Mousekit let out a small squeak, a laugh of sorts - though her small form struggle to make it much louder than barely audible giggle. Like the squeak of a mouse - ironic how well her name had come to fit her. Not just in her stature but in the way she moved and talked, she was like that of a small calico mouse. If calico mice even existed, that is. She tilted her head to trying and correct the upside down view she had of her brother, stumbling to one side as she did, barely managing to correct herself before she too would have tumbled to the ground. Not on purpose though, like Duckkit had. Her tubby little form wandered over to Duckkit's side, looming over him as she gazed down with amused olive eyes. "You look funny from this view," She commented not longer after her adoptive brother's own comment, a bright smile lighting up her calico features. She was quite content with spending time with Duckkit, given how humorous she found her brother to be - whether it was kin-related admiration she had for him, or a genuine enjoyment of his sense of humour she didn't know. All she knew was that she found him funny; very funny. "Well, what should we do?" She inquired innocently, stilling looking down at Duckkit's silly expression, amusement still alight within her olive eyes.

Mousekit purred thoughtfully, soft olive gaze clouded with thought as she pondered long and hard about what game to play. She hadn't played hide and seek before, so she certainly didn't know about any of the hiding spots. It would give Duckkit an unfair advantage, though. Not that she minded too much, but she doubted it would be very fun for him if he knew exactly where to find her. She sighed, thinking for a moment. "Tag is always fun," She spoke aloud, quickly looking over at Duckkit to see his thoughts. But she quickly spoke up once more, "But I don't mind! We can play whatever," She assured him, really unbothered by what they play - she was with whatever, so long as she were playing with him. She was grateful enough he wanted to spend time with her, so anything would suffice.
(Apologies about mine being quite short as well, I was a little lost for words~)

Mousekit squealed excitedly, her stubby legs doing their best to chase after Duckkit. She hadn't really taken into consideration how much of a chore running was for her short legs, stumbling best she could quite a ways behind her adoptive brother's form. She would need a bit of luck if she was going to catch him, not that she seemed to mind. She was just happy to be playing, catching him was a secondary desire. She watched him jump almost elegantly over the larger form of a queen, and she suddenly felt determined to do the same. Unfortunately, it failed to go as well for her as it did for Duckkit. Her clumsy form quickly tripped over, getting herself stuck along the queen's back. With a little help from the much older she-cat, and a small telling off, Mousekit was back after Duckkit. Though this time she ran with a little less caution. She saw him go outside, and stumbled her way over to the entrance. She was more hesitant to go through the den's entrance, but wagered Duckkit wouldn't be happy if she gave up on the game. Upon wandering outside, her olive gaze shifted around frantically - but she couldn't see Duckkit no matter how hard she tried. She ambled around, looking for her adoptive brother's familiar form. Confused, she wondered where in starclan he could have disappeared to.