It is a quickly lost game. Dustwhisker hardly has time to settle before a voice reaches his ears, and drags down a frown. His gaze shifts to the losing kit, the one that accuses him of being
weird. "
I'm not — " he protests, tail flicking in frustration, "
Just you wait until Possumscratch shows up. That's one last kit to feed, for us. "
If the tri-colored cat had a choice, if their make-shift nursery was a prey pile and tales were truth, would
Hollowkit be the meal he'd choose? Certainly it would be a better choice than Mumblekit, hunkered down and on the verge of tears once more.
Stop, he nearly warns her, nearly adds a rule of
no tears to a game already done and over with. But Hollowkit is squeaking again, and Dustwhisker's focus retunrs to it.
"
Kitewail didn't feed you? " he asks, blinking at the kit, a question gentler than his words have been. It feels like something they would do, but somehow it's been left up to him. He will, of course — he's not a monster. But, he's already annoyed — annoyed with having to be here, and now having to
feed the group of kits. The sound of
laughter only makes it worse. Saffron eyes dart upward, his frown growing.
"
Shut it, " he warns Smudgeclaw.
So good with kits, the dark-furred warrior would rather not hear such a compliment — real (Would he be pleased in the slightest, if that were the case? ) or not — especially in front of Privetfrost's looming form, especially when someone who'd grown out of his watch can now give him orders. Smudgeclaw only continues and a huff of air leaves the former tunneler's maw. Maybe it'd be better if he were eaten, if he didn't have to deal with
this. "
Of course, I'm going to feed them. " Pesky as they are, Kitewail would have his tail if one of their kits were in any harms way, he's certain.
He moves toward the fresh kill pile, grabbing the biggest meal he can find — a shame, it could've been
his — before heading back to the group. A few seconds under Smudgeclaw's watch shouldn't hurt, right? He's wrong, for he returns to Starlitkit's announcement that they're
leaving. Dropping the bird at Hollowkit and Mumblekit's paws, his own pick up pace in aim to corral the kit back.
"
Absolutely not, " he says to the wayward kit.
This one. This one he'd feed to Possumscratch. A flick of the tail motions them back towards the rest of the kits. "
Go eat. You must be hungry too, come on... You can even choose our next game, how about that? " Anything to keep the kits in one place.
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Dustwhisker stands with fur fit for the name bestowed upon him. Dusty twists riddle his tufted form, darkest along his back and tail, as well as beneath his eyes. White marks his scar-torn muzzle and a dull, often judgmental, yellow gaze completes his face. Scars riddle his front paw, and he carries a tear in his ear.
- Breezecurl † x Stormtalon † ⋅ Single
- Sibling to Molepaw †, Heatherkit †
- Mentored by Stormtalon † ⋅ Mentor to no one
- Penned by Abri
