Friendship is everything (Open for RainyHeart)

Nutkit left the nursery. She scampered next to the fresh kill pile, bored out of her mind. Was there anything exciting that a kit could do around here? Nutkit was rather lonely. She had no littermates, and it could be hard to find someone her age willing to talk to her, let alone play with her.
"Anyone up for a game?" Nutkit asked the air.

"I am!" Finchkit padded up from behind her den-mate, a friendly smile on her face. Purring, she sat down beside Nutkit and introduced herself. "I'm Finchkit, Fallowstripe's kit. I've seen you around before and always wanted to talk to you!" Her silver striped tail waving excitedly, she asked "What do you want to play?"

Nutkit purred excitedly. "Let's pretend that little clump of moss is an enemy warrior invading," Nutkit suggested. Her ears were twitching in excitement. "We have to be careful. If the enemy warrior hears us before we attack, we have to run away."

Finchkit purred excitedly, and bent down in a crooked crouch. Her tail waving, she began to sneak up on the patch of springy moss, trying to make sure her paws fell lightly on the muddy ground. Looking back, she looked to see what Nutkit was doing.

(omg I'm sooo sorry! I totally forgot about this topic! D:)

OOC: It's okay
Nutkit had decided to come from a different angle, to confuse it. Though her crouch was sloppy and her excitement made it hard to tread lightly, Nutkit was having fun pretending to be a warrior. 
"On three, we pounce," Nutkit whispered to her new friend "One, two, three." Without hesitation, Nutkit burst forward.

Purring, Finchkit pounced in perfect unison with Nutkit, and they both reached the moss at the same time. Letting out tiny play-growl, the gray and white tabby she-cat began to shred the moss with her tiny claws, and hissed; "Take that enemy warrior!" She made sure to leave about half the moss for Nutkit.

Nutkit's tiny claws tore at the moss Finchkit had left her, covering her chestnut colored paws with shades of green and brown. A small growl escaped from her. 
"Take that! Never underestimate Riverclan!' Nutkit hissed. Once the moss had been torn apart, Nutkit sat back and purred.
"Thank you for playing with me, Finchkit. That was fun! My name is Nutkit, by the way."

OOC: I just realized Nutkit hasn't said her name yet.

Shaking the shredded remains of the moss from her needle-sharp claws, Finchkit looked up at Nutkit and purred. Smiling, she meowed "No problem! I love to play with friends!" Still bursting with energy, she crouched down with her rump in the air, fluffy tail waving. "What do you want to do now?"

Nutkit swished her tail excitedly. She had never really had an actual friend before.
"How about you decide what we do next? I chose the first game, so it would only be fair if you chose the second one," Nutkit replied.

Finchkit purred and nodded in agreement. "Okay! Hmmmm...." Gazing around the clearing, she looked for something new the two of them could play with. Something colorful caught her eye; an iridescent bird feather. Dashing over, she picked it up by the shaft and trotted back over to Nutkit, a playful gleam in her yellow eyes. Blowing it into the air, she meowed "Don't let it touch the ground!" When the feather floated back down, she lightly batted it towards her new friend.

Nutkit nodded at waved a paw at the feather. It flew up into the air, slowly drifting back towards the earth. She purred in laughter as the feather floated down, blowing it towards Finchkit.

Crouching down, Finchkit skillfully launched herself up at the drifting feather and knocked it back over to Nutkit, purring excitedly.

Nutkit balanced on her hind legs, and using her sheathed paws batted at the beautiful feather. This sent the feather flying towards the other kit, quite a bit faster than it had the past few times.

Finchkit gasped in surprised as the feather suddenly flew past her, caught on a swift breeze. Dashing after it, she just managed to catch it with a high jump. Trotting back over to Nutkit, she purred proudly and once again blew the feather towards the she-kit.

Snorting almost silently in amusement, Nutkit watched watched her friend chase the feather. She was imagining pulling off an even higher leap when Finchkit blew the feather at her. Jolting her head towards it, Nutkit attempted to swipe at the feather in vain. The bright feather blew over her head, and when Nutkit turned around, it landed on her back. She let out a purr of laughter at her own mistake, then shook the feather off and batted it back towards Finchkit.