camp ❆ COME MORNING LIGHT // sharing prey

[Silk-kit]

The snow has finally let up, leaving a thin, powdery layer across the camp that sparkles in the weak sunlight. Silk-kit steps out of the nursery, her pristine white and soft blue fur groomed to perfection, a stark contrast to the cold, messy weather around her. Her tail curls behind her as she surveys the clearing, her sapphire eyes catching the faint shimmer of frost on the fresh-kill pile. The pile looks…modest, but Silk-kit knows it's important to share. With the blizzard gone, her mind flits to her denmates. What better way to brighten their spirits than with a warm meal shared together?

She glides toward the pile with a purposeful stride, careful not to let her paws sink too deeply into the snow. As she reaches it, her delicate nose wrinkles slightly at the sight of a scrawny rabbit lying on top. "Not good enough," She murmurs under her breath. She gently nudges the pile with her paw, searching for something better. Finally, she settles on a fat thrush, its feathers still smooth and glossy. Perfect. The scent makes her mouth water, but Silk-kit knows she'll feel better if she waits to share it with the others. Carefully, she grips the bird in her teeth and turns, the snow crunching softly beneath her tiny paws as she heads back to the nursery.

When she reenters the warmth of the den, she sets the thrush down in the center, her eyes bright. "Everyone!" She calls, her voice lilting with cheer. "Look what I brought for us! Let's share it - it's way too good to eat alone." With that, Silk-kit sits back, her tail curling neatly over her paws as she waits for the other kits to gather. She hopes they'll be impressed - not just by her thoughtfulness, but also by her ability to find the best prey on the pile!
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[JAYKIT]

Everyone knows about Jaykit's disapproval of the weather by now. He'd been complaining of the cold from the moment the blizzard began. Even huddled up in the nursery, it still stung his face and numbed his paws. And it wouldn't stop snowing. He begins to worry that it wouldn't ever stop, halfway through. What if it snows so much, they get trapped in the nursery and starve? Or freeze to death?

Thankfully, that doesn't happen. Jaykit's muscles are aching from being so tense by the time the snowstorm subsides.

This is awful, he'd said to anyone nearby. I hate leaf-bare. It's only his first one, but he'd already made up his mind once the snow set in and the prey pile began to dwindle. Who wouldn't hate the season where it's uncomfortable to just breathe, though?

Silk-kit, apparently. Or, at the very least, she takes it in stride much better than Jaykit. The blue point watches her from the slightly warmer nursery. His short fur is puffed out yet it does very little to keep the cold out. Silk-kit's nosing through the pile, mumbling to herself. Must be hungry, Jaykit thinks. We all are. But despite his rumbling stomach, he doesn't dare to venture out into the frigid air of the clearing. He's not that hungry...

What he doesn't expect is Silk-kit returning with the offer of sharing the fat thrush she decided on. His eyes are as round as twin moons when they settle upon the thrush, his mouth watering. Okay, maybe he is that hungry. Jaykit ducks his head in embarrassment when his stomach lets out a loud growl. "...Sure," he mumbles, sidling closer to Silk-kit as if afraid that her offer might not be meant for him. "But, uh, only if we pluck it first. I hate getting feathers in my mouth."

ooc ⪼﹕ INFO

• n/a
• ■■■■■■■ ✶ jaykit. kit of windclan ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ་༘࿐⋆｡𖦹°⋆.ೃ࿔*:･
  𖤓 amab male, he/him | aroace, single
  𖤓ㅤ 3 moons old | ages every 1st
  𖤓ㅤ descendant of barn cats | mentored by none
  𖤓ㅤ sh blue point
  𖤓ㅤ npc xx npc | close with ???
  𖤓ㅤ written by nico, ic opinions | tags‎

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[BLUEFROST]

Bluefrost's ears flick at Silk-kit's call. Her mouth waters instinctively at the scent of still-warm prey; the mostly-white she-kit has a fat thrush clutched in her jaws, and she calls for the rest of her denmates to come and share with her. Little Jaykit wanders closer, tempted by the bird, though he tells Silk-kit they'd need to pluck it before they could eat it.

The smoke-furred queen sweeps her tail across the nursery floor, beckoning the nest of kits away from whatever game they've invented today. "Silk-kit and Jaykit will need help to finish that thrush," she tells her brood. Her green eyes narrow as she adds: "Make sure you give your thanks to StarClan before you eat. I do not want to see even a whisker touch that thrush before you do!" What the other kits do or do not do before their meals are their parents' concerns... but Bluefrost will not raise heathens. Not without a fight, anyway.

… ❞​

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[Asterkit]

Asterkit is playing with her siblings when she hears Silkkit's call. She frowns a little when her game is interrupted but finds herself unable to complain for long when she catches the scent of the still warm thrush brought inside by her denmate. When Silkkit beckons the kits to join her, Asterkit nearly bolts but holds back to hear what her mother has to say. Luckily, Bluefrost is more than happy to let them go, so long as they remembered to give thanks to StarClan first. "Yes, mama!" Asterkit nodded rapidly, to show she understood.

She practically bounded over to where Jaykit and Silkkit were already sitting to look over the thrush. Jaykit only seemed interested if he could pluck out some feathers first, which although Asterkit had a neutral opinion of, she didn't find it to necessarily be a bad idea. "This was a good find, Silkkit!" She commended the older kit. admiring the thrush better now that she was up close. She was tempted to take a bite but didn't want to budge past Jaykit who had gotten there first. "I can't wait to share it with everyone."​

 

[rimekit]

The snow has put quite a damper on Rimekit's mood. Trapped within the nursery for far too many hours at a time, the pale kitten has found herself becoming restless. Careless. Even in her games with her littermates she has on more than one occasion thrown her weight around or chomped too hard on an ear or tail.

It's in the middle of a wrestling match that Silk-kit returns with a freshly caught thrush in tow. Rimekit pauses what she is doing, brilliant blue gaze looking to her mother as the queen grants the restless brood permission to share the meal with their denmate. Asterkit seems all too eager to share (of course she is) and Rimekit nearly rolls her eyes at her sister's eager to please attitude. The pale kitten then glances at Silk-kit and Jaykit, studying the duo for a long moment. Somewhere in the pit of her belly is a seed of jealousy that Silk-kit could leave the nursery without a chaperone. And that Jaykit does not have a bossy mother who makes him give thanks to StarClan before he eats.

"I want the feathers," Rimekit finally speaks, untangling herself from the mass of kittens and scampering after Asterkit. She can use them for her family's nest… and then Jaykit won't have to worry about getting any in his mouth. "And… I will share after everyone has eaten enough. Just like a real warrior," she adds as she puffs out her chest. Maybe that kind of selflessness will make Bluefrost proud of her daughter.​

[ penned by kerms ]​