelheaded sister into play. "I bet I can do better than you can." The kitten scrambles out of the nest and into a play crouch before Periwinklebreeze, wordlessly prepared for the game.

＞ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES REFERENCE 06.03.2023 〙ˊˎ＜

• ooc: —

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• frostkit. named for his coloration, and in memory of tigerfrost.
  —— amab nonbinary, he - him - his; will soon add they - them. kit of windclan.
  —— badgermoon x scorchstreak. sibling to rumblekit, luckykit, and scorchkit.
  
  frostkit is remarkably average, all things considered. he is of the expected size and shape, if perhaps a little blockier with his father's influence. his black and white pelt is short and scruffy, and his eyes are the expected kitten blue, if a shade lighter than what is typical.

• "speech"

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[SCORCHSTORM]

TAGS — She can see her mother's distaste for Periwinklebreeze in the brief flash of a frown that crosses her muzzle; and even when it vanishes, the hard glint in her eye spells feelings that are less than positive towards the pointed warrior. Although Scorchkit is a mirror of her namesake in many ways, it seems that these feelings are not one of them. After all, Periwinklebreeze had been kind to her before, helping her hunt the perfect rocks and stack them neatly to form interesting, jagged towers. It had been a fun exercise-- but now conflict quietly mixes in her chest. Should she dislike Periwinklebreeze after all? But then, Scorchstreak urges her siblings and herself forward, towards the play. Oh. Maybe it's no big deal, then.

Still, the kitten initially stays rooted in place. Her frustration at being jailed in the nursery once again has manifested in a lack of interest in just about anything, and even her previous positive experience with Periwinklebreeze does little to sway her into action. It's only when Frostkit nips at her that she stirs with any intention to join them; his challenge rings in her soft ears like bees, awakening her ambition. "Yeah right," the girl huffs, darting her brother. She doesn't spout any more words of challenge, but her competitive spirit swells in her chest and warms the tips of her ears as she falls into a crouch to match Frostkit's. Silently, she fixes her gaze on Periwinklebreeze, waiting for the mossball to begin.​

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[RUMBLERAIN]

"How are we playing?" Rumblekit demands, slipping under the radar as soon as Frostkit and Scorchkit are released to appear at Periwinklebreeze's side. Scorchstreak had been hesitant for some reason, but with exactly two moons of being a WindClanner under their fur Rumblekit does not care about the in-Clan politics. For all they know and care, they're all warriors under the same sky; to be a WindClanner means being the best, and being a WindClanner means that you're always part of the moors' harmony. Or something like that.

Expectantly, and ignoring the flinch if they do startle Periwinklebreeze with their immediate question, the kitten turns wide blue eyes on the young warrior. "Is it teams? Or whoever has the moss the longest? Or-" They're cut off there by someone else, releasing a small mrrp of annoyance at being interrupted.

 

[LUCKYPAW]

To the others, being forced back into the nursery so quickly after their newfound freedom is like a punishment, but Luckykit finds it all too agreeable - after all, the strong winds out there are practically unnavigable with how open camp is, and everything had felt so big and overwhelming at first sight that he'd already wanted back in the nursery anyways. Even if he doesn't share their feelings on their confinement, however, his siblings' listlessness is still infectious, and he finds himself idly lounging, hoping that somebody else will suggest something to do. The sudden appearance of Periwinklebreeze with a ball of moss has Luckykit blinking, wondering if his very thoughts had summoned the warrior, and as he's trying to puzzle out the logistics of such a thought, he misses the way Scorchstreak looks at him. To him, Periwinklebreeze is hardly more than another warrior, and as such, Luckykit gives pause only because this is an unfamiliar face, even if it is more welcoming to meet him in the confines of the nursery rather than outside in the open.

Scorchstreak's encouragement sends him to his paws, but it's not until his siblings are moving forward that he joins them as well, haunches wiggling as he follows the lead of Frostkit and Scorchkit, sliding into a messy crouch. While not exactly a game that he would have suggested on his own, the small exchange between his two siblings is enough to spur him forward as well, not wanting to be left out. Rumblekit's questions draw his attention, and before they're even finished asking, he's already blurting out, "If we're doing teams, I want Scorchkit!" before anyone else can claim her as their teammate. It seems a logical choice to him - she's already starting to show some bulk inherited from Badgermoon, which might come in handy, though mostly he wants to ensure that it's not turned against him, as Luckykit's certain that if it came down to it he probably wouldn't be able to wrestle the mossball away from her.​

[ PENNED BY HIJINKS ]​

 

[Badgermoon]

Badgermoon liked Periwinklebreeze perhaps more than most of his other Clanmates; the warrior's heritage was certainly an unfortunate thing, but it wasn't anything anyone could control, and from what he had seen of the point's behavior, he was doing what he could. He seems a bit unwell in the head, but that's not his fault, either. as long as he didn't teach his kits that eating was bad or anything, Badgermoon had no qualms with their playing together. The black-and-white tomcat had ducked into the nursery to check in with his family, only to find he was walking straight into a game of mossball. Luckykit declared he wanted Scorchkit on his team and Badgermoon chuckled, taking a seat beside Scorchstreak and offering the tortoiseshell a grin. "Should be a good game to watch." he murmured. Raising his voice, he called to the quartet of kittens and their game organizer: "May the best moss mover win!"​

 

[Periwinklebreeze.]

