camp WHICH WOLF WINS ☾ Mossball

[THRASHKIT]

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There has been an attempt to relax lately, slowly ThunderClan approached that same pace it had when he was first introduced to it. That saccherine peace that didn't feel right, as much as it made his pelt ripple there was a small part of him that felt relief with it returning to that. Thrashkit had been trying to take that hushed conversation with it's littermates to heart but he found it difficult to both be suspicious of everyone while trying to make them like them. She found that she's starting biting less, it's not nice to bite others, that's what Fallowbite said (he thought it was really weird that she would say that since its name has bite in it). He wanted to be nice, right? Being nice meant being liked and earning trust. If she was trustworthy and nice then maybe they can go back home soon and in the meantime be spared from any wayward sharp teeth or claws.

He's batting at a stray mossball just outside the entrance of the nursery, still finding the only areas he liked to traverse was either near the front entrance of camp or by the nursery. Doepath being confined to the medicine den had involuntarily expanded his horizons, that was the extent of his social ventures. Today, despite the fact it felt like he was pulling teeth, he was going to try socializing more. Because that's a thing nice cats do. They share? Yeah, sharing is something nice cats do.

Picking the clump of moss up and holding it tightly between her jaws she sets her sights on the first clanmate who didn't look busy. “Play mossball with me” it's a soft spoken demand, gruff and sharpened as the temperamental kitten was already preparing to be on the defensive. Frustratingly he realised that this isn't very nice of him at all. “Please” is whispered in a grumble, remembering that he should be using nice words like that if they wanted to be liked.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎I was born hungry ☆ What do I need‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

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  open for anyone to be the cat they're talking to <33
  

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• THRASHKIT
  any pronouns, 4 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlkit & Yippingkit
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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[antlerbreeze]

Antlerbreeze was herself again. Breeze. The last dregs of coffee, tea leaves swirled on the bottom of a cup, the last appearances of Howlingstar in her life beyond that of cardinal feather stuck in her fur. Yellow eyes closed as she settled in the ravine, taking a long moment to breathe. It had been hard to reflect, given they were gearing up for leafbare and needed all paws on deck to keep everyone fed. But it was nice out. The sun warmed her fur and the breeze cooled it.

Play mossball with me. Yellows open to peer down at Thrashkit, and her fur warms as she realizes just who had asked her. Antlerbreeze's breath shuddered for but a moment, and the smile that found her face was worn, tired. But it was her again, not the version of her that was bitterly infected by Skyclaw. The please, is a bonus, one that finally makes her move to her paws, stretching for but a moment.

"Alright, Thrashkit." Antlerbreeze says. You have to say Thrashkit. She remembers that conversation well, the prick of kit-sharp teeth dug into her leg. That, she could not remember. Her head gestures to the open space of the ravine, stepping around to it. "Throw it to me, then." She challenges, settling into a crouch to face off with her half-siblings.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── MY NATURAL REACTION ⋅❁⋅ IS THAT WERE SCARED ──┐‎

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• ANTLERBREEZE she/her, warrior of thunderclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ LH cinnamon lynx sepia with low white. smaller body, agile and slippery, fits really well in small gaps in the underbrush. soft spoken but strong and determined.
  ⭃ previously mentored by howlingstar / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ padding after no one / / sibling to fallowbite and doepath
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕"Play mossball with me" The gruff demand came from the small figure that had been brought to the camp a couple of moons ago by Fallowbite. She had greeted them here and there in passing, but she hadn't held a conversation with any of them yet...which was abnormal for the motherly feline. It wasn't because of who their mother was, no, she held no ill will towards any of their elder siblings. Doepath and Anterbreeze were nothing but kind and loyal, and Fallowbite had risked her life and helped the clan during the uprising. It was the guilt she felt whenever she spotted the younger kits that kept her away. The blood she tasted in her mouth as she tried to kill their mother, only giving up when the rogue told her she was pregnant. She had tried to kill her, and them without even realizing.

