Event Come again another day ✪ Playing inside

[Dustystar Dustystar]

{$title} Its raining... The kittens, stuck in the nurery, must be going stir crazy! Luckily, Dustystar has a great new toy to play with!

✪ Align my Heart, my Body, my Mind​

indentDustystar shakes the rain from her fur before ducking into the entrance of the nursery. She doesn't want to risk dripping any more water on the soft nests.

indentShe chirps in greeting as she enters the nursery, an unusual sound for the stoic molly. A long stalk of seeded grass hangs from her mouth, bobbing playfully. Dustystar remembers batting at rye grass as a kit, while older cats held the other end in their mouth, making it dance and twirl. "I thought you all might be bored, stuck inside, so I brought you something to play with." It's for Branchkit, really, but all everyone in the nursery could probably use to blow off some steam. Besides, aren't games like this meant to be more fun together?

indentCrouching to the ground, Dustystar begins to sway her head to and fro, while the fuzzy end of the grass follows suit. Like a bug, or some small prey, it skitters along the mossy lining of the den, periodically dancing in place before dashing to the other side of the den. Entranced, Dustystar can feel her pupils dilate as she watches the toy. How long has it been since she's played like this?

Dustystar - 27 moons - Windclan Leader

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

At Dustystar's entrance, Branchkit springs out of her nest, purring as she rubs her head against the leader's leg.

"Ma!" she mews excitedly. Momma told her that Dustystar was their leader, not her mother, but... Well, she needed something to call her! "What's this?" Her gaze was drawn to the stalk of grass, then back to Dustystar. Her leader's eyes were wide as she moved the grass back and forth, and while she didn't quite get it at the moment, she could glean enough from the physicality of it. Her eyes moved back to the grass, and she dropped low to the ground, watching as it moved, wiggling her butt as she prepared to jump.

This was her prey. She would make her family proud!

With a delighted mrrrow!, Branchkit lept at the stalk.

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OOC: Rolled a 10 to catch the grass! If someone wants to beat her to it or Dusty wants to move it just out of reach, go for it!

 

[Yewkit]

YEWKIT

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Yewkit watched as Dustystar walked into the nursery, eyes fixed on the kits. Were they in trouble? Did they misbehave so badly that the leader had come to punish them? But when the grey she-cat spoke, it became clear this was no punishment.

The leader crouched down and swayed the grass, and Yewkit watched Branchkit prepare to pounce on it. Her own eyes widened, the allure of prey strong, but the grass was dry, spilling seeds everywhere already, without Yewkit joining in on the mess. A few of the green bits got stuck in moss and fur, and Yewkit could already imagine how difficult it would be for mother to take them out. She remembered Meadowpaw's words about messes being a part of life, but she did not wish for such troubles here and now and so she only watched as Branchkit leapt at the grass stalk, playful and free.

Still, something stirred in her heart - a tug of something she couldn't quite place. Curiosity perhaps, envy. Dustystar looked different when she played, less tense, eyes lighter. For a moment, Yewkit wondered if leaders ever missed being kits.

But she quickly pushed the thought aside - leaders didn't have time to play and for good reason. Why would she be any different? Her peers could roll in the moss and chase grass if they wished, but Yewkit woul not add to the mess. She tucked her paws beneath her body, tail wrapping around herself, and watched as Branchkit's joy filled the den.

The grass stalk brushed against her fur once, just close enough to tempt her. Yewkit averted her gaze, pretending not to notice. What worth was a little joy now, if it only meant more tension later?

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

If asked, Lotuskit would boast that she's much too big for silly games like this. After all, she's recently proven herself to be a rather decent den repairer! She's grown past the need to be entertained with trinkets and toys, even when it's absolutely boring with all this rain. That is... until Dustystar arrives with some tufted plant, and Branchkit immediately takes to it. She isn't sure if it's jealousy, boredom, or true fascination, but Lotuskit is spurred to her paws and idling by Yewkit.

"Can we play too, Branchkit?" the mottled girl asks her nestmate, her paws kneading at the ground. She volunteers the bicolored moggy beside her, even though Yewkit makes a show of avoiding the toy altogether, just to make it seem like she's asking for multiple cats, and not just herself.

 

[Branchkit Branchkit]

BRANCHKIT
SHE/HER
3 MOONS
WINDCLAN KIT
SPEECH | THOUGHTS | APHOTIC | PHYSICAL

PENNED BY PLOT_TWISTS

Branchkit looked up from the stalk as it wriggled under her paws, purring in delight.

"Yeah!" she said happily, jumping up to sit by Yewkit and Lotuskit. "I bet you both are really good at it! I wanna learn how to pounce even better! Show me!" Branchkit looked excitedly at the two older kittens. They were both much closer to apprenticeship than her, so their knowledge would be super helpful! Momma and Ma had told her it was important to train hard as an apprentice to be a good warrior and help the Clan, so the more she could learn, the more help to WindClan she would be!

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[wheatwhistle]

(★) "whoo-ee it is wet out here!" the cheerful tone rumbles from the ginger an' white tomcat as he peeks into the nursery entrance. his pelt glimmers with droplets, which he carefully shakes from his fur before comin'n further in. the comfortable den is slightly crowded with growin' kitten bodies, an' the addition of a fully grown dustystar, an' the agin' wheatwhistle do little to help the crowd. still, the little ones have a bit of room to romp around, an' romp they do, as their dignified leader throws her head this way an' that with a grass stalk for them to chase. "thought you lot'd be hungry, so i brought by this hare... still warm!" he announces, eyes twinklin' as he watches the little paws bat at the grass. "but somethin' tells me you're busy." he places the prey in a corner of the den, for one of the queens to dig into as he observes the scene.

"branchkit, you play jus' like how dustystar used to," the elder warrior comments, sweepin'n his tail across his granddaughter's shoulders. "i used to let her chase my tail but she loved it when i held some rye grass in my mouth an' ran about for her to bat at it." his eyes are foggy with memory as he pictures the sweet, soft face of his kin in her kitten moons, not yet too hardened to the world to give up play. "though none of y'all have fallen flat on your noses yet..." he slaps his tail over his own maw with a grin. "oop, shouldn't have let that slip," a chuckle rumbles in the older man's throat. dustystar may be leader, but what is his job as the man who raised her if not to keep her humble every once in a while. he winks at his granddaughter, ears twitchin' gleefully.

DEEP GREENS AND BLUES ★ ARE THE COLORS I CHOOSE

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  WHEATWHISTLE ⏾ tags / toyhouse
  
  ⏾ cis tom (he / him) / bisexual, widower of CHICKEN
  ⏾ 110 moons old, ages realistically
  ⏾ warrior of windclan
  ⏾ sibling to ALDER
  ⏾ grandfather to DUSTYSTAR
  ⏾ mentoring NONE / mentored by none
  ⏾ penned by LAVS / message lavendes on discord for plots!
  
  an orange tabby tom with low white and one gold eye, and one blue eye. short silky fur reminisces flame and rye, darker ginger tabby stripes slicing through the lighter tone. splashes of white are strewn across his face and body, a snowbank covering the flaming base of his coat. his eyes are odd- one crystal blue, the other sunshine golden, peering with a slightly lopsided look.

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