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[whitedawn]

There was a simple acknowledged fact around Windclan, at least those around Whitedawn's age and older. The fact of the matter is her very close relationship with Addervenom since youth. The two friends were very close, and this was often shown in Addervenom's tolerance of her antics. From sharing tongues to simple gifts. Which, truthfully, was the only logical explanation for the unusual sight outside of the nursery.
"Kits! Who wants to play a game of Hunters and Hares?" The ivory feline called out into the crowded den, as she lingered beside a larger tabby form. Humming a soft tune, the serene-appearing girl looked to her companion, a soft expression of amusement gracing her features. "You don't have to look so upset, you know." She trilled in a soft tone, raising a paw to gently prod his cheek. "Kitsitting isn't so bad, I do it often enough." It was probably the one apprentice chore, she could admit to enjoying. And has proven that she'll carry into her new rank. She continued her patient waiting, seemingly unaware of the ensuing chaos that could occur after somehow managing to convince Addervenom of all cats, to help her with kitsitting for the day.

// Please wait for @Addervenom !

also some kit pings since i did mention pinging them for it! @spotkit @Frightkit ​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[Addervenom]

The tabby tom sat beside his companion in gargoyle-esque fashion. Hulking head held low between powerful shoulder blades as he stared into the den. A minor grimace tugged at mahogany lips as he contemplated how on earth Whitedawn managed to talk him into this ridiculous task. He wasn't built for a chore like this. He should have been out on the moores hunting prey or sharpening his skills with a round of rough sparring. No cooing and fawning over the clans young. That was a molly's job. Perhaps he was more like Weaselclaw than he thought.

He allows her gentle prod to mush his cheek before straightening his posture slowly. Burning amber eyes find pastel pink as a lofty snort escapes his nares. "I want you to keep that same enthusiasm when I ask you to spar later." He muttered with a languid flick of his tail as the kittens are called forth. Truthfully there was nothing she could say to lift this situation out of the mire. ​

»»———- windclan warrior / thirteen moons old / he/him ———-««​

 

[MIDNIGHTPAW]

Midnightkit hardly needed to be called to find a reason to leave the nursery, but her little legs moved extra fast at the sound of Whitedawn's voice. She had absolutely no idea what 'Hunters and Hares' was, but it didn't matter. It was an excuse to play. The apathetic young molly clumsily came to a halt in front of the elder felines, craning her neck so far back to look up at Addervenom's hulking presence that she almost toppled right over. "How?" she asked calmly, sky blue eyes blinking expectantly up at Whitedawn. There was almost no chance she would understand whatever instructions the snowy warrior was going to give them, but she was curious nonetheless.

 

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit let out a little indignant sound when Midnightkit ran out of the den, before he registered what Whitedawn had said. He quickly followed suit. He just about crashed right into his sister, narrowly avoiding such disaster. Gosh, his heartbeat felt fast, and he was out of breath from just that? Rude, actually. He plopped down in front of the two warriors, letting his sister speak for the both of them in order to catch his breath.

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ooc Information

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 1 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[Bearflight]

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Whitedawn watching the kits? That made sense, she was a kind and sweet cat with a fondness for those younger than herself and she held a gentleness that made a task such as watching over rambuncious little furballs easier. Addervenom doing the same? That was almost funny if it were not so awkward to see. The son of Sootstar and Weaselclaw was not known for being particularly patient nor gentle and by his expression he clearly didn't want to be there. Whoever had set him to this task (Whitedawn, he assumed) had done so to pick on him most likely and whether it was malicious or lighthearted was hard to determine. Bearpaw padded over, poppy flowers sticking from his pelt where he had rolled in the wildflowers briefly while out with Brightshine and he offered the kittens and the two warriors a sheepish smile.
"Do you need more paws for your game?" He asked, more than happy to indulge and offer his aid in entertaining. It was a great deal more intriguing to him than going back out on patrol or hunting and he had already lost track of his mentor when he got back to camp - no doubt she was checking in with her family.

𓇻 ——— Red fell the stone from his hand, O Lord 𓇻 ————— 'round and 'round again

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  Bearpaw
  —⊰⋅ Apprentice of WindClan
  —⊰⋅ He/Him
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  —⊰⋅ SH Chocolate Rosette Tabby w/blue eyes.
  