Antlerbreeze was who the kit had been asking to play, but she wanted to as well. "Is there room for another?" she would ask, smiling at the pair. She was genuinely glad that Fallowbite had brought them here, to be raised where they would be loved. It felt like not long ago that she had helped chase Baying Hound away from Doepath and Antlerbreeze before they joined, their feral mother trying to take their lives. No kit should have had to be raised by her.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

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• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 37 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  ★★★★★★★★★
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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[LIGHTNINGKIT]

LIGHTNINGKIT . of . THUNDERCLAN

4 moons old (born 07.08.24) / lh silver tabby with green eyes / feminine pronouns
raccoonstripe xx nightbird / little sister to bayingkit, twilightkit, tigerkit, & stormkit

She's still so angry. Even though Skyclaw is dead (and her father did it, and she's glad) and Flamewhisker is now Flamestar, the ugly knot inside of her hasn't left. She thought maybe she would just cough it out like a hairball, and then she could go back to dreaming effortlessly, but it hasn't gone anywhere. She watches Thrashkit idly bat the mossball around and scowls to herself, though once she realizes how such an expression might look, she wrestles it back from her face. Everything is going back to normal, and it won't be long before it'll be her turn to become an apprentice.

So why does she still feel like this?

Antlerbreeze complies with the other kit's demand, crouching down readily, and then Flamestar herself pads closer to volunteer an extra set of paws. Does Flamestar feel like she does? Do her parents, her siblings? Do they watch their clanmates and get angry when they're happy, instead of grieving Howlingstar? She shoves her paw in her mouth and chews, just for a few moments.

"What'll the winner get?" She asks when she tugs her paw free.
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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ nightbird had skirted as many mossball games as she could. it seemed so utterly banal. roll the ball at a clanmate, wait for them to roll it to someone else. she could see the appeal to kits, there wasn't much else to do. but antlerbreeze and flamestar? nightbird would happily trade for their duties if they wanted to bat around a wad of moss all day.

she watches as thrashkit asks for a game, noting lightningkit's hesitation before asking to join. a small frown tugged at her maw. "you don't always get something," nightbird notes, a slight teasing hint to her tone as she flicks her tail to where the participating thunderclanners prepared. "it's supposed to be fun. go on." she adds, despite being far from convinced. she found border patrol standing opposite a bristling riverclanner or shadowclanner much more fun. but, dragging her kits out to either boundary to prove that would be... frowned upon to say the least.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 36 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring none.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[THRASHKIT]

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They can only stare at Antlerbreeze for a moment, she had said yes but hesitance guides his paws. Teeth ache from when they found purchase against flesh, interactions following tinged in a sanguine awkwardness from the kit. He could channel the awkwardness through physical labour he supposed, work through it. Flamestar is here now, another new name, something they're learning very quickly to be the norm. He stares up at the new ThunderClan leader, expression unreadable as he weighs up just saying no to her.

"Mm.. Yeah. You too" He decides then bats the mossball towards his littermate first. It's almost comical how far back he winds his foreleg before battering it against the moss. It feels good, at least he thinks so? Something to do that wouldn't be frowned upon like biting, not that moss ball was particularly violent but the ferocity of which he kicked it could certainly give the impression that this was a matter of life or death. Or that he was just really angry at this ball of moss.

Thrashkit scrunches her muzzle, the words exchanged between Nightbird and Lightningkit distracting him from focusing on the game. He cranes his neck in an awkward twist from her body to look at the pair. After a moment of deliberation raising his paw to gesture for the kit to join, was he supposed to invite Nightbird too? Unsure of that he continues to stare.

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• THRASHKIT
  any pronouns, 4 moons
  ☆ A black smoke with abnormally bright amber eyes and a habit of crouching while they walk.
  ☆ Bayinghound x Duke | Littermates with Howlkit & Yippingkit
  ☆ Due to her circumstances surrounding it's life she will be confrontational in the majority of their interactions { will start fights | will not end fights | will not run away and might be merciful }
  ☆ "speech" | thoughts | attacking
  ☆ All opinions are IC only!

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