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Originally Posted by Lilacquartz
[ omg mottlekit is so scrunkle <3, and sure! Quailfur was added to Mottlekits party +1 ]
Quailfur raised a brow, Mottlekit was doing the most for this small game. She huffed as she slid her paw. Like an epic action cinema battle scene was about to play and cause the whole audition to scream at the top of their lungs. Well - not that it really matters in a world of cats. She lunged the moss-ball into the air, seeing it fly into the air in a huge radius. She waited to see it land in the kit jaws. Surely it would?
The sudden adrenaline of it going over Mottlekits head hit her in a matter of seconds. She sent the ball too far! She panicked as she looked towards Mottlekit. Would the tom catch the ball in time? She gulped. The ball seemed to be going in slow-motion as the audience were waiting with their hearts beating out of their chest. When she realized it was actually just right on top of Mottlekits head ready to dive down. She yelped looking towards Mottlekit with widened eyes. "Mottlekit watch out! Oh Starclan-" A small gasp escaped her.
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The kit saw the ball hovering the air, he grinned as his emerald eyes sparkled. The sudden adrenaline made him feel like he was pounding across the ground. Ready to strike a cat and make his moves epically vicious. But.. that wasn’t exactly the case at all. The ball.. seemed to be going over his head? He snorted as Quailfur began to panic for him. He held his tail up high, confidence was sparking in him at the moment. "I got it! I got it!" He backed up, the ball seemed to be teasing him with how much air time its having at the moment. stuck up ball why won’t you just drop down and make me look cool! Mottlekit felt an evil grin escape the ball, his brow twitched with irritation.
He ran back, his eyes following the ball. The ball seemed to finally drop, moss went flying towards him. He grinned as he yowled. "It’s coming this way! I got it! I-" Instead the ball was coming to him face first. He shook in place. As he realized this, he tripped over air with his hind paw. He flailed around panicking. "I don’t have it! I don’t have it!-" The moss-ball slammed into his face as it sent his scrawny body rolling and tumbling into the clearing. How embarrassing!