b(o)red and bashful

[Falconpaw]

Falconkit tossed a bit of moss into the air, waited for it to float back down, then pounced on it just before it was able to hit the floor. He began to claw at the mossball and lashed his tail. He was bored. Ears tilting backward, the tabby tom glanced around, spotting a few other kits. For a second he contemplated attempting to approach one of them, but in the end he decided to return to his shredding. He pouted, feeling ashamed that he wasn't brave enough to be able to go up and talk to a stranger.

[Blankpaw]

BlankKit didn't exactly get others. So most of her time was spent watching others play around the nursery. Everything was fairly confusing to the young kit. On this particular day she was watching a small tom toss a ball of moss around. She had seem a few kits do this before but she didn't quite understand it. When the tom paused in his playing for a moment she walked over and sat down right in front of him and looked at his pouting face. "Why do you... play with the moss?" She asked, her voice lilting and pauseing in strange places as she spoke.

[Falconpaw]

Falconkit's ears pricked when he heard another kitten approach. He sheathed his claws and looked her over curiously. His face didn't show much emotion, but the tip of his tail twitched in a nervous manner. "To occupy my time, I guess," Falconkit mewed, flicking his gaze down to his paws every so often, "there really isn't much else to do around here," he looked between the stranger and the tattered remains of his mossball, "... do you... well, I mean, do you wanna play?" He wasn't too sure what else he should say, but he didn't really want the she-kit to leave. "My names Falconkit, what's yours?"