camp we'll sing one more song ] mossball

[STATICHAZE]

Statichaze sits near the entrance of SkyClan's nursery, paws working deftly as she rolls and shapes a clump of moss. The morning sun filters through the camp, casting a warm light over her smokey fur, making her look almost luminous. She hums quietly, a gentle tune she remembers that her mother used to hum to her when she was a kit, as her claws nimbly tuck stray pieces of moss into the ball, making sure it's perfectly round and secure. It's a calm morning, with most warriors either out on patrols or lounging around the camp. Statichaze has already done her part, assisting with dawn patrol, and now it's time for her favorite duty—spending time with the kits. Though she splits her days between the forest and the nursery, these moments are where she feels truly at peace. Kits bring out her gentler side, and she's more than happy to give the other queens in the nursery a brief respite.

Once the mossball is to her satisfaction, she rolls it between her paws, testing its bounce and giving it a little nudge. It's springy and light, perfect for little paws to bat around without breaking apart. She glances toward the nursery, ears perked to catch the sounds of any curious kits who might already be stirring. She knows they can be unpredictable, little bundles of energy and curiosity that often need an outlet. This mossball should do the trick, and she's eager to see their excited faces as she presents it. "Who's up for a game?" she calls in a soft but inviting voice, her warm eyes scanning the nursery entrance. "I've got a fresh mossball here, ready for some little paws to chase!" She pushes the mossball forward, letting it roll lazily toward the nursery, hoping to lure a few curious faces out. It'd not long before a kit pokes its head out of a nest. With a gentle paw, she nudges it toward the kit, gently batting it to them for them to hit back.​

 

[BLOODY MARY]

What a waste! A perfectly good mossball— great even, crafted with expert paws into something perfectly chewable— practically left out here to rot! Look what she's trying to do with it! Trying to roll it towards something too stupid to take when the taking's good. Yeah, somethin' like that is never gonna get very far in life. There's a tiny chance to save it, maybe. She could teach it a lesson, maybe. Even a maggot knew to feed itself. It was about all they knew, in fact. Who was she kidding? There was no greater motive nestled in her teeth. She was your every day grub— only her bug-brain could fit basic instinct in it.

" Too slow! " loudly barked. Spit wets the sandy ground. It's less than a blink that she's there in. Something that looks like her? Yeah, they should've seen this coming, easy. The moments are counting down! A curved spine hunches further. The heavy slink of her head brandishes a pale neck to those brave enough. Anticipatory is the moment that she parts her jaw and bile oozes in earnest onto the small green thing.

Huh. Bunch of suckers! With no further word, she bolts in a random direction, mossball captive in dog fangs.

THEY SAY I CAN'T KEEP MYSELF FROM TRYING ⬪ 𝒜 𝐵𝐼𝒯𝐸 𝒪𝐹 𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴𝒯𝐻𝐼𝒩𝒢 𝐼𝒩 𝒮𝐼𝒢𝐻𝒯 / ( 10 . 15 )

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  BLOODY MARY ⬪ KITTYPET. SHE - HER - HERS. 24 MOONS.
  

  A dog-like woman. Large, with bulk in some places, and only lean muscle in others. Elegant at some angles, acutely strange looking at others. Has a longer, wolfish muzzle and gleaming dog teeth near-always on display due to an overbite. Skull presses insistent against her skin. Eyes are almost too - large, and not all sunken in her skull. Has large, tufted ears. Polydactyl, with a curved spine and recently-chopped tail.

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[Fawnkit~]

[ ༻ 𓆩✧𓆪 ༺ ] Fawnkit had been thinking about it, there had been hesitancy in his willingness to bat the moss ball back, even with Statichaze's encouragement, yet in those hesitant moments another came like a white flash of lightning snagging the ball from underneath the boy's nose making his bi color eyes widen and a gasp slip from his maw before focusing towards Bloody Mary, watching as she drooled over the moss ball making him wrinkle his nose in utter disgust.

"Ew!! You drooled over it!" the boy protested, standing there while he continued to look at the white molly's direction with a scrunched face to show his disgust. Even he had more manners than her and he was a kit! Bi-color eyes flashed towards Statichaze as he stumbled towards the other with a slight pout on his maw. "She dirrtiiedd the moss ball!! Can I have a clean one Statichaze?" Fawnkit whined out, making his bi-colored eyes rounder in a way of begging the other cat.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── You can t be caught you ll never fall ──┐‎

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  "speak""Thoughts"
  
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  Fawnkit 𓆩✧𓆪 He/Him, Kit of Skyclan, 4 moons.
  ⭃ Fluffy Fawn with low white with bi-colored eyes (Blue and Yellow)
  ⭃ NPC x NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[EDMUND]

He was finding it some sort of constant obligation, to keep an eye on his, uh, friend. Big old, oh... what was the last thing she'd told him? Something like Wraith Face, wasn't it? Ugh... she didn't make it easy for them, but they tried their best to placate her, especially since... well, she was nice enough to want to walk with him all the way here, every day. That had to count for something, right? In truth, they didn't think they were much for company, but apparently they were interesting, and... it would be important to stay interesting.

They'd been just about to strike a conversation with her, actually. But something aught a doggish snap of her head, and bewildered, mismatched eyes followed her as she sprinted toward the moss-ball (perfectly spherical, good job) that had just been batted from Statichaze's paws. Whatever it was he'd been about to say died in a breath- oh, he knew that spray of slobber pretty well, he did.

Bloody nora, and she was off with it- "Uhhh- uhhhh... 'ey!" he called after her- Fawnkit's wailing request was left in his dust, as he began to sprint after her- oh, oh, this wasn't good. Wasn't good at all, because- well, where was she taking it, even? Probably off to... well, he'd never heard of any curses you could cast with moss, but he was sure Wraith Face would have though of something. Oh, god- he couldn't keep up with her very well, his legs were burning. "That's for the bairns, that is!"

Oh, he was gaining on her a bit- his legs, his legs hurt- and she didn't even have a tail to chomp down on! Edmund threw themself forward then, attempting to grab Wrath Face's legs and take her to the ground.​

penned by pin ❤​