[Estelle]

 

Originally Posted by goodacacia

Rookkit
♜ WindClan | 1 moons

"Um...yeah, I am." Rookkit answered with a gruff voice, blatant and straightforward. Watching her sister stare in some direction that was not towards her. Whatever, if Coldkit had trouble figuring out who or where she was, that was perfectly fine. Even with eyes, Rookkit could hardly keep track of all 12 of her siblings. Nor did she wanted to. "Your ball?"

Oh, she meant the moss ball that was just tail length away. The slender dusky gray she-cat meant to go grab it for her, but a paw suddenly tapped her. The sudden touch made Rookkit pull back. Physical contact wasn't really her thing, even though Coldkit was her sibling, Rookkit hardly finds any touching or prodding to be very fun, unless it was a fight; then she was going to go all in and hit everything she saw or briefly touched. "Um, I do see it, alright. It is still right here..."

Rookkit grabbed the little measly ball of moss before dropping it near Coldkit's paws, hoping she'll be able to sense it. Somehow? How do things work when you can't see.

[ sorry for the late reply! also cold's header is so so cute ]

Coldkit
[ 1* moon | She / Her | Wc kit ]

Rookkit was a little skittish. When the kitten tapped what she assumed was her sister's paw, it almost felt like she tapped water. It disappeared beneath her, just like that, and Coldkit was left without anything to rely on once again. Her ears flickered and her breath warmed up the air around her as she strained her ears to listen instead; listen as her older sister spoke, and listen as the shuffled towards something and plopped another something at her paws.

Coldkit reached out. Tapping the ground in front of her until she felt it; a mossy touch, a little scratchy and a little damp. Her mossball. Or any one mossball, but this is the one she had made; it was clunky and not at all round, but it was hers. For a moment, Coldkit smiled, and she ushered the ball close to herself.
"Do you know. How to play with it?"
She asked, rolling the ball beneath her paws in a rhythmic movement.

"Can we play with it?"
She proceeded. Rookkit was nice. She liked Rookkit. She wasn't annoying like Moorkit or commanding like Rainkit, even if she preferred the later sibling to the other one.
"The other kits don't play with me. You will, right?"


[ I apologise as well! And thank you so much ]