Open Camp RED, GREEN, YELLOW, SHIFT LANES! ✦ surprise game of mossball

[Timberfrost]

{$title} timber's cleaning up the nursery and accidentally initiates a game of mossball... or keep away!

—————————————————— 'Till I can't run no more ✦

Busy, busy. It's all this season seemed to be, expectations mounting as the cold winds began to set in. Of course, Timber didn't mind too much—being able to help take care of the little ones was what he was best at, and he'd be remiss if he didn't help out. It was much better than being out and about, with nowhere to call home. No, no he liked it just fine here. The tom mulled on this quietly, tiredly, scooting about the nursery with careful and gentle steps. There were far too many small kits to be distracted, too many beady little eyes that would follow him as he went, too many opportunities for a ill-timed step to result in a bawling child. At least these days he could still refresh the moss just fine, though he had to admit the way his nose ran with something clamped in his jaws was... not the most pleasurable sensation.

Timberfrost muttered out a gentle "'Scuse me-" as he went, leaning down to pull up a discarded nest. As he did, though, it seemed to almost fall apart in his jowls—and a carefully formed ball of moss rolled out of the wad, tumbling just out of reach. 'Must've been someone's old mossball' He mused to himself with a silent smile, dropping the rest of the old nest at his paws. He made a step towards the mossball, leaning down to attempt to snap it up in his mouth, fully unaware of any kits around him.

It's true, I want to be with you tonight

But I'm a little too late

• @Silverkit come steal from the old man
  also tagging @snailkit @wisteriastrike @moonflowerpaw @Snowdropheart @Jadethorn
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  Timber
  ✦—Shadowclan Caregiver | 30 Moons
  ✦—He/Him
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A large chocolate tabby with pale gold eyes
  #9A775A

 

[Silverkit Silverkit]

——————————— From here you like like ants in a row.✦

Silverkit was more than happy to do nothing but- Well, nothing! While the allure of fighting and sparring and biting people was always appealing, they also loved nothing more than curling up in any free nest and dozing off. But of course that snotty-nosed caretaker was trampling everything again.

They found Timberfrost a snoozefest, maybe that's why sleeping was so easy in the nursery, cause he was booooooring. Saffronkit would never get to run around like them, always stuck to his side while he slept all day. Silverkit is only two moons; they have a reason to sleep all the time. Timberfrost literally didn't do anything ever.

It's why they affixed their mismatched eyes on the caretaker as he again tried to creep about the nursery. He never did anything interesting, but like watching a bird in a tree, someday there would be something Silverkit could do to jump into action. And, well, today was their lucky day!

As Timberfrost lifted a nest, something plopped out, which made the kitten stand to attention as their eyes glittered with utter mischief: a mossball! They moved before thinking too long, and as Timberfrost bowed to pick it up, they darted beneath his jaw and snatched the thing right up from under his nose, knocking into the side of his face in the meanwhile.

They giggled maniacally behind the mouthful of moss, eyes crinkling in a smile. "Yew sthnoofth yew lewfth." They tried to jeer, too muffled with the moss in their mouth. Instead, they dropped it with a spluttering noise, trying again. "You snooze, you lose!!!" They giggled, suucessfully thos time. Now taking the mossball and promptly kicking it around, as far away from the caretaker as they could.

—— It doesn't a killer to murder,

it only takes the reason for the kill. ——

• ooc - get ROBBED old man!!! either come play mossball or try steal it back for timbers dignity to be saved after getting robbed by a toddler
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  Silverkit
  ✦—Shadowclan kitten
  ✦—They/Them
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A stocky blue rosette tabby with Finnish roan spotting and mismatched eyes.
  #67739A

 

[Blacktree]

BLACKTREE
​ Damn your love, damn your lies ​

Blacktree was in the middle of an uncommon dream - something nice and pleasant, chasing frog through the pocosin. As she pounced at the frog, it suddenly turned, leaping right at her face! The caretaker mewed in surprise as she awoke to the unmistakable scent of moss at her nose. One of the kits must've... She looked around, noting Silverkit looking particularly smug, with Timberfrost blinking, his mouth halfway down to the ground.

Ah. It was like that, she supposed.

Her paw messed with the mossball a bit, changing the direction between the kit and the other caregiver. Would she pass to Timberfrost or to Silverkit?

Instead, she batted the little mossball to one of the other kits, laughing softly as she made eye contact with Timberfrost.

"Go on, kits - let's see how well we can keep the prey away from the fox trying to take it!"

AND IF YOU DON'T LOVE ME NOW

✦

YOU WILL NEVER LOVE ME AGAIN

• OOC: enjoy, children
• KEY:
  

  speech

  
  

  thoughts

  
  attempted action
  

  "other character's speech"

  
  
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  BLACKTREE is a long-furred she-cat with vitiligo and brown eyes. A former Colony cat, she joined with Sable and the other future ShadowClan cats in the split. She still bears a scar from that night.
  ShadowClan Caregiver
  59 moons
  Cis female (she/her)
  Sister to Grayflight, Patchfog, and Hollis. Mate of Dune. Mother to Pine. Former mate of Blisteringfury.
  Peaceful powerplay OK!