pafp YOU'RE A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO MY HEART 𓆩⚔𓆪 PRANKED + KIT GAME

[SHARPPAW]

...Damn, he was sleeping outside the apprentice den once more.

Memories of last night are still a fog to Sharppaw who has been adjusting the new morning above, blinking hard a few times with its warm light washed over his silver scarred frame. A brief moment passes and a shudder tears through him, as if a wind suddenly have brushed by him with force. His teeth begins to chatter before realization sinks deep— he's cold? Sharppaw slowly stands on his paws, the soreness heavy in him from the training across the yesterday and eventually the...

His emerald eyes narrow.

He glances over to the calm river path by him, then at the spot where he thought the abandoned eaten carp was, but finds the prey was gone. "Good morning, Sharppaw, good to see you're finally awake," a warrior greets him from nearby, formerly keeping a careful eye on him as he was in a deep slumber since the dawn's arrival. "I must say, you are bearing quite of a fine new look. I like it." Sharppaw shoots them a baffled expression. "H- huuhhh?" What do they mean by that?

Approaching to the river trail, he peeks over to see his reflection and—

Sharppaw gapes at the absurd sight. He sees moss patches resting on top of his head and spreaded out across the back, as if his furs have magically turned into the plant. Not only are they just moss like some form of a body decoration, but they are soaked?!— WHO PUT WET MOSSES ALL OVER HIM!?— An image of a small golden feline flickers across his visions and Sharppaw vividly remembers last night.

"Good morning, Softpaw! You're looking real nice today!" Sharppaw sees her ahead by the camp's freshkill pile, offering it a wicked grin. "Mosshead makes a better warrior name for you than Softhead, don't you think... Mosspaw?"

"CURLYKIT!"

Still entirely covered in dripping wet moss while its claws are unsheathed as always, appearing like a marine beast that had crawled out of the river's dead end, it chases after Blackkit.

| Sets after this interaction ; please wait before @BLACKKIT!
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[BLACKPAW]

She didn't sleep.

The heated moment between herself and Sharppaw had played constantly across the mind, her gaze being on him for a good moment before it was only on the soothing starry sky until the sun was reborn again, slaughtering the darkness in its greatest light that she's aspired to have one day. Even though Blackkit didn't appreciate Sharppaw's sour attitude, strangely, their first interaction wasn't the most painful to endure in comparison to with her peer bullies and those whom she holds their dark blood. She felt more than alive.

She likes to think she had won their spar last night, though, knowing him, she already figures he'd declare himself being the triumphant. Blackkit never enjoys engaging in brawls. The idea of losing herself in the violence frightens her, but if it she must face a sudden choice of having to defend herself and especially the ones who she cares about, she has to fight. Regardless of who won, their first brawl was a testament that she isn't a weak coward. Blackkit have the fire in her heart that can bring the sun and stars to flinch.

Blackkit is grateful for the experience that she wants to do something special for him. It also especially serves as a punishment for the terrible things that he had said to her last night. Curlyannoyance, her ass. Thankfully, the warrior who woke earlier was content to look after them while they're resting in the corner of the camp when Sharppaw couldn't wake up to move to the apprentice den, even after giving him the small shakes on the shoulders and large smacks across the head. She was told she should sleep in the nursery, but despite everything between them, somehow, she still stayed with him.

She couldn't sleep not because of the last night event, but Sharppaw himself.

There isn't a single reason to it that Blackkit could figure, however, she didn't dwell on it long. Instead, while the accompanied warrior only watched in amusement and Sharppaw was in a deep sleep, Blackkit had used the extra piled moss from the nursery den to soak with before she placed them across Sharppaw's body, turning him into a plant sea beast. Mosshead was the perfect name to tease him with and her thought is confirmed by the rage in his voice that strikes through the camp. Blackkit runs laughing, victorious felt.

"Heelppp, there's a river cat beast coming to eat me and everyone here!" Blackkit giggles loudly, trying to prompt the kits nearby to protect RiverClan by "attacking" Sharppaw as a fun game to make their days thrilling. "Guys, help me defeat this foul beast! I'll distract him first!" Despite the anxiety dwelling over what Sharppaw can possibly do to her, Blackkit starts the playful brawl with her speeding towards him. When he thinks she'll aim him upfront, she moves to tackle him by his side, pushing him into a staggering state.

She gives her peers a chance to fight against Sharppaw in a battle cry,

"NOW ATTACK HIM!"

| Kit characters are very much welcome to "attack" Sharppaw who'll instantly give up and begrudgingly play along with the game lol​