Prisoner or a guest?

Scarletkit looked at Darkpaw as she staggered backwards into the light. She looked at him with curiosity. Why was he just standing there? Did he know how to play, or was he just following her? "You're supposed to get the mossball, Darkpaw. That's how you play..." she hissed, her hackles rising with anger. Enough of this fox-dung! Darkpaw is so dumb! He doesn't even know how to play mossball!

Darkpaw saw that Scarletkit was getting pretty angry "Well yeah, but you seem to want that mossball way too badly". He never played any games with the kits when he was kit, so he didn't really know how this game worked, but he figured that obsession wasn't part of it

"The goal of the game is to keep the ball as long as you can! You're no fun! You don't play right! You better get your head out of your butt :U start playing right or I won't ever let you play!" the she-kit spat bitterly, trotting back into the bush.

Darkpaw had never seen Scarletkit get that angry before. He watched her go back into the bushes, and he began to wonder if he even wanted to play anymore. He didn't want to play to begin with, but now...