She watch the cat push against her gem and she looked at it curiously. She hadn't really paid attention to it before but now she realized that it wasn't like the rest of her. A gem, like the little gem she found in the mouse. She looked up. The black kitten didn't have anything visible on her, perhaps hers was inside, like the mouse's had been. Did everyone have one? It was interesting and she wanted to see if they did. But there was no one else around right now.

She watched the black kitten stalk off in the direction she had pointed and, this time, she followed behind, slowly, deciding to leave the jasper behind. If everyone had one, it was no longer an oddity. Just a thing. Food was more important.

But the cat missed again and the pale kitten sniffed with disdain at the ferocity that she attacked the rock with. The anger she displayed and how she just went and lost control. It was pathetic to watch, so she stalked up next to it and made a low gurgling noise to catch her attention. "Stop," she commanded. "You won't get through. There are more to catch. Somewhere around." Her own tail lashed a bit, the only, instinctual display of her own frustration as she glanced around. Her senses weren't picking anything up but that didn't mean that nothing was there.

She sat back again and waited for the other kitten to do her hunting. She kept an eye on her this time, ready to step in if she missed and lost her temper. If she wanted to catch a mouse, she couldn't go wasting time and energy on a futile task like scratching at rock.

And as she watched, the kitten finally made her kill and the pale cat's tail flicked happily. Finally. It was good to watch her friend succeed, even if that was the only indication of her pride. When she returned and set the mouse down, the pale kitten nodded. "Food. Good job." She leaned down and took a few bites, although less then before - she didn't need as much food as the black kitten and, besides, it wasn't her kill. She didn't want to be rude.

When she was done with her food, she began to wash her whiskers and her muzzle, cleaning off what remained of the blood from the kill while she waited for the other kitten to finish as well.

She watched the other cat finish eating a bit blankly, sitting straight and still, the only movement being a soft thumping of her tail. What now indeed? They had hatched, they had eaten, but what was supposed to come next? Sleep? More eating? She wasn't particularly tired and she was filled comfortably with mouse. There was no need to do anymore hunting.

She lifted a paw and licked at the inside of the pad, picking out bits of dust and pebbles. She shrugged. "I don't know. Look for others? Explore?"

It occurred to her a moment later that she'd been referring to the black cat as simply that - a black kitten. She felt like something was missing there, something else could fill that empty, nameless slot. She tried to think of the right words to ask her question and placed her paw back down thoughtfully. "You...what do I call you?" That was the best she had.

She also paused when the kitten said her name. "Jay," she confirmed. It was...a name. She didn't really know if it was a good or bad name, per say, but it was certainly a name. And when asked for what she would be called, she found herself pulling a blank. She glanced at her own fur and blurted out the first word she thought of. "Pale." Another one syllable word, but one that adequately described her.

At the mention of fighting, not hurting, she raised a paw, watching her claws slide out. She didn't want to hurt Jay and she certainly didn't want Jay to hurt her. The word fight she associated with using claws to defend or attack, and also with hunting, which also used claws. But if they were to practice, then they could do without. "No claws. Keep them in." As she said this, her claws retracted back into her paw. It would be harder to fight and grapple, but injury didn't sound very ideal at the moment.

She crouched and waited a moment for Jay to prepare before spring off at her, aiming to grab at her head with her paws. To land on it or shove her towards the ground.

She heard the yowl and felt the cat's head go down with a satisfying thump but it didn't last long. She had heard Jay's request not to bite deeply and she restrained herself, but that made it more difficult to hold on, especially when the bigger cat's paws came up and grabbed her shoulder. She yowled with surprise as she was flipped over and realized that her belly was exposed now. An instinct said that that was bad.

With Jay now over her, almost on top of her, her legs were positioned right where they needed to be. She had felt the strength in her hind limbs when she had first sprung at her and earlier when she had been hunting. A good kick would be enough to defend herself. So she pulled her her legs and tried to wildly kick out at Jay's chin, or, whatever came too close before she could get up.