BRINDLEFEATHER ──
thunderclan | forager
One thing about Brindlefeather is that, when he gets an idea in his head, he cannot be stopped until he brings it to fruition. Perhaps it is the vice of having a creative mind, as to create is to breathe for the ThunderClan forager. He'd hate to live a life where he couldn't make things, especially when so much of what he makes are gifts to make other cats happy.
This idea had occurred to him during the moonlight hours, and he'd carefully untangled himself from his beloved Gingerflame, grabbing his supply of extra materials to get out into camp and get to work. It's a bit tedious, and some cats have already woken with the rise of dawn by the time he is finished, but he is proud of his latest experiment. It could best be described as a tiny cave, the opening made of twigs and branches while the inside was lined with scraps of fur and moss that he hadn't been able to use in his recent nests. Before it lies a moss ball, snugly secured in its shape and ready to be rolled all across camp. Just as the sun has risen above the horizon, a signal for all of ThunderClan to rise and start their day, he clears his throat as he sits near the nursery. As soon as the kittens begin stepping out into camp, he introduces them to his special surprise.
"ThunderClan kittens, come one, come all! I've prepared the most wonderful game of moss ball you will ever play!!" His tail motions to the makeshift cave, the ball sitting perfectly still nearby. "You'll try to get the ball inside this little cave, and I'll try to block it! You'll have to work together, okay? I believe in you!" It's good to get the kits active through play, and well… ThunderClan has been through a lot lately. These young minds should be focused on something positive for once, and Brindlefeather is ready to provide just that for them.
"Okay, are you ready?" he calls, positioning himself near the cave. "Go ahead, try to get it in!!"
This idea had occurred to him during the moonlight hours, and he'd carefully untangled himself from his beloved Gingerflame, grabbing his supply of extra materials to get out into camp and get to work. It's a bit tedious, and some cats have already woken with the rise of dawn by the time he is finished, but he is proud of his latest experiment. It could best be described as a tiny cave, the opening made of twigs and branches while the inside was lined with scraps of fur and moss that he hadn't been able to use in his recent nests. Before it lies a moss ball, snugly secured in its shape and ready to be rolled all across camp. Just as the sun has risen above the horizon, a signal for all of ThunderClan to rise and start their day, he clears his throat as he sits near the nursery. As soon as the kittens begin stepping out into camp, he introduces them to his special surprise.
"ThunderClan kittens, come one, come all! I've prepared the most wonderful game of moss ball you will ever play!!" His tail motions to the makeshift cave, the ball sitting perfectly still nearby. "You'll try to get the ball inside this little cave, and I'll try to block it! You'll have to work together, okay? I believe in you!" It's good to get the kits active through play, and well… ThunderClan has been through a lot lately. These young minds should be focused on something positive for once, and Brindlefeather is ready to provide just that for them.
"Okay, are you ready?" he calls, positioning himself near the cave. "Go ahead, try to get it in!!"
maybe we'll turn it all around 'cuz it's not too late
- ooc: this is just a silly game for the kits to play with brindle :3 you can roll a 1d10 to try and get the ball in the goal, or you can pass the ball to another kit to throw brindle off (+1 to their roll)! brindle will roll a 1d10 to block, but he'll have to roll higher than what the kitten rolled to be successful! rolling a 10 means it automatically goes in the goal! anyways come have fun with uncle brindlefeather :3
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