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

[brindlefeather's icon brindlefeather brindlefeather]

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

 

[FALSEPAW]

Wherever Faithkit roamed, her shadow of a brother seemed to always follow. Even if she were to wander upon an insignificant path, Falsekit knew that he still had to be present for her. What if an especially mean nurserymate (like that Hazykit) or a glistening-toothed predator came her way? What if Falsekit could not protect her, when it existed as their reason of being in the first place? Of course... a low-stakes game of moss-ball was hardly a situation to raise one's brindles at. Still, anything could happen with Faithkit's complications. At Brindlefeather's instructions, the Thunderclan kit's ears only pricked silently in acknowledgement, as though an attentive monotony whispered through quilt-soft cheeks. I have to play with the other kits...? Swallowing their pride like a large stone that rolled down their gullet, they only shifted slightly closer to their sibling. "It's okay, Faithkit. We can work together, can't we?" Falsekit offered a pursed-lipped smile to their sister, as if bequeathing some semblance of humility through angular and whetted countenance, with featuers so unused to pure joy despite their tender age. At least they'd always have her to rely on (and vica versa for her).

The game was afoot, and the pitter-patter of childrens' feet drummed through the air. As Faithkit made her move, Falsekit rushed to where he knew the ball would fly. They careened around to face Faithkit's left flank and held out one downy-furred paw. Softly, the bundle of verdant threads caressed against their paw pads, bouncing slightly as it fell to the earthen floor. With the moss-ball now within their grasp, a few seconds rolled by as the kitten contemplated as to where they wanted to send the ball next, as though mind blackened briefly in stormclouds of thought. Greyish-blue stare fell upon each of the kits that surrounded him, expectation roosting upon their too-bright eyes and too-wide smiles. I don't trust any of you to do this. For all I know, you'd send it flying the other way... Without hesitating a moment more, Falsekit attempted to strike the moss-ball towards Brindlefeather, though their aim fell short of precise and coordinated. Regardless, there was a chance that it would slip by Brindlefeather's keen eyes...

SUNSHINE IS FAR, CLOUDS LINGER ON

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EVERYTHING I POSSESSED, NOW THEY ARE GONE

• OOC. Rolled a 7, with 1+ Faithkit buff its 8 :3 his ass did not want to work with the other kits smh / IC opinions!
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  NOTE: This is a very loose reference until I can draw a more accurate reference. <3​
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  FALSEKIT & 04 MOONS

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  —— Agender / Any Pronouns & Gendered Terms
  —— Kitten of Thunderclan / Adopted by Serpentberry / Biological sibling to Faithkit & Thornkit
  —— A shorthaired fawn tortoiseshell with medium-high white and greyish-blue eyes. Walks with a confident, almost unassuming posture. Talks with a calm and collected voice, and one much too mature for their age.
  —— Outwardly, Falsekit is an affable and polite cat with natural charisma. Within the controlled walls of their own making, they are a skeptical and nihilistic soul, often going about in life in accordance to their own morbid curiosity.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

 

[brindlefeather's icon brindlefeather brindlefeather]

BRINDLEFEATHER ──

thunderclan | forager​

Brindlefeather is pleased to see that the kittens are taking interest in the game, listening attentively as he explains the rules to him. He offers an encouraging smile to Faithkit, who doesn't seem too confident that this game will be easy.
"Don't worry, Faithkit. As long as you work together it'll be easier than you think!" Luckily her sibling offers to work with her themself, and Brindlefeather nods, satisfied. "That's the spirit, see?"

As Brindlefeather punts the ball in the direction of the kittens, they scurry about in an attempt to bat it toward the cave. Brindlefeather watches closely, his eyes flitting to and fro as they follow the movement of the ball. When it rolls near Faithkit's paws, Brindlefeather gets ready to jump and block it from slipping past him, but the kitten punts it to the side instead of forward; when he turns, Falsekit is sending it rolling underneath him, and his paws smack against the cold ground as it flies just past his reach.
"Oh, you got it!! Great job!!" He reaches to grab the ball back from the mouth of the makeshift cave, grinning at the siblings who'd outsmarted him. "What'd I tell you? A little teamwork will go a long way!! Ready to try again?" Brindlefeather waits for the kits to prepare for another round before sending the ball rolling toward the center of the group.

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

it's never too late

• ooc: rolled an 8 - it is not higher than falsekit's roll so he still misses! round two go!!
• "speaking" | thinking | action

 

[Blizzardblaze]

Blizzardblaze awoke as ThunderClan gradually roused itself and got its day started, prying his pale eyes open and peering out into the newly-sunlit camp. He could hear the chatter of kits' voices and Brindlefeather's encouraging tones and immediately felt his curiosity piqued. What's going on? The small bicolor stretched, relishing the pull of his muscles and the relief of stiffness that had accumulated over a night of sleep, and then strolled out to investigate. What he found delighted him: a game of mossball, but played as he'd never seen it before. Instead of kittens playing exclusively among one another, or with a reluctant apprentice roped in to entertain them, Brindlefeather himself was guarding a little...cave?...of some sort, into which the kits were trying to knock the mossball. Blizzardblaze recognized it at once as his forager colleague's handiwork and let out a hearty purr of approval, settling on the sidelines to watch. "Alright, the siblings working together to get one in straight off! Nice job, guys!" His dark tail swished behind him as he waited excitedly for the next move, eyeballing the twig-goal which Brindlefeather had crafted and trying to puzzle out its construction from afar. What a cool thing to do. thought Blizzardblaze with a sense of fondness.