The Falling Stars/Roleplay




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Night purred as he looked at Moth. "Thank the Tribe of Endless Hunting," he sighed, staring into his daughter's eyes for the first time. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   23:34, October 16, 2015 (UTC)

Moth blinked at her father, who had blue eyes, like her mother's. Holding his stare for a bit, and turned away, sniffing. " Where's Sorrel?" G r y f f i n d o r  17:58, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"What?" Sorrel heard her name being called, and she bounded down the side of Night's legs to see what it was. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:01, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

" I'm Moth, your sister!" Moth said slowly, finding it weird seeing her littermate for the first time. ''She's nothing like what I imagined. '' G r y f f  i n d o r  18:24, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel bounced on her paws. "Finally, I can play with someone!" The tortoiseshell she-cat waved one paw in the air boredly, before returning her gaze to Moth. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:29, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Moth hesitantly lowered herself out of the nest, testing her weight on her legs. Kit fuzz was around her eyes and her ticked fur was fluffy with youth. Bird gave her a little nudge and Moth slithered forwards, stopping a few tail-lengths away from her sister. "  What do you wanna play?" G r y f f i n d o r  18:37, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"I don't know..." Sorrel paused for a moment, trying to think of something. "...Ooooh, I know! You wanna play some Mossball?" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:39, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

"... Mozboll? What's that?" Moth said slowly. G r y f f i n d o r  18:41, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

(mozboll xDDDD) Sorrel shook her head slowly. "Come on, I'll show you," Soorel mewed, scampering over to the edge of the den. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   18:43, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

(the intelligence of moth). Moth followed at a more hesitant and cautious pace, looking around the den. She reached the corner, staying away from the shadows, not entirely sure what they were. G r y f f i n d o r  18:48, October 18, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel waited for Moth. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:08, October 19, 2015 (UTC)

Moth arrived, twitching her ears at Sorrel. G r y f f i n d o r  18:52, October 19, 2015 (UTC)

"Come on!" Sorrel bounded out of the nursery, her fur bristling. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   00:37, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

This was exhausting for Moth. The ticked tabby scrambled after her lively sister, excited, but not liking that her sister was telling her what to do. She looked up at the sky and gasped- it was so large, so blue!- and at the space that was their camp. She forced her small legs to move quicker, trying to keep up with Sorrel. G r y f f i n d o r  00:59, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel waited for Moth for a little bit, waiting for her sister to catch up. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:03, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"... I'm here." Moth panted, shaking her head. " What were you going to show me again?" G r y f f i n d o r  01:04, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel thought for a moment. "Oh yeah! I was going to show you how to play Mossball!" -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:08, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

" Moz- bal..." Moth said slowly, testing out the pronounciation. Her eyes brightened. " Okay! Let's play!" she crouched down playfully. G r y f f i n d o r  01:09, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"Just gotta fetch something..." Sorrel went down to the nook where she kept her ball of moss nearby, and she brought it out, clasping it in her jaws. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:11, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

" Ewww!" Moth yelped, springing backwards and failing epically, landing on her side. She sprang up and curled her lip in disgust. " What is ''that?" '' G r y f f  i n d o r  01:12, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

"It's moss," Sorrel mewed, prodding the ball with a paw. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   01:13, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Moth sniffed it cautiously, eventually deciding she could trust it. " So we play Mozball with this... Moss?" G r y f f i n d o r  01:20, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel nodded eagerly. "Yeah! You've got to try and catch the ball." Sorrel then picked up the ball back in her jaws. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   03:10, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Moth waited for Sorrel to release it, eyes slitted slightly and tail waving for balance as she crouched. G r y f f i n d o r  22:30, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Eagle sat inside of his den, hearing the kits playing before sighing. He had no heir, and if he died...Well, bad things would happen. 22:32, October 20, 2015 (UTC)

Sorrel tossed the ball. -- T h e m i n d   i s j u s t   a c o m p l i c a t e d   m a c h i n e   09:00, October 21, 2015 (UTC)

Moth jumped for the ball and pounced on it. G r y f f i n d o r  22:13, October 21, 2015 (UTC)

Flame sat in camp, twitching an ear boredly. 13:36, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth missed the mossball and chased it as it rolled across the floor. G r y f f i n d o r  14:01, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame watched Moth and sat outside, purring in satisfaction. "Looks like you're having alot of fun," He murmered, cocking his head. 14:04, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" What?" Moth squeaked, putting a paw on the mossball. " Oh, yeah. It's fun!" G r y f f i n d o r  14:07, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame smiled at Moth, purring with satisfaction. "Mossball, hmm? Seems to be the kits' favorite game these days." 14:08, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth cocked her speckled head to one side. " What's favourite?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:10, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame contiuned to purr. "Mossball is favored by most kits," He replied, drawing a paw over his ears. "Something you prefer over others." 14:12, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Moth frowned slightly, tail swishing over the ground. " What's prefer?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:15, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame looked away, growing slightly annoyed. "Eh, nevermind. But yeah. Have fun playing Mossball." 14:16, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" What's nevermind?" Moth squeaked, curious and fascinated at the strange words Flame was saying. But then she grabbed the mossball and trotted away. G r y f f i n d o r  14:17, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame blinked blankly, and snarled codly under his breath in frusteration. ''That troll.. oh well. ''(XDDD) 14:19, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

(cats don't even know what trolls are lol). Moth didn't notice the snarl, but Bird- who's ever watchful blue eyes were on her kits- did. She got up and marched over to the tom, eyes flashing and fur bristling. " What did you just do to my kit?" G r y f f i n d o r  14:21, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame backed away, blinking in confusion. "Uhhh, I didn't do anything," He snarled, narrowing his eyes sharply and stomping away. 14:23, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" I heard you snarl at her," Bird snapped, tail beginning to lash as she entered protective-mother mode. "  Don't you dare snarl at any of my family- especially my kits- ever again." She watched him stalk away with a cold satisfaction, marching back to her kits and sitting beside them protectively. G r y f f i n d o r  14:25, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Flame let out a growl, and snarled one thing back before exiting camp. "Well, maybe you should teach your kit what words mean!" 14:28, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

" Maybe you should grow up!" Bird called back defiantly, very angry. She turned her back on the entrance, not wanting to engage in furthur arguing with that tom. G r y f f i n d o r  14:29, October 31, 2015 (UTC)

Reeds That Grow by River quietly stalked a mouse, her thoughts getting mixed with her memories from the battle. ''Stupid Burn, having kits with that she-cat. Good thing he died, they got together even though the she-cat's Clan and his faction were enemies. I remember hearing that their kits died anyway, though I think that she-cat didn't deserve to have her kits killed by that rogue.'' "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  15:39, November 1, 2015 (UTC)

Moon felt his hackles raise with fear as Eagle led him to what was to be his new home. At one point, all of the cats had been his Tribe's enemies, but now, he was their heir, their future leader. 20:30, November 1, 2015 (UTC)

Trotting back to her home, Reed jumped as she spotted Moon. "And who is this, Eagle?" "I hope  you understand.   I want   to understand.   I'm   sorry."   -Peridot, Steven Universe  01:37, November 2, 2015 (UTC)