PAFP Camp THERE’S THE SUN ON YOUR FACE [playing games]

[pricklekit]

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 There are plenty of ways for a kit to keep themself entertained within the broader RiverClan camp, plenty more than when confined to the nursery. Though the nursery does happen to be where most of the chocolate-patched fuzzball's playmates stay, there are other cats they like to pester into playing games with them. Galepaw, for instance, is a good question-answerer, and Pikestar is just fun to follow around. But Pricklekit likes playing games with the younger kits, even though sometimes…

"No, no, Mel'dykit, y'gotta…" they trail off after a moment, realizing how inescapable their plight has proven to be. They could probably keep explaining the rules over and over and over, a hundred times even, and the kit wouldn't understand it any better. "You're s'pposed to move 'em, not eat 'em!" Still, in spite of their light protest, there's a gleeful tone to the kit's voice, a laugh barely disguised beneath displeasure. They tip their head to the side, considering the rocks that lie before them. "Guess w'can make a new game. Canya pick up all the rocks when I move 'em?" Sprout-green eyes remain fixed on the molly even as one paw moves to knock aside one of the stones they had been using, sending it skittering outside of the carefully-drawn lines in the dirt.

nothing's set in stone ✼✼ the world will change

• ooc: @melodykit
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  PRICKLEKIT ˚𓆛˚｡ they/them, kit of riverclan
  ✼ stocky, fluffy chocolate and white kit with thick fur hiding their eyes. clingy and oblivious, a sleepy kit who prefers naptime over games.
  ✼ enhanced sense of smell ; gets nauseous easily
  ✼ sibling to branchkit, hollykit, saffronkit, skykit ; adopted by pikestar
  ✼ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; they appreciate physical contact
  ✼ played by foxlore

 

[melodykit]

She likes Pricklekit. More and more does the chocolate moggy become a trusted individual in the nursery, effectively luring the cream tabby from the safety of her nest. Today, they do well to try and teach the younger kit a new game - try being the keyword. While Melodykit can understand every third word in the explanation and every fifth in the re-explanation... that still hardly paints a full picture for her. The most of what she comprehends is that there are stones, and she must do something with them. And given Pricklekit's recent rock-chewing incident, is she so wrong to assume that they want her to do the same here?

She blinks in surprise as, yet again, they rebuff her efforts to play their game. They don't seem angry, even if their words suggest they're frustrated. Melodykit puts space between herself and the now slobbered on rocks, ears pricked with caution. They won't... yell at her, will they? She almost begins to shiver before the white-and-brown kitten offers a new game. Much simpler, they make an example by immediately flinging one of the stones out of the way. And like a hound chasing a ball, Melodykit cheers, "Got'it! Got'it!" and races after the stone. She grasps it between milk teeth with some difficulty and perks up again, staring straight towards Pricklekit, and waiting for the nest step.