no angst chasing after you // eating twoleg trash

[► Sneezefur.]

IF YOU ONLY LISTEN WITH YOUR EARS I CAN'T GET IN
sneezefur | 29 months | demi-boy | he/him | physically medium | mentally medium | attack in bold #50c878

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Sneezefur has never been a picky eater. In fact, many of his clanmates would be horrified to know of his youthful escapades, of the things he's done and seen and eaten. But really - when he'd spotted such a tasty treat, how was he supposed to say no? Frowned upon or not, food was food. Pale figure stands hunched near the edge of the river, something clutched tightly in corked jaws. A quiet rumbling growl slips past his lips unknowingly, a feral sort of noise as he crunches away at something, a flimsy twoleg thing held down by his paws and orange dust staining his muzzle like blood. He's never known what these things are called, but really he's never been able to resist their call. How lucky he is, to have found one remaining tucked into it's discarded wrapper, caught in the reeds like a fish beached upon the shore.

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[Snakeblink]

MAYBE I'D BE A SAINT IF I WEREN'T ————————————​

Far be it from Snakeblink to judge others for their diet — he has been known to enjoy frogs more than any self-respecting river cat should himself. But when he finds Sneezefur crouched over twoleg trash, gnawing on something, he cannot help but be curious… and perhaps a little concerned.

”Hello, Sneezefur,” he greets politely, coming closer and craning his neck to try and see what the other cat is holding. He catches a glimpse of something horrifyingly orange and little more: squirrel fur stuck to his muzzle, perhaps? He certainly hopes so. Audibly dubious, he inquires, ”Are you… Enjoying your meal?”
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• — Snakeblink • he / him. 42 ☾, riverclan warrior
  — a sleek, skinny tabby with long ears and a scar over his right eye.
  — gay, not actually evil, penned by @Kangoo
  
  
  

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[Petalnose]

I FIND COMFORT IN THE SOUND AND THE SHAPE OF THE HEART ⋆⁺₊⋆

"Just what are you eating?" Petalnose meowed, appearing from the shadows as if she were a predator hunting down prey, stalking towards the Tom. She was not as friendly as Snakeblink, although it came from concern. Her gaze held judgement, staring at the orange dust covering Sneezefur's mouth. Perculiar and disgusting. He was eating something foreign.. something that the twolegs littered upon their beautiful territory. "Spit that out. Now. Before I claw it out of your mouth myself." The lead warrior commanded, eyes daunting as they locked onto the Tom's gaze. "Keep that up and you're going to get sick. We don't need any more Riverclanners in the medicine den." She neared into his space, looming over him in demand for the warrior to spit the remaining contents out. Petalnose never thought she would have to start babysitting her clan as a newly made lead warrior so soon. By babysitting, it was keeping her eye on full grown warriors who put everything in their mouths as if they were still kits.

She was quite taken aback that Snakeblink had not suggested to spit out the foreign food. What if it was poison? Or something that could really hurt his stomach? Instead the fellow lead warrior simply questioned if Sneezefur was enjoying his meal. It gave her a migraine.

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[dovethroat.]

Dovepaw had never eaten twoleg food. In spite of his more open ideals toward twolegs, kittypets, and the like—it did always seem... unappetizing to him. Something about it seemed improper for consumption; he did not know what. When he approaches Sneezefur (someone he is not at all familiar with), no judgment is passed—but he does find it strange. That was a bit of a contradiction then, wasn't it? That was a judgment in itself. He could not tell even remotely what the warrior was eating.

Overwhelmed by the very presence of Petalnose, Dovepaw took a small step away from her vicinity but craned his neck forward to get a better look at the terrible, orange thing.

Terrible in a more classical sense, it wasn't—Dovepaw was trying really hard to not sound close-minded.

"Wh-What... is that," he mumbles, not asking anyone in particular. It's unsure of Sneezefur even would hear him.

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[CLAYFUR]

Clay watches Sneezefur crunch on the weird food—does it taste good, with that dust all across it? He wonders whether it has the same consistency as sand. Has Sneezefur ever taste sand before? The thing he’s eating doesn’t look very tasty, but sand also isn’t very tasty; the texture was just good. It’s clear that whatever Sneezefur’s found, though, it’s human-sourced, and he’s surprised that the other warrior even decided to taste it. Usually, things like this are dangerous.

He lifts a brow, questioning, at Petalnose’s response. Sure, it’s weird, but Petalnose herself has eaten worse. And why’s she getting so stressed out about it, anyway? (She’s going to start getting gray hairs like Smokethroat, he thinks with a stifled frown.) "Does it taste bad?" He asks Sneezefur, tilting his head curiously to the side.​

[ YOU ARE THE STARS TO ME ]​

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[Eelcackle]

What was that. What a strange... Orange thing. Eelcackle had never seen such a thing in his life. Was it good??? Obviously it was if it was being eaten, right? Sure, it's clearly some twoleg snack, but he knows their food is edible for cats as well. Most of it, at least. To his knowledge. He had taken a brief stint into the twolegplace once long ago, before Riverclan had come. He ate their food and he was still here!

A giggle escaped his throat as one often does. "It's not even soggy, either! Usually any twoleg food that happens to find itself to the water ends up bloated and.... Undesirable." He says, not knowing just the right word to use for soggy twoleg food.​