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Mistyveil stretched her head back, almost to her shoulder blades before facing her kits. Beside her was Regin who she gave an affectionate look to behind the ear, "I would give anything to be rough with you tonight," she whispered in his ear, a smile all mischief clung to her lips. But no. Tonight couldn't be their 78th day night in a row. It was family game night. Mistyveil never planned on being a mom. Okay once she did and that was with Opaline, before she was caught. But the rest of her litters? She thought she would be locked up forever, never need to raise any of them. Now she had a job and needed to raise her kits, encourage her apprentice aged kits, and spend time with her older kits. It was a full time gig.
Tonight she wanted to have time put aside to pay attention to her family. So she told Plumeriapaw tonight they wouldn't check stock, but spend time with one another. After all most of her kits didn't know her very well, even the ones who traveled out of prison with her.
"Gather around everyone, we're having game night. It's a very big deal because soon you'll all be apprentices and warriors with busy lives. This will be a night we can remember and look back on," Mistyveil said.
Their mother was he was like two possessed beings, her fur and eyes vertically cut in half. Hot rosy peach fur radiated like light shining through pink clouds on her left half. Icy shimmery Russian blue blurred on the other half like light shining through fog. Her right eye was a rare turquoise shade that could see like a hawk while her left was haint blue with glittery gold specks. She had longish fur that flowed down her neck like a mane of hair and scars along her legs from battles never spoken.
Regin still felt uncomfortable being a warrior. The air was too thin and cold, instead of the cramped stuffiness of the prison he'd grown to call home; he could roam as he pleased and do as he liked, and that made him nervous. Most of all, he was often clean now -- or at least, cleaner than he used to be. Maybe not clean by most cat's standards. Still, you could see his natural coat once more, though it had been darkened by moons lived in the shade. The slender brown tabby tom shifted his stance as he waited for his mate to stop talking. He felt too... proper. Not himself.
Reaching down, he clawed up some mud, then slathered it down his shoulder. There; he felt a little better.
"Right, game night, kids," Regin agreed. "Time to play some games. All night."
Jasminekit peered up at her parents as they spoke, eyes narrowing as her. A game night? Even if her mother had previous explained she still dug her claws into the earth and spoke. "Why?" She retorted, her ended in a very off-putting hiss and her teeth making a quick appearance as her temper flared.
"Because it gives you something to do other than hiss at the ground," came the voice of the kitten's littermate, whose face was fastened into a grin. "Can't you have any fun?"she squeaked as she shifted her way into the focus of the scene. Her every move was large and grand, and the little she-kit took up an amount of space that was probably too big for justification.
Plumeriapaw slunk after her mother, so far her whole life had been as her mother's shadow. The apprentice even looked like a perfect copy of Mistyveil, though it was not like she minded. Plumeriapaw enjoyed being in her mother's shadow as it kept most of the focus off of her so she was free to disappear every now and then. Yet he she was ready for whatever family game night was. "What sort of games?" She spoke up as she stepped away from her mother. While she was still the age of a kit, she had been chosen to heal with her mother and was now an apprentice.
Jasimekit decided for herself that her sister was in face taking up to much space. With a grin and padded over and sat so their pelts were brushing. "Oh dear sister.." She mewed, that grin only widening as she rocked to nudge her in the shoulder, "I think we both know I can have plenty of fun."
The fluffy white kitten , Silentkit sat quietly listening to her siblings and parents. Family night? She thought to herself. Great! "Yeah what games?" She asked with her head tilted to the side.
"I wanna play games!" The words a rather absentminded and hyper addition to the group of eager kitten voices rang out a bit too loudly from Nikkokit, his mint-blue eyes two wide sparkling pools of unbounded kitten-like enthusiasm. It was hard to see the young tom becoming an apprentice despite his mother's words, there was something wholly innocent about his excitement that had him squirming despite a valid attempt to keep himself still.
Oh how he missed the days when they were alone in the prison, and someone else looked after their kits. Why were there so many? As Nikkokit came near, he raised one paw and tentatively poked the tiny tom in the side, then quickly drew his paw back from the foreign fluff in case it tried to bite him. Baffled, he shook his head and looked back up at his mate. "What games are we playing?"
Post by Featherheart on Nov 11, 2018 13:17:11 GMT -5
Opalinewing thought of herself as too old to play kit games, but since she didn’t really grow up with her littermates. . . Mainly because she was the only one still around from her mother’s first litter, however she fiercely watched over her other siblings after filthy DayClan cats took her other siblings, which she was pretty sure where not around anymore either or most that had been taken. — Cherry(paw?) was quite the opposite of her elder sister, always up for games even if some may have viewed her as being basically still a kit in a bigger body.
As she sat there, she tilted her head as if she was trying to listen to someone who was speaking rather softly. Plumeriapaw began to mutter softly to herself, it seemed like she was saying "No no, not yet" but it was unclear. Shaking her head she turned her focus back on her family. They were a ragtag bunch, not really cohesive and would never like be cohesive, yet she supposed she felt some sort of affection for them. Feelings were hard in her opinion.
Nikkokit blinked, as if unprepared and not quite sure what to make about being poked on his side by his father, though quickly he seemed to recover from his state of mild confusion back with barely bridled youthful energy, hopping to his paws. "We could play tag!" Nikkokit suggested, the random poke from his father likely being the inspiration for the suggestion, though it seemed unlikely that they were looking for suggestions.
Mistyveil shared the same sentiment as Regin, but this was their family they never expected to raise. As such they were naturally better than everyone around them, "We're going to play a game like hide and go seek. I'll chant a spell and once of us will be possessed by a white cat. We have to figure out who it is. This white cat will not laugh, it may not even like you, your job is to guess who it is, but the white cat must tell the truth. If you guess wrong that cat is out. If the white cat is the last one remaining then it gets to keep the body. Ready?" She asked without giving anyone time to decline, "kael seil ruoy tel tub ,kees uoy fo ydob eht ekat ,drawrof emoc tac etihw."
The snow picked up around them as the wind grew and whipped up in all directions and by the time the incantation was done the snow settled.
Icepaw and Windypaw blinked gazing around suspicious of the rest of their siblings.
"Now. Your job is to spend a moment questioning each other and then I will ask you all to vote which cat is possessed," Mistyveil instructed.
Plumeriapaw shivered slightly at the wind, her friend told her this was not a good idea. She wanted to listen but then again sometimes her friend was wrong. Now it was too late and someone was possessed, it could even be her for all she knew. What if it was her? If it was, she just hoped the white cat would be nice to her body and remember to eat when needed. Her dual colored eyes gazed out at her family, not truly sure who to ask or even what to ask.
