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Originally Posted by 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.
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Riverkit's blinked she hadn't realized Rojokit camp up. She'd need so concentrated she didn't hear the tom kit come up till he was there. At last she heard what he had said. "Oh, sure." She meowed as she looked at the ref tom kit. She didn't know this tom, or didn't remember him. It dawned on her that he called her 'Whatever-your-name'. It almost made her giggle. "I'm Riverkit." The silver tabby told him. It sounded fine to here, being calling Riverkit. That's all she's known, but some cats would say it was a bad name. This molly wanted to know about this red tom. He seamed normal though he was a bit taller then her. Then again, she was a molly and he was a tom. Tom normally were taller the mollies. "Who are you?" She asked tilting her head to one side. She told him hers it was only fare he told him his, right? Well that's what she thought.
Frozenkit was still collecting the moss. The white tom hadn't made moss balls much, normally Riverkit did that. But how was he going to get better if he never tried? That was what got him to offer this time. He wanted to get good at everything he did. You never know when you need something.