❀​❀ I FEEL SCARED AND I'M STARTING TO SINK ❀❀​
periwinklebreeze | 11 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically medium (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff

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With scorchstreaks approval, the tom finds himself sagging in relief, tension fleeing his frame. A gentle smile is thrown the kits way, blue eyes glittering with amusement as the chaos begins. "A-alright - teams it is th-then," he responds, fondly amused by rumblekits ramblings. "Luckykit and sc-scorchkit, and rumblekit and f-frostkit," eyes scan the den, giving badgermoon a respectful nod upon his arrival, and he perks up for a moment, getting an idea.

One greyscale paw reaches out across the nursery floor, scuffing a small line into the dirt and soil. "w-w-we're gonna p-pass it back and forth, and if y-you don't catch it or h-hit it, then the other t-team gets that win, and I'll m-make a mark on that side. wh-who'ver has.... f-five marks first wins," he decides - and he'll be the... scorekeeper? rule maker? something like that, he supposes. "Ready?" he hardly waits a breath for them to answer before he's batting the toy into the air - it's anyones game at this point.

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[LUCKYPAW]

There's still time for Scorchkit to protest, for her to declare she wants a different teammate, or for Frostkit or Rumblekit to say something to claim a new team, and all Luckykit can offer is a cheeky grin, his interruption of Rumblekit to make the request already forgotten. So focused on the potential team dynamics, he hardly processes Badgermoon's entrance, only looking up at where their parents are watching when he calls out a good luck to them all, though it's really more neutral than that; no luck involved, but instead skill. While he's decidedly lacking in the skill department, that's where Scorchkit hopefully comes in - if she really is on his team, then surely she'll have at least more skill than him, hence why he had chosen her over his other littermates. "We're definitely gonna win!" Luckykit crows back, grin still in place. Whether that confidence is misplaced or not remains to be seen, though he's fairly certain that at the very least working with someone else will improve his chances.

Periwinklebreeze confirms the two teams - Luckykit and Scorchkit versus Rumblekit and Frostkit - and he practically beams, looking first to Scorchkit and then to Rumblekit and Frostkit to see if they're satisfied with the call, too. Either way, his attention is quickly drawn to the line marked into the ground and the ensuing instructions. Just make sure the ball of moss doesn't hit the ground on their side...doesn't seem too complicated, though Luckykit's sure in the heat of the moment it'll be harder than it seems. Still contemplating the game - should he and Scorchkit stand side by side? One in front of the other? What if they both went after the ball at the same time - he's caught off-guard by the sudden start to the game. Lurching forward, he has no time to think critically about his actions, not after such a sluggish start, and so he aims to whack the ball of moss wildly, only goal in mind to direct it towards the other side of the line, hopefully not colliding with any of his littermates who might have had to same idea.​

[ PENNED BY HIJINKS ]​

 

[SCORCHSTORM]

TAGS — So it's a team match. Scorchkit's bicolor gaze flashes with a warm sort of surprise as she hears Luckykit proclaim his choice for teammate. The girl looks back, whip tail flicking as she quickly considers his proposal. "Okay," she finally decides, a rare grin brushing her muzzle. Had Frostkit not immediately challenged her, she might have picked him for their similar even keel, but she can't deny Luckykit's enthusiasm, nor can she deny the way it makes her feel wanted.

When Badgermoon steps in she flashes her father an acknowledging twitch of her white-tipped ear (one she'd no doubt inherited from him). Unfortunately it is all she can offer, as she must pay attention to Periwinklebreeze's instruction. Swiftly after that the game has begun. Scorchkit's tail flicks, pleased, as Luckykit cries for their victory. The way he beams at her when the teams are confirmed is enough to get her own competitive spirit flaring in her chest. It draws her focus to Periwinklebreeze's starting toss, and her muscles bunch to lurch for the ball-- only to see Luckykit's pale frame beating her to the punch. She quickly steps out of the way of his landing, only mildly frustrated that she hadn't gotten first dibs. But he's her teammate-- she won't let him down. She has to win, after all. "Nice hit," she mews, whiskers twitching.​

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