Friends? No, Thanks. (Open)

[Midnight]

Dewkit poked with a claw at a bundle of moss that she sat in front of, fluffy black-and-white kit fur sticking up all over the place, as she'd not bothered to wash it herself or ask one of the queens to groom it for her. Letting out a little yawn, Dewkit's ears perked and her head turned at the voice of another cat, and the kit wondered who the voice belonged to.

[Foxpaw]

Blue eyes gleamed slightly with a mix of both amusement and exasperation as Hailsky padded into the nursery. In his jaws was a tiny black kit, black fur sticking in every which way, blue eyes bright with laughter and excitement. Gently, he set down the squirming bundle by her sister, licking down both of the kit's spiky fur. Hollykit shot him a glare of displeasure, wriggling away. He brought his head down to stare at the much smaller kit, calm blue eyes serious. "Now, you stay out of trouble and stay here and play with your sister, okay?"

Hollykit sat with reluctant obedience beside her sister, pelt brushing her's softly.

[Midnight]

Dewkit saw her father walk into the nursery with Hollykit in his jaws, blinked as he licked down her fur, and listened intently as he scolded Hollykit. Dewkit didn't find it amusing, feeling instead a bit bad for her sister, though she knew that Hollykit had been brought back into the nursery by Hailsky for a reason, so there wasn't much room for guilt. "Hollykit... Game?" Dewkit mewed. She wasn't dumb, unintelligent, anything of the sort. No, she was very smart, constantly thinking, Dewkit simply didn't like speaking. Few words could go as far as many words, after all.

(Sorry for late response. I'm moving things to the archives and was going to move this, till I noticed that I must've completely forgotten about it, and obviously I decided to continue it. XD)