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[Dofferz!]

Smudgekit rolled around in the nursery, batting and kicking at the air over her as her back wiggled in the moss. She had grown a little bit from the time they have been born and the kit could tell that playing in the nursery was getting a little bit more cramped but doable. Emberbrook, on the contrary, believed otherwise and heartbeats later she was letting out protesting whines as her mother's nose scootched her to the entrance of the den. She didn't wanna go outside, no!

But she was only a little kit and the whacks from her little, sheathed paws against her mother's nose likely felt no more painful than flicking yourself with your own tail. Smudgekit laid face down outside, paws covering the top of her head. It was so much colder out here and... And so much room! She guessed the later was a positive, so huffing, Smudgekit slowly but surely stumbled to her feet, fur wild as she didn't stop and flatten it after the ferocious tussle with mama.

Just minutes later, Smudgekit was on her back again, but this time she had the limp body of a dead mouse receiving the pummeling of her feet and the soft nips. Way to go.

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Elkkit's stocky head lifted as she saw her sister be shoved outside, breath misty on the air. She smiled, bounding over to her sibling with a mossball in her jaws, swagger steady as she wasn't too cold out here. Thick kitten fur usually saved her! She had to love her father for granting her some of the thickest fur in the world. She purred, dropping the mossball at her sister's paws.

"Would you like to play mossball with me?" She asked, rolling it towards the future useless cat, eyes bright and kind. She had clearly forgiven - and apparently forgotten - that her sister had gotten her in trouble a while back. Which, should be great for Smudgekit!

"You don't have to if you don't want to." She added kindly, ears dropping at the thought of her own sister not wanting to play with her.

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Her head jerked up suddenly as Elkkit's voice rang. She hadn't even seen her sister approach! She blinked, smiling lightly and waving her tail at her offer to play moss ball together, and she bounded forwards a bit. She did like Elkkit a lot. Elkkit was good and wise and not really wise but that was besides the point. She puffed her tortoiseshell pelt up against the cold and hesitated. Of course she would play, but her element of surprise; she waited until it seemed Elkkit was believing she would not wish to before suddenly bursting forwards, batting at the moss ball and shooting it forwards with a giddy, kit squeak of joy. "Bet you can't catch it!" she claimed, therefore trying her hardest to keep it away from her sister like a soccer ball should she attempt to grab it from her.

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Elkkit was about to turn and walk away in sadness when suddenly, the ball was rolling away from her and Smudgekit was betting she couldnt catch ir and running away from her. Elkkit squealed in surprise, darting out of her sister's way before laughing and charging into the game with her. Elkkit attempted to reach between her sister's legs to snag the ball, to no avail. She started to try to shove her sister with her slightly larger body, laughing. "I'm gonna get it!" She mewled, still using her weight to her advantage.

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"No!" Smudgekit squealed, batting the ball between her paws while her sister aimed to snag it from her. Finally, however, Smudgekit realized that she was slowing down. She needed to catch her breath. But yet, the tortoiseshell looked back over her shoulder; she didn't want to give Elkkit the satisfaction of winning and knowing that she was slowing. "If you want it," she gasped, skidding to a stop and kicking the moss ball away with her foot and sending it flying multiple tail lengths away, "You gotta go catch it!" like playing fetch with a dog. In this instance, however, was more likely than not that Elkkit would not return the ball. She had better watch out!

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Elkkit nearly tripped over her own feet when her sister finally skidded to a stop. "If you want it," Elkkit started after the ball before watching it fly into the air. "You've gotta catch it!" Elkkit released a squeak of surprise as she darted after the mossball, movingnwith surprising speed, even if her legs were buckling beneath her harsh and cruel work. She wasn't meant to move this fast! Just as she was about to tumble face first in the dirt, she leapt, teeth snagging on the mossball in what could be described as a cinematic moment, the world seemingly in slow motion.

Elkkit hit the ground and broke, tumbling over in a blue of dilute tortie and green moss until she finally rolled to a stop. She struggled for a bit before standing, fur a mess and green eyes bright, the mossball in her jaws. "I got it!"

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Smudgekit gasped in surprise. She didn't expect Elkkit to actually catch the ball! And by the whisker on her muzzle, too! Her sister was off like a bullet, and Smudgekit didn't even know if was physically possible for a kitten to move so fast! She made no attempts to stop her but remained frozen, breath stuck in her throat as she waited. Would she really catch the ball? 'C'mon, Elkkit!' she found herself cheering in her head, praying to starclan that she would catch it!

aaaand, "Pow!" the tortoiseshell squealed in glee as Elkkit went down in a tumbling mess, nonetheless popping her head u with the ball. "Wow! That was amazing!" she purred before letting out a gasp of shock. Wait a moment, that meant that she had lost the ball! She would have to admit defeat! Or at least she had to switch roles to the point where she was the one trying to snag the piece of plant from her sister's grasp.

"You better watch out!" Smudgekit play growled, baring her little kit teeth mockingly and squealing a 'battle cry' as she flew towards her sister. She was gonna get that moss ball back one way or another!