[Cosmo]

Originally Posted by Fuzzyfeline

The two littermates, Riverkit's and Frozenkit, sat in the RiverClan nursery. At first glance they may not look like siblings but they were and as close as could be. Riverkit's, the quieter gentler of the two, was a fluffy silver tabby. While Frozenkit, the protective playful one, was a fluffy white tom. Heather of them knew there real mother that well. Only Icebelly, there adopted mother, and Flowerkit, Icebelly's own kit. Despite this they were a very close family and you'd never guess they won't really Icebelly's kits.
Bord out of his mind, Frozenkit stood up and liked at his sister. "Do you want to play moss ball?" He asked his sister.
The silver molly nodded a slight smile on her face.
With that Frozenkit ran off to make a moss ball leaving Rivertkit to herself.
Riverkit's watched him go and decided to wait on him so she just sat lost in thought. Anyone would think she was blind, how she got lost in thought and just starred at a wall or something. This happened a lot when she was alone. It kept her busy so she didn't stay bord. And we all know what it's like being bord. In her head she could image anything! From being a Warrior and Queen to fighting off a badger to save someone. Sometimes she would be a spy in another Clan helping RiverClan by telling there secrets. But right know she was trying to figure out how to beat Frozenkit. She knew there games of moss ball wasn't just tossing balls. They'd end up running and pouncing each other as much as the moss. She needed a strategy. So, she sat trying to make one.

@Mystical

Rojokit was a not a very excitable cat. He was a red fluffy tom with a negative personality. While his brother was a yellow kitten, and a had a very positive perso. Neither of them were considered to have inherited their mothers personality, and as they did not know their father, they were unsure about that to. But while Rojokit sat in his mothers nest in the most bored manner, he had probably ever been in, if you didn't know him you would guess that was his personality. Sitting and thinking. If you assumed that, you were wrong.
Rojokit was bored, nothing exciting was happening to him. He was alert, a fly couldn't get past him if it was inching along the floor making no noise. But he especially couldn't miss two kits deciding to play mossball. The tom kit walked off to get the mossball, while the she-kit sat where she was, apparently thinking, or in a daze, though it was possible she was blind, Rojokit approached her. "Mind if I play, whatever-your-name-is? He asked, smiling a bit, as he tried to hold back a fit of giggles at what he had just called her. Of course he did not know her name, he hadn't even met her, so there was no reason for him to not call her that. Maybe it would be her permanent nickname. For all he knew her name would be something he would never want to say, maybe something truly ridiculous. But since he had not discovered her name yet, there was no reason for him to think that far ahead.