camp CHOMPIN AN' CHEWIN ✶ trying fresh-kill

[SHEEPPAW]

So far, Sheepkit has only ever known of milk-scent. Seeking it out was like first nature to him, gnawing on hunger that made him mewl and squirm. Reaching out with stubby paws at his mother's belly. Now that he's a few moons older now, the understanding on hunger of an empty stomach was.. uncomfortable to say the least. Milk satisfied him, but milk was not all there was. From the comfort of the nursery, eyes now open he would watch as some cat's mouths tore at something mysterious. Frostpond told him of prey, but he hasn't tried any yet. Sheepkit likes milk just fine, he's a little scared but trying new things was good!

Now that he had some, he has enough biters for it apparently. He's sitting with his kitten hind-legs flopped out in front of him and his charcoal colored paws planted solidly in between them. Sheepkit leans over, so far he might as well just faceplant in the fresh-kill; his eyes are wide and shiny with mild sleepiness as he peers at the mouse. It smelled funny, really funny! With slight hesitation, Sheepkit takes a bite. He chews, instinctively even though he never 'chewin' before. The smacking sound is funny, as Sheepkit mashes his jaws up and down. Fresh-kill was solid stuff, not like what he was used to, but it leaked some juice stuff down his throat. The little black smoke felt some of that juice stuff trickle down his chin too from his smackin. "S'good." He announces, as he continues to chew the smacking sound echoing through the nursery. Some of the mouse was falling out his mouth, he licked those bits back up again. He was distracted by the puzzling taste of the fresh-kill, it tastes different but not in a bad way... Sheepkit ponders for a moment, he glups the bite down with some effort "Y-yummy." He stutters out as he begins to swing his body side to side slightly. He looks over at his denmates; Lakekit and Frightkit, waiting for their own input.

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• // LITTLE BABY CHEWS LOUDLY
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[Lakepaw.]

[ ༻ ❊ ༺ ] would come to no surprise that the kits were all finally trying something more... solid instead of milk. Bi-color eyes opening to the sound of Sheepkit's loud smacking and chewing. Angling his head slightly he looked down to what his denmate was doing before coming to the realization that the other was trying freshkill. Blinking slightly he got onto his tiny paws and began moving over before taking a sniff of the mouse and hesitantly taking a smaller bite of the fresh kill (they were tiny enough so he figured it was okay to share).

Slowly he began to chew, not loudly like Sheepkit. The earthy taste flooding his maw while a stringy feel from the mouse made his nose scrunch up slightly. Flavorful yet probably not something he would try again that was for sure. "I don't like it" he said simply, wondering how the other could find the mouse that good, there was surely better picks than this... right?

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  Lakekit ❊ AMAB, He/Him, Kit of Windclan, 3 moons.
  ⭃ LH Rosette Lynx Minx with low white and bi-color eyes, blind in left eye
  ⭃ NPC X NPC
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Ryn ↛ @/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RATTLEHEART]

AS HE RAISED HIS FIST BEFORE HE SPOKE — Truth be told, Rattleheart couldn't quite remember what his reaction had been the first time he had tried real prey. So much time - and so many major events - had passed since then that the memories were fogged over, only bits and pieces still remaining left in the place of actual fully formed memories. Evidently it had been positive enough for him to continue though, considering nowadays he would eagerly chomp away at whatever prey was presented to him. Especially in leafbare, when options were limited and he was glad to get his paws on anything, let alone a favorite of his. At least it was still fairly easy for him to catch Venomstrike's favorite in the cold season, the lizards slowed down considerably by the cold - even if he couldn't understand his mate's fondness for them.

It took time though, for preferences like that to fully take hold, a fact that seemed perfectly reflected in the differing reactions of both Sheepkit and Lakekit. The former seemed perfectly happy with the first piece of prey that had been plopped in front of him, while the latter made a face that prompted Rattleheart to giggle softly as he approached on careful paws. "It's pretty different from milk, huh? A lot harder to eat, too... although it is easier on your poor mothers." Emphasis on poor, considering all of the kits that were practically spilling out of the nursery these days. Although they were, at least, split between a few different queens, that pack still needed to worry about dealing with many different little maws bugging them for both attention and milk.

Flicking his tail back towards the freshkill pile proper, the lead warrior tried to think about his own preferences on different types of prey. An admittedly limited subject, considering he couldn't really say he properly disliked anything. "Maybe you're just not much of a mouse cat. Personally my favorite is hare, although they're harder to catch." And much more dangerous, a brief wince passing through Rattleheart as he thought of their powerful back legs slamming into a tunneler.

THE RIGHTEOUS HAND OF GOD 𓆩♡𓆪 THE DEVIL THAT YOU FORGOT

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  ❥ longhaired black and white tom with pale green eyes
  ❥ 48 moons old; ages the 1st every month
  ❥ afab; uses he/she/they pronouns
  ❥ homosexual homoromantic; mated to venomstrike
  ❥ sibling to scorchstreak, lizardbounce, and rabbitclaw
  ❥ currently mentoring downypaw
  ❥ somewhat difficult to befriend; wary but kind
  ❥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ❥ peaceful powerplay allowed
  ❥ all opinions are ic

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[cottonsprig]

With her mother and father both dead and gone, Cottonpaw doesn't have the constant reminders of her youth - as if she's escaped it. StarClan has dubbed her a 'paw once more, and though she's grateful, she cannot help but be bothered by the childish moniker. Only until Wolfsong thinks she's ready, she knows. She has her siblings, sure, but they're each their own cats packed with their own curious and cautious memories.

She moves to slip past the nursery, a bundle of moss clutched in her jaw, when she hears Rattleheart chatting with the kittens. It's a brief flash in her mind's eye - of her, much much smaller, settled in beside Bluefrost (Bluekit, then.) Sootstar had brought them... a mole, was it? Their other siblings feasted on something above ground, whilst she and her twin devoured something of the depths. A promise of their future. A promise that her mother made for her, yet one she failed all the same.

"Maybe," she tries to muddy her own memory by desperately swiping it away, joining the conversation casually, "you're more of a bird-cat, Lakekit. I can catch you a sparrow once the frost melts," and maybe she can pass on the knowledge of defeathering a bird then, too.​

 

[Grasspaw]

𓆝 . ° ✦ Grasskit shuffled up to the others, a little sleepier than usual. Sheepkit and Lakekit's differing opinions on the matter made him a little wary of trying it. He wasn't exactly hungry, either, so it wasn't piquing his interest. He sat quietly at the edge, merely observing the interaction. Maybe he'd try it, he wasn't sure yet.

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  NAME — HE/HIM ･ 1 MOONS ･ KIT & WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY TWITCHTAIL

  Small fawn tabby with pale green eyes.
  "speak" thoughts action
  — peaceful, healing, and minor injury powerplay allowed

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