camp The cat in the hat ; game

[ThistleBack]

The day was waning, darkness pouring over the melting snow. The camp is light with chatter and after paying his daughters a small visit in the nursery he settles among the midst of camp’s gentle bustle. Windclan chatter hangs like bramble curtains, his own thoughts on the matter had been spoken thoroughly. Now, it was time to decompress the issues with a bit of- perhaps clanmate bonding.

" When I was a young lad. On the streets, we kit-strays played a little talking game when it was too cold to play. " Thistleback needles his toes into the snow, his fur steaming from a long day of helping the others clear camp while the hunting patrols combed about. His wounded neck and harsher vocals, a testament to his absence on said patrols.

" So. One begins the story, another continues it, then … so on - so on. The trick is. It must, rhyme. If your story doesn’t rhyme? you lose. " he lays out the rules of the game. " Rhyming means, using words that sound the same at the tail of it. Duck-Buck… Snail-Hail" he provides a small smile for the youngers who may not know what a rhyme was.

" The bear, saw a hare and came from its lair, then gave it a good scare- " he begins with a flick of his tail tip, making it as simple as possible so that all ages could try.

" What happens to the bear and hare next? It doesn’t have to rhyme with bear- your turn" he points at his clanmate with a wave of his chin as he hoists his temple on his propped paw in idle rest.

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OOC INFO REF

• — open to all ages :]
  
  
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  ✧ T H I S T L E B A C K
  thirty-three moons
  — Lead warrior of Skyclan
  — taken by
  Deersong 9.29.22
  — mentoring quillpaw
  — very muscular piebald black and white tom with spiky fur and cold silver-grey eyes.
  — voice & accent
  — biography･ﾟ✧​
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[Earthsoul]

Weary paws attached to a wearier mind made their way through camp, gaze cast down towards the snow. Soil had spent the days since the blizzard ended thinking and debating and arguing with himself, all the while aching joints and an empty belly howled out for relief. Deep in his heart he knew what had to be done, but the old man wanted to put it off a bit longer. He was sick and tired of mulling over the situation, sick and tired of wondering if it was the right thing to do. At this point, all the elder wanted was to relax.

So, when graying ears perked up at the sound of his friend announcing a game, a melancholic path changed trajectory. Soil sat across from Thistleback, emerald eyes glittering with concern over the other’s injury. But, if the warrior was well enough to propose something silly like this, then it must mean he was on the mend.

Soil listened attentively to the rules, grateful for the opportunity. So much hardship had struck Skyclan all at once, it felt like moons since he’d had any fun. A wide smile spread across an aging face as Thistleback pointed at him, and there was a small pause before the moggy made his contribution. “The beast roared, a sound which the bunny abhorred. But trying to act tough, it…snored.” a small chuckle left the elder. “This is harder than I thought. Uhh, your turn” he gestured to the next clanmate with a flick of his tail.​

 

[SILVERSMOKE]

"What? I never said I was playing" The tabby's ears flattened as he shot Soil an incredulous look, midway through cleaning his paws when the elder had invited him to join. He'd heard Thistleback's proposal and decided that the game wasn't for him, not because it was stupid, but because he didn't believe that kit-strays ever would've had the time to play. He hadn't, and it was difficult to believe perspectives that weren't his own sometimes. His pupils shot between the two, and feeling the growing weight of expectation on his shoulders, he eventually stood and sulked closer. "Fine, fine". Silversmoke was no cunning linguist, his claws talked far better than his mouth ever could, but, he didn't want to lose. The past week had been infuriating enough as it was, with a lackluster fight and an unsuccessful hunt, the last thing he wanted was the childish chiding from others letting him know that he was 'out'. The tabby paused, wrinkling his nose as he considered Soil's contribution to the story. How in StarClan's name was he supposed to tell the tale of a snoring rabbit?!

Letting out a huff, Silversmoke decided to try his best. "But it wasn't a snore it was a quack. For the friendly duck was back. The bear thought it was another snack, but with its wing, it gave the bear a whack." His tail lashed immediately after speaking, his ears growing warmer and warmer at the ridiculousness of what he'd said. Ugh, the things he did for friendship. Falling back on his haunches, the tom with the fleeting gaze eventually found another clanmate who seemed interested in Thistle's game. "Go on." He prompted them, lowering his head when the attention was off of him.



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[CASERDILLA]

Prominent ears twitched towards the sound of voices buzzing in the clearing, the gentle chuckles and entertainment intertwined in their tones was enough to have a certain tom blink towards them in curiosity. Thistleback, a rather brutish tom with disheveled hair and a tom he had not yet been introduced to, had rounded up a few others that also had the same curiosity as he.
A game? And hear I thought all of SkyClan was full of meat-heads. A twitch of his lips pulled back into a smile, a pair of enlarged canine protruding under his top lip. Of course, there was some that he'd had pleasantries with. Not everyone walked around with a stick up their ass.
He listened half-heartedly whilst grooming his fur back into it's pristine condition. A game of wits it seemed, to add onto a story with rhythmic words to keep the game going and pass it off onto someone else in hope they'd lose. The seal point tom nodded at Soil's triumphant play, noting to himself how well he executed it for an elderly mind. He was still sharp for his heightened age. As Soil finishes, he points towards a familiar tabby tom with feathery finishes and Ferretwhisker nearly howls with laughter as Silversmoke was picked. He couldn't help but lean in closer, sapphire pools gleaming with interest as Silversmoke at first denies the game until he finally gives in.
Fail. Fail Fail Fail. The Daylight Warrior nearly pleads in his mind, until Silversmoke thinks on his toes and whips out another rhythm. Ferretwhisker's expression twists into a scowl, a small hmph escaping him. He was about to return to his grooming when he suddenly felt eyes upon his pelt. Go on. A strike of panic rushes through him then, muscles freezing on the spot as his furrowed brow lands upon the tom. Damn him. Ferretwhisker's angular ears pinned against his skull, the beginnings of a snarl edging at his maw. "You suck." He muttered under his breath before clearing his throat. Apart of him wanted to fail on purpose just to end the game, but pride would possess him to participate. And he'd be damned to lose on front of Silversmoke. "A whack, you say? I doubt that, but hey. The bear began to cry and sway, for he only wanted to play." His smooth words would fall upon their ears, then brief silence. The tom would send a smirk to the silver warrior, fulfillment blooming with his chest. Ferretwhisker then turns to the next cat, pointing to then with a slender tail. "Your turn."
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[HOUND]

This game sounded lame but he wouldn't say that aloud, not when it was Thistleback who had come out with this game anyway. Respect the adults was one thing, messing with the wrong one and he might get his ass kicked and...he only wanted to kick others asses not the other way around. So he sat, watching the game begin, and he wore a mildly bemused expression not seeing the humour in this. But he keept on to watch thinking it was a little bit entertaining at least to see some of them struggling with the rhymes. and then it was Ferretwhiskers turn and...fuck, why was he pointing at him for?!. Fierypaw's eyes grow wide for a split second like someone had stept on his tail. " Uhm, uhm, The duck saw it as a cry for help and decided to fly...away because the bear was stupid....damnit." He frowned giving a short flink of his tail. This game sucked.



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