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Username: [ Lady Kiya ]
Pet's Name: Kaushal
Short Personality Explanation: He's a bit of a complainer, but only when things don't go his way. He's outgoing, and tries to impress anyone that's near him. Who ever he think is worthy of his attention would be the one he's most likely would try to impress.
Prompt:

Prompt One: Aristol's Prompt
It's time to learn that so very important skill; stealing. Aristol has a nice little catch set up and it just could not be more simple; swipe the sandwich a careless construction worker has left lying on a low wall while he talked to a few friends. Time to show Aristol what the little kitten can do, or more a lack of it if that's the case; and win the tomcat's approval or just prove there's that much more work to be done. Note; in this prompt you do not need to play Ari's reactions, only the kittens actions and side of things.

Kaushal eyed the sandwich, then back at his dad. He wasn't sure about this, but it seemed almost too easy. He made his way slowly over to where it was. But in a stealth mode. Or what he thought would be stealth mode. Think like his father.... Be swift on his feet. Stealing would be fun. Plus, he had his twin sister to impress. What would happen if he did it wrong? She'd never let him forget about it, he was sure.

The men were still busy talking, but one glanced over, but seemed to not notice him. Though, it still made him stop completely in his tracks for a moment. Humans were scary. Or at least that's what he thought. Once he started moving again, he'd glance up at the humans every once in a while to make sure the coast was clear. Right as he got there, it seemed the humans were done talking. No! He took too long! But he still had time. He was determined.

Quicker, now, he was now to where the sandwich was, but he still had to jump to get it. Now in a slight panic, he started to jump for the sandwich. Though, it was still low enough to where he could jump on the wall and easily grab at the sandwich. But another problem showed. Kaushal had no idea how he was going to actually pick it up. It was on some type of cloth, or whatever it was. Maybe that was a good way to pick it up. He eyed the humans, still talking, but one looking as if he was getting hungry and wanting to get back to the almost stolen sandwich.

He grabbed a hold of a corner and started to pull it. First gently, then faster once the human that was now coming back, noticed his sandwich was moving. "GET BACK HERE YOU... YOU VERMIN!" Whatever that meant. Kaushal went as fast as he could dragging the food with his mouth and trying to run backwards. Not like he was going fast, but there was some bushes where his family was. He needed a ton more work, and would be angry at himself later because of how pathetic he was today.

Username: evil pirate duck
Pet's Name: Roger
Short Personality Explanation: Roger is, to put it simply, a lost kitten. Most everyone else in the family seems to know what they want to do when they're older, but Roger is... well, he's not so sure. Being a street cat would be awesome, because he'd get to be on his own and see the world, but being a house cat would mean he didn't have to search for food or affection. He's torn between two words (where he loves his father dearly and his mother's complaints are tolerable), and it's very likely that he'll attach to his sister and stay with her if possible.
Prompt: #2

It was well after mid-day that the usual drama began.

Maureen was complaining about Aristol, as she often did, and while Cambric, Sashimi and Avril were all busy playing together, Roger was sitting on the lowest step of the stop, his mother above him growling about how much of a slob the dark chocolate manx tom was. He was used to this, of course, and it was usually Avril who told her mother that complaining about him when she had kits with him was like trying to convince a squirrel it didn't have a tail; in other words, it made no sense, and it was pointless.

But Avril wasn't here. She was inside, romping with their brother and sister, while he was left to listen to the biting remarks her mother would grumble out every now and then. He often wondered if she did it to make them feel bad, or to make them feel unwanted, but he would always scold himself and know that, somewhere, she loved them. However, it was painfully clear that she didn't love their father, and it confused him to no end. He was lost in thought, as usual, and it was one string of words that brought his attention from the deep recesses of his mind back to the reality of the situation. ".... pathetic slob." He looked up, and saw his mother staring at him, and cringed mentally. Had she been talking to him? He couldn't tell. "What, mother?" She hissed lightly, and held her head higher. "I said your father was a pathetic slob." He sighed, and shook his head, prompting another hiss and a confused look.

"You should know that's not nice, mother. You'll be a bad example for Sashimi and Cambric."

She flexed her paws and ignored the statement. "You're his son, Roger. What do you plan to do?" He thought about making the statement that Cambric was Aristol's son, too, but thought it would only gain him a cuff on the ear. Instead, he looked out over the street, and tilted his head. "Oh, I don't know. The house is so nice, but..." He could hear her snort. "It's the wild blood, I guess." Suddenly, he looked up at her. "Mother, can a cat be both indoor and out?" She raised an eyebrow, and crossed her paws delicately, rolling her shoulder in a small shrug. "I can't see why you'd want to be. As a street cat you get so dirty. You're father is probably the dirtiest cat I know. He comes in here acting like he owns the street and--" "Mother, we're not talking about him. We're talking about what I'm going to be, remember?" He sighed again (he seemed to be doing a lot of that today), and waited for some sort of remark. "Don't interrupt me, Roger. You're manners are worse than that slob of a manx."

He laid his head on his paws in defeat. There was no chance of fighting with her about it, and he knew she would never shut up about anything. The birds were always too noisy and the food was always too dry or too wet or too chunky. "Yes, mother," he said in a hushed tone. What he wouldn't give for Avril to come out soon, or for Aristol to come and give him street lessons. It seemed that today he would have to put up with her complaints and have no savior for quite some time. Soon after, she began to launch complaints at him left and right, and while he tried to listen so as not to seem like he was ignoring her, he fell into his usual thrum of thoughts, his eyes heavy-lidded and his mind afire. Hopefully, he could get hungry soon, so he could go inside and not come back out for at least an hour.

He smiled at the thought.
He did love his food.