Would you rather? & open

[Nutsprout]

❖ It was about midday and the sun barely peaked through the fluffy, dark grey clouds that drifted by. The snow had hardened a bit and was no longer fluffy or soft, so it made it easier to walk through camp and there was paths now too instead of just footprints. It was still relatively cold out but at least it had stopped snowing for the time being. Patrols had come and go as usual as well as hunting groups but the fresh kill pile was still very small, and cats still seemed to be rather against talking to each other.

Ever since they joined, the rogues, Windclan seemed in an standstill of hostility and discomfort. While Nutsprout hadn't been part of the rogue group himself, maybe for a day or two, he knew what it was like to be outsider among a new place. The Coalition never let him forget that he was a soldier and only that; a murder machine. So what better way to get the clan to bond together or for them to do something besides starve and care for the growing sick than a game that Snowshadow had taught Nutsprout. ​

The bi-colored tomcat had told him it was called 'Would you rather' and he had played it with Duskfire during one of their patrols a few weeks back. It would allow them to get to know each other and maybe unify a great concept instead of fragmented pieces just sitting in a sand pit. The lilac tabby lifted his head from were he had been laying in his share nest with Nineteen, Puffcloud and Ghoststrike and got up from the warmth of the moss. Stretching out his back legs for a moment before heading over to a gathered group of cats and offered a smile.

"How about some would you rather?" He offered them brightly, but he was tense and ready for a rejections if one came. He knew most of them wouldn't be keen on soclializing, Windclan cats weren't the most friendly group, but Nutsprout was determined to try!

//obligitary tags: @GHOSTSTRIKE @mothmeadow but feel free to post before them!
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[mothmeadow]

She had returned empty-pawed, with a large scowl and anger radiating off of her. She had snuck up on a rabbit and when she had gotten close she had crunched the snow beneath her which had resulted in a panicked rabbit and a superficial scratch on her cheek. Who knew those things had such a powerful kick? Her head STILL feels like it was swamped with pain, those damned things! Ugly, too, thank Stars she wasn't born a rabbit. Though, it'd be funny if she was, kicking people when they tried to eat her.

She perks up as Nut's voice reaches her ears, whipping around to face him with wide eyes before her expression melted with a smile. She couldn't stay mad around the high-spirited tom, she swore he was like a witch or something. "You already know i'm in." she prances over, slightly wincing at the headache that had been building as she thumped her paws against the ground. Eagerly she awaits for more participants to start.​

"speech"​

 

[SUNNVAR]

Friendly was not a word that he would use for many within these borders. Though they had welcomed him, so too had they been wary of him. The looks he had earned did not escape his notice, try as he might not to let such acknowledgement cross his face. Time and time again, the newly-named Sunstride had told himself it mattered not. He was here, and he would prove himself. Perhaps such things have already begun, but the tension has not left their shoulders. Friendly was not a word for them, no, but there are many, many more. Bold. Stubborn. Hopeful, in their own way. Such as these ones. This play of Nutsprout's does not elude him. What other reason could there be for approaching a bunch so tightly bound to one another? The blazing tom is not among them, but still he finds himself following the call. Does he intend to back up the other warrior? To soften whatever blow may come of inevitable rejections? With a growing smile, he dips his head to the two of them.

"I'm afraid I know of no such game, but for you I would be willing to learn. How does one do such a thing? Do you need more faces amongst this crowd?" Without waiting for a response, Sun turns his back and looks deeper to WindClan's camp. "Wolfsong!" he shouts, though his tongue still stumbles across unfamiliar syllables. Never would he adjust to calling his friend that name, however fitting. He does not know if the tom would heed the call, but he trusts that the judgment will be what is best for him. Invite made, he returns to Nutsprout and Mothmeadow, expectant and warm.

﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤

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  ooc: shouting for @WOLFSONG (but he doesn't have to show up <3)
• SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
  —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
  —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
  —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.
  
  sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
• "speech"

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[ROOKSCAR]

LOSING MY RELIGION​

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Was this a game? Curiosity seized Rookscar as he made his way over with an air of fascination surrounding him as he seated himself down. The tom tilted his head slowly to the side as he offered his attention to Nutsprout. "Please, explain the rules. I think I would like to have a go, if you'll allow me." Usually he would avoid such affairs but with so many newer faces around he believed that it was high time he got to know everyone a bit better.​

 

[Nutsprout]

❖ This was rather exciting! There was interest in the game that Snowshadow had showed him and the lilac tabby cat lifted his head with a small smile across his maw, "[color=]It is rather simple! Here I'll start[/color]," Nutsprout spoke up after a moment of gathering cats to show up, and then turned to Mothmeadow, "Would you rather eat frogs for the next four days or- hmm," The tomcat looked around for a moment at the gathered group of cats before gesturing to Rookscar, "Climb a tree I guess to the highest point!"

A poor example but it was something at least. ​

Then gave a chuckle before speaking to Rookscar and Sunstride, "Or it could be something like would you rather deal with Sootstar for a day or listen to Mallowlarks poor jokes," He continued onward with a small shrug of his shoulders, "Kinda get it? Would you rather do one or the other, and this can often lead into a 'what if' game like what if Mothmeadow became a medicine cat, what would she do? Or what if Rookscar was a queen for a day,"

This was going to be fun! It would give them a chance to get to know each other and maybe bond as he knew things were rather rough with the rogues and Windclanners right now. Nutsprout though had hope in the matter and he settled down into a sitting position as a curled ear twitched, "So, Moth, why don't you start with either a would you rather or a what if," he offered to the russet she-cat. ​

 

[mothmeadow]

More people joined, fantastic! Moth flicks an ear, eyes warm as Nut explains the game. Shes glad the others had joined in and just for a second theres a flicker of disappointment as she realizes Ghost hadn’t come through yet. Ah, well, eventually! “You’ll learn fast, its a good game for getting to know each other.” a smile towards Sunstride, nodding along with Nut.

And then he makes an example for those who hadn’t played before, two absolutely dreadful choices which makes her puff out her bottom lip in mocking disappointment. Two absolutely dreadful choices! Thank the Stars it was just an example, she doesn’t think she’d want to answer! And now its her turn to play so she thinks for a second, coning up with something on the spot (which coincidentally could have been ten times better). “Alright, mates! Would ya rather fight a hundred ant sized foxes, or one fox sized ant?” hypothetical and she’d hope they wouldn’t take it seriously because personally if she wasn’t the one making it she’d be cackling.