Games (o)

[Rowansky]

Rowansky thought it was high-time that she played a game with the kits. Rolling a patch of moss into a ball, she batted it around, green eyes wide and inviting. "Anybody want to play a game?" A smile was wide on her face.

[Fallowpaw]

Fallowkit turned blue eyes onto the queen, surprised she was willing to play a game of moss ball with the kits. I want to play! the little silver kit thought, bounding over and skidding to a halt at Rowansky's side. "Me! Me!" she pleaded, glancing briefly around the den and wondering if someone else would join. Playing with an adult would be fun... but she hoped she wouldn't be the only one to do so. I haven't played moss-ball yet. The words snatched a bit of confidence from the little one, but she didn't let it show. She had seen other kits play the game... how hard could it be?

[Rowansky]

Rowansky grinned as she saw a silver-pelted kitten race her way. An amused chuckle left the queen, and she lowered herself to Fallowkit's height. "You're pretty excited, darling," she purred, "Have you played this game before? It's really not all that hard!" With an encouraging smile, Rowansky straightened up and lightly batted the ball towards the kit, the energy already evident in her actions. "We'll play with each other first, but maybe later someone else will join us!"

[Fallowpaw]

Fallowkit nodded quickly, scampering over to the moss-ball. She tried to copy Rowansky, and was at least able to bat it back over. "Nope, I've never played this before!" she squeaked, turning back to the den. Would anyone join them? Oh well! She gave Rowansky a smile. I get to play moss-ball with a queen!

After a moment, she realized she hadn't said her name. And with tons of kittens being born, she suspected Rowansky didn't know it. "Oh-I'm Fallowkit!" she meowed, giving a hop of excitement. "My mother is Lightfall!"

[Rowansky]

Rowansky beamed. "Well, you could have fooled me! You're a natural, dear," she praised, catching the ball between her snowy paws. Wiggling her haunches, the ginger, striped she-cat tossed it back to Fallowkit. A glow of love and pride shown on the queen's face at the mention of Fallowkit's mother. "You have a beautiful name, Fallowkit. Lightfall, you say? I did hear of my sister having a new litter a couple of sunrises ago."

"Well, you children seem to grow all too fast for me to keep track," she giggled sheepishly. "I look forward to the day you become a wonderful apprentice, Fallowkit."

[Fallowpaw]

Fallowkit leaped at the moss-ball, stopping it with clumsy paws and squeaking with joy. So Rowansky is my kin? she thought, pausing to give the queen a quick glance. She was a bit surprised by that, but nonetheless thrilled. "I can't wait to be an apprentice!" she mewed, throwing the ball back over in a kit-like way. Though, she added to herself. What's the hurry?

True, every kit couldn't wait for the day they stepped paw into the territory. But leaving the nursery meant leaving her mother, and her new-found kin. And also having the entire Clan dependant on you for food and your loyalty. That was a lot to ask for someone so small... that didn't mean she wouldn't do it, of course! She just hoped her six moons wouldn't fly by so fast.

[Rowansky]

The simple joy radiating from Fallowkit reminded Rowansky of how precious being so young and so oblivious to the harsh realities of the world was. Smiling softly, the queen caught the ball with her tail. "Yes, I seem to hear that a lot from your denmates," she agreed, "but I always did feel like there was no rush in becoming older and getting responsibility. To each their own, I suppose." Shrugging a little, Rowansky let her slightly-serious front disappear, replaced by a childish excitement. "I bet you I can catch the mossball and balance it on my nose!"

[Fallowpaw]

Fallowkit nodded sheepishly at what Rowansky said. "Yeah... I guess I'm not in a big hurry." she admitted, crouching down with her chest flat and tail lashing. I still have a while to go before becoming an apprentice. She thought, twitching her ear when it started to itch.

When the queen spoke of the challenge, however, Fallowkit stood up straight and looked at her in disbelief. "I don't believe you!" she squeaked, wondering if Rowansky actually could. Queens are amazing!

[Rowansky]

Rowansky's whiskers quivered in amusement. "And that's not entirely a bad thing," she assured her. Her evergreen gaze looked down at the small, silver kitten, imitating her crouch for a moment before giggling and rolling the ball to her other paw. "I don't believe you!" Rowansky let out a clear, chiming laugh. "Oh, I bet you I can! Watch!" The queen was sure she wouldn't be able to do it, but the awe written all over Fallowkit's face still pushed her into trying. The ginger tabby tossed the ball into the air and rushed to catch it on the top of her nose. Of course, it bounced off and rolled away. Rowansky bursted into laughter, "Well, I guess I can't do it, but at least you can say I tried!"

[Fallowpaw]

Fallowkit watched the ball rise in the air, almost willing it to actually balance her nose. But when bit bounced away, she couldn't help but giggle with amusement. "That's okay." she squeaked, scampering over to the moss-ball and rolling it back over. "Yeah, at least you tried!" Doesn't matter if she missed, it was still pretty cool! Thinking of doing something equally as cool, Fallowkit leaped into the air-moss in her paws-and batted it expertly towards the queen. She surprised herself at how it rolled right into Rowansky's path, though, she landed rather clumsily and squeaked at the weight on her legs. I didn't jump very high. she mumbled to herself.

[Rowansky]

Rowansky purred in amusement. "It would have been so cool if I did get it, though," she pointed out with a good-natured shrug. "Oh well!" The queen licked her paw and swiped it over her ear, green eyes focused on the silver-pelted kitten. Rowan sky was impressed with her sudden move, and almost failed to catch the mossball that sailed her way. She batted it out of the air and on the ground between her legs. "That was terrific! Where did you learn to do that, Fallowkit?"

[Fallowpaw]

Fallowkit looked away with embarrassment, though she was rather proud of the stunt herself. "I dunno." she admitted with a soft shrug of her shoulders. "I kinda just wanted to do something cool like you did."

[Rabbitpaw]

Rabbitkit had been watching the pair for quiet a while in a corner of the nursery. He had been too shy to come join them in their game of throwing moss or talking. He decided to come over and say something.
" Hi there! " Rabbitkit greeted the two other cats. He waited patiently for someone to answer.

[Fallowpaw]

Fallowkit squeaked at a sudden voice, whirling around to see a tomkit standing with a patient look. Does he want me to say something? she thought, glancing quickly at Rowansky. Was the queen waiting for her to introduce herself first? "U-um, hi. My name is Fallowkit." the silver kit mewed softly, feeling a bit shy herself. "Do you... want to play moss-ball with us? Or-can he, Rowansky?"

[Rowansky]

Rowansky smiled at Rabbitkit, happy that another had joined their little game of two. "Hello, darling," she mewed. Her green gaze met Fallowkit's, and she nodded subtly at the uncertain question dancing in the she-kit's eyes. Go ahead. It would be good for them to get to know each other, maybe even become friends. "Of course he can! The more, the merrier!"