Roleplay Starters For The Desperate~

Training

(This is a little part of Mirage's past)

"Back straight, tail held high, ears perked forward, balance yourself, walk smoothly." Mirage's mom instructs.

A 13 year old Mirage was standing there, holding two plates, one in each hand. A third was balancing on his head. He looked so nervous. He was trying so hard not to shake.

"Good, now walk over to the farthest table without messing up." His mother instructs.

Mirage gulped nervously, hesitantly taking one step after the other. His ears slowly lowered themselves.

"Ears up! You want to look confident don't you?"

"Yes mother." Mirage responds, perking his ears back up immediately. A small nervous smile starts to make its way onto his face. I'm doing it! I'm not messing up! I'm— ... oh no.
Mirage suddenly felt a tickling sensation near his nose, feeling like he had to sneeze.

All it took was one small tiny sneeze for Mirage to mess up everything, loosing his balance before and every thing on the plates spilt onto his nice clothes. Food and drink got all over him. He was a mess.
He looks down at the mess he had made. All 40 of his siblings had seen what had happened and where either attempting to hide their laughter or where just straight up laughing at him.