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[whitedawn]

Her positive smile didn't even change with the gruff muttered words reaching her ears, flicking the appendages. "Is there a reason you think I wouldn't?" She purred in response before her focus went to the gathering kittens. She allowed a couple more of the kits to gather, glancing over at Bearpaw as the apprentice came over. She beamed in greeting, giving a light trill. "Of course! More the merrier." She nodded before focusing on the kits. "Alright, so this game is a very simple one. Hares have to hide, and Hunters have to find the hares." She explained in a light simple manner as she moved from Addervenom's side to across from him. "Hares will come over to me, and Hunters can go stand by Addervenom, okay?" She suggested, watching the scrambling kittens.​

[I'M BREATHING]​

 

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Hiding sounded like fun. Grasskit had caught his breath by now and was already bouncing in excitement yet again. He stuck close to Whitedawn and purred, sounding a little like a cricket. "What happens if you get found?" He asked, leaning into the warrior.

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ooc Information

• ooc: —
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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 1 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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[Frightpaw]

*+:｡.｡ Hunters and Hares! Hunters and Hares! It sounded so exciting! Bounding into the crowd - practically canon-balling in - she would stand momentarily beside her siblings, Grasskit and Midnightkit. Impatiently switching her gaze between Whitedawn and Addervenom, Frightkit would wait for the rules of the game to be revealed. She didn't have a particular opinion on either older cat - Whitedawn was very pretty, and Addervenom looked as grumpy as Sootspot - but they were both here to play games with Fry, and, really, what else matters?
Hunters and Hares, that's what!
The game is revealed - the concept making Frightkit's pale eyes glow with a phantom light. She likes the sound of this game. When it came to tag, Fry loved being 'it'. Chasing the other kits down, keeping a close eye on their movements, their expressions, the thrill of the chase the beat of drums from her paws to her heart - the joy in winning. Oh yes, she knew who she was going to be the second she heard its name.

Bounding over to Addervenom's side, Frightkit would crouch low, thrumming with energy as she stared intently at her brother as Grasskit made his way over to the 'hare' side. "Yeah, what can we do when we find them?" she asks enthusiastically, her eyes, unblinking, never leaving Grasskit.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 1/11/23

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  " Speech "
  
  
  GENERAL:
  ☾ Frightkit
  ☾ DFAB— She/Her — Unsure
  ☾ 2 moons — Ages 1 moon every month real-time
  ☾ Windclan Kit
  ☾ Sister to Deathkit, Witherkit, Grasskit, Whitekit and Midnightkit
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ☾Physically very easy | mentally very easy
  ☾ Attack in bold #1b1e21
  injuries: None

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[cottonsprig]

It's comedic, almost, to see her brother socializing with the new kitten population. While Whitedawn and perhaps Bearpaw are each natural kit herders, Addervenom... is far from. Her whiskers twitch with muffled giggles as she decides to sit and watch the game (hunters and hares - StarClan, it's been a long while since she played.) The tots clamber over one another, their childish curiosity reminding her much of herself when she was there age... and beyond that. Still, even, when she's allowed.

"Nothing that'll land you in the medicine den," she states, not sternly but absolute nonetheless. She glances up at the older trio conducting the game, an eyebrow raised whilst she waits for confirmation from any one of them. She's not too keen on having nervous queens in the medicine den over scrapes and scratches, after all - they only just dismissed the majority of their injured patients.​

 

[Addervenom]

Her confident quip challenges him, to which he responds with a subtle raise of a single brow. Was there a reason? He could think of a few that would have hindered her in the past. But this new air of self-assuredness left him mildly confused. There is a slow blink of amber eyes before he finally drawls out his answer. "No, I suppose not..." The burly tom's posture straightens a tad as Whitedawn began explaining the rules of hunters and hares to the gathered kittens. It was a game he has not participated in since he was a kit himself and thinking of it reminded him of much simpler times. Times that he found himself longing for if given the opportunity to go back to them.

His burning gaze found Bearpaw as the younger tom wandered over to join them. If not for risking Whitedawn's happiness he would have fully given the apprentice his position in this silly charade. His tongue lolls around within his mouth with fleeting temptation until Frightkit questions him. A click of his tongue unleashed his thought on the matter. "Gloat, of course." There was nothing better than declaring yourself victorious over someone else. "Perhaps the loser also gets to do something for the winner. Just to spice things up." If he were to play kitten games then at least he could make it worth his while. ​

»»———- windclan warrior / thirteen moons old / he/him ———-««​