- Jan 10, 2024
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*✧･ﾟ Today is a good day. Sangriakit has come to visit SkyClan a few times now, and has gradually begun to put names to the faces that mill about the camp. Most of their names she remembers from her mo—Figfeather—telling her about them, but verbal descriptions just aren’t the same as seeing a face. One of the cats she’s heard of but hasn’t met yet is Wolfpaw, because Wolfpaw is in Dawnglare’s den. The sunshine-splashed kit has managed to creep into the den once before, but was shooed out rather quickly. She’s been told not to bother the medicine cats or their patients, but she can’t help how curious she is. And she doesn’t see Dawnglare anywhere—this is the perfect opportunity!
Sneaking into the den is easy, and soft giggles escape her as she tugs the mossball along with her. There’s someone lying in a nest nearby; that must be Wolfpaw, she thinks, because that looks like the Wolfpaw she’s heard of. Except this Wolfpaw has some nasty-looking stuff around her eye… oh, well. The kit hunkers down, her tiny paw tracing over the edge of the ball's surface. The mossball is going to go sailing past Wolfpaw's head—she's sure of it. Sangriakit plans to become the best mossball player in SkyClan, after all. She wiggles once, twice, and then gives the ball a mighty smack, sending it... gently rolling across the floor of the den.
Well, that didn't go as planned. Sangriakit heaves a big sigh, but she perks up as the ball continues to roll until it comes to a stop just in front of her target. Just like she wanted! The kit bounds forward clumsily, tail held high in the air behind her. "You’re Wolfpaw, right? Wanna play mossball?" She supposes it's a bit late to ask, now but there's no way the apprentice will deny her!
// pls wait for @wolfpaw!
Sneaking into the den is easy, and soft giggles escape her as she tugs the mossball along with her. There’s someone lying in a nest nearby; that must be Wolfpaw, she thinks, because that looks like the Wolfpaw she’s heard of. Except this Wolfpaw has some nasty-looking stuff around her eye… oh, well. The kit hunkers down, her tiny paw tracing over the edge of the ball's surface. The mossball is going to go sailing past Wolfpaw's head—she's sure of it. Sangriakit plans to become the best mossball player in SkyClan, after all. She wiggles once, twice, and then gives the ball a mighty smack, sending it... gently rolling across the floor of the den.
Well, that didn't go as planned. Sangriakit heaves a big sigh, but she perks up as the ball continues to roll until it comes to a stop just in front of her target. Just like she wanted! The kit bounds forward clumsily, tail held high in the air behind her. "You’re Wolfpaw, right? Wanna play mossball?" She supposes it's a bit late to ask, now but there's no way the apprentice will deny her!
// pls wait for @wolfpaw!