Open Camp FOR THE HOPE OF IT ALL ✶ moss ball with brindlefeather

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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!!"

maybe we'll turn it all around 'cuz it's not too late

it's never 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
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[Faithkit]

FAITHKIT

A BOUQUET OF BRAMBLES

SHE/HERx THUNDERCLAN KITx 04 MOONS​

☆ A sickly fawn cream tortoiseshell with low white
☆ Adopted child of Serpentberry, littermates with Falsekit and Thornkit
☆ penned by Juice↛ Ouijeejuice on discord, feel free to dm for plots.​

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It's far too early for the camp to be so noisy, especially so close to the nursery like this. Usually the only noise is meant for the older cats, forced to huddle together and gather for patrols. Now it seems to be your problem, it wasn't frantic so you didn't think that somehow the nursery caught fire or anything along those lines. It still caught your interest however, bobbing your head and twitching your nose at the unfamiliar warrior. Unfamiliar to you at least, maybe the other kittens loved to spend time with Brindlefeather. You are a recluse after all, maybe you should give him some credit and assume that he's a friendly face to see. After all, he was kind enough to prepare a 'wonderful' game for you all, or so he says.

"It seems hard" you grumble though there's no heat behind your words. Merely a tired frustration at the idea of your lungs burning for air so early in the morning. Despite the grumbling you persevere, pushing yourself alongside your den mates and try to figure out the point of the game. They just needed to kick the ball into the cave, it seemed simple enough if you ignored the part that you somehow needed to brush it past a cat who seemed so tall and experienced in comparison to you.

Surprisingly to most, mainly to yourself. You take initiative for once in your life, twice you suppose if you counted that one conversation with Loonstar. The ball tickles against your pawpad as you reach for it, curling it in towards yourself. Exhaling in preparation for how your joints will ache later you begin to take flight, weaving to pass the ball to your side. "Look out" you think to add a little belatedly as you kick your ball to your left, hoping to not miss the kit next to you.

// if you roll you get a +1 to your roll now from faithkit :3