"I'm sure things will get easier. Are the other kits nice to you?" The large she-cat inquired, marigold eyes watching curiously as the pale-coloured kit trotted around to her back. She let out a surprised gasp as he flopped down, not expecting him to. She lacked any understanding of kits and how they saw the world, and she was fascinated by his comparison - it was certainly the first time she'd heard her pelt looked like that of a lion's mane. Most compared her to a large owl, hence her name. She found it almost humorous it reminded him of such a peculiar thing. "A lion?" She inquired curiously, a playful expression lighting up her features as she carefully stood to her feet, Ammilkit still resting there. Her towering form moved slowly, cautious movements keeping Ammilkit steadily placed upon her back. She kept her head lowered, as to not hinder the young he-kit's view from her thick-furred back. Marigold eyes looked out upon the clearing, unfazed by the flood of odd looks she began receiving. Owlflame had stopped worrying about others, especially when there was little she could do to mend their judgemental characters. She listened carefully to Ammilkit, ready to lower him back down if necessary.
{I feel like this reply is all over the place, so I'd like to apologise for it! My future replies will hopefully flow more consistently then this one did}

Mousekit's olive gaze drifted from place to place, somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer amount of new things she was seeing. She had been out of the nursery a mere few times, and the small she-kit had come to realise that the Skyclan camp was changing near constantly. It was intimidating at first glance, but she reminded herself of the task at hand - she had to find Duckkit! Her short legs carried her chubby-looking form in a circle, as she analysed the area around her. It would be practically useless if she physically searched for Duckkit, so instead she opted to locate his scent in the air. However, the calico she-kit quickly found this tactic quite difficult to perform given how many scents there were in the air; she had yet to master the ability of tracking one scent alone. Her olive gaze searched her surroundings, newfound determination resting within their green depths, as she put her best efforts into finding her adoptive brother. After all, what was the point of playing if no one won? Secretly, Mousekit didn't mind losing - she was merely happy to be involved, a trait of her character she was unlikely to drop anytime soon. But she didn't want Duckkit to go without some sort of challenge, so she continued searching for him best she could. By some luck, her olive gaze flickered over a large bush and caught sight of a mixture of cream and orange fur standing out against the deep green of the bush. Duckkit! She quickly ran over, somehow managing to remain balanced the entire time and soon enough she could taste his familiar scent. "Duckkit, I found you!" She exclaimed, completely forgetting they weren't playing hide and seek but instead they were playing tag. She stood a few inches away from him, but made no move to pat him with her paw. "I win, I win!" She cheered, beaming with pride.