camp the mummers' dance — silly game [ pafp ]

[YUKIO]

don't rush something you want to last forever .​

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶​

A rare sight, finding Yukio giggling and jumping about like an excited kit with too much energy after losing his kits. Dual-toned optics glistened, batting at the moss ball before it touched the ground, whiskers twitching in triumph, chest heaving with an excited trill.

Oh, he’d never had this much fun in so long, not since he was with Yuhwa stealing flowers from twoleg gardens. The two giggled and bumped into each other with ear-splitting grins while they showed Mason and Keane what they’d found.

“Oh! P, Pocket! Watch out!” He called, watching the moss ball with a nervous chitter, afraid he might have hit it too hard. Oh, dear. He certainly hoped he hadn’t. “S, Sorry!” He’d called afterward, expression sheepish, but still exuberant, owlish optics bright.

/ please wait for @pocket ​

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[shrewflight.]

Pocket may be an apprentice now, but the days of being alone, stuck in a cage made him more excited. It definitely took Yukio a bit to warm pocket up, but once Yukio did, well. Here they were, chucking moss balls at each other, and giggles escaped his throat as he tried to dodge.

This was the most fun the tiny boy ever had. he was almost crying in excitement and laughter. A metal cage your whole life, one like Pocket would never have imagined this.

He wished he could've played these games with his siblings and his mother and father. Oh how his brother and sister would've loved this. They didn't even have the room to wrestle!

Oh pocket! Watch out!

He felt the whizz over his ears as he barely had enough time to duck, and a grin wrapped across his face. "I'm definitely gonna get you for that one!" he shouted, before turning to chase after the make shift ball.

 

[DROWSYNOSE]

I'VE LEARNED TO LOVE YOU, HONEY!​

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drowsykit was woken by the odd sound of laughter. it's not the laughter itself that is weird but rather who it comes from. yukio. he isn't known to be a very happy go lucky tom cat, but given everything he's gone though, she can't say she blames him ( though from a kitten standpoint, she doesn't truly know what to say. it wasn't as if she truly knew what he felt but he'd always seen so sad when she saw him. ) the young molly sits up, yawning watching pocket chase the moss ball, nose twitching. boring, she almost says out loud, but she doesn't really mean it. it's not a boring game– at least when her brothers are playing. she's way too tired to even think about how fun it might be if she got up and played.

"i wonder where my mama is... maybe she will want to play moss ball."
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[DOEBLAZE]

✿—— it cheers bobbie to see yukio relaxing, bounding about with the gentle playfulness he'd so freely offered before the loss of his kits. she barely restrains a shudder at the thought of that dark day, of the days he'd spent mostly slumped hollow-eyed in his nest. to see him so easily dancing about a moss-ball like a carefree kit lifts her spirits alongside the ascending ball. instinctively she, too, startles when the moss ball goes flying hard towards pocket, but the little guy dodges it with all the energy of kittenhood and she breaks into lilting giggles as the boy chases after the moss-ball with a wide grin.

her own kitten blinks sleepily; as she often seems to, drowsykit doesn't pursue the effort of joining the game. her kits puzzle her sometimes, not always seeming to hold the childhood confidence or easy energy of orangeblossom's ..... she supposed you could never really know what your children thought. she pads up next to drowsykit as her daughter muses whether she herself might want to play; bobbie tries to nuzzle the top of the smoke-furred kitten's head, mewing, "sure, i might. ma-maybe you could join us too, lovebug?" she does her best not to pressure drowsykit, who always seems so tired, but calls out to the playing duo with a small pang of self-consciousness, "got room for one more?"

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• ❀ bobbie — for her kithood love of bobby pins she/her ; cisgender female — skyclan — queen — 38 ☾s —— bobbie is a beautiful but insecure lilac tabby, dotted with white patches and with pale green eyes. a queen of skyclan, she's sweet and kind if prone to melancholy; the heartbreaking end of a lifelong romance has left her scarred.. —— smells like sweet lavender & tea leaves ; sounds like sansa stark ; speech in #D64933, thoughts in #B1C797 —— peaceful / healing powerplay permitted ; attacks/contact in underline ; won’t start fights ; will flee ; will show mercy ; won't kill or maim —— pansexual panromantic monogamist, divorced, not looking ; open to friendships, enemies, casual interactions, plotting ; not open to unplanned romance & unplanned battles penned by dejavu— desklamp9 on discord for plots

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