pafp Draw me a line, and I’ll avoid it ✶ Trying prey?

[Owlheart]

There was an effort that Owlheart makes to try and get to know the denmates that keep Oddgleam company, even if they're not completely part of the den yet. Flax is a new face, one that seems to be spending more time within the confinement of the Medicine den rather than the Nursery. He'd be joining them soon though, at least she hopes so, her fragile heart growing sensitive to the plight of kits since becoming a parent. She wonders if her mother experienced that same feeling, or more accurately if her father had, the role of a sire is confusing to her. Not knowing when she's hovering too much versus not seeing her family enough between patrols.

She practically trips over her paws just before entering the Medicine den, spotting Morningkit by her paws. She had been helping the she-kit toddle towards the herb filled den. There's that hovering, concerned that without nearly daily visits that things would get worse. She doesn't even actually speak with Fireflyglow half of the time, just trying to encourage her child's walking conviently next to a den that can heal her if things go wrong is enough. A small bird is deposited beside the tom as she enters, guiding Morningkit to follow with her plumy tail.

"Flax, I uh.. Have you eaten?" Can he even eat prey? She's pretty sure he can, he seems to be talking more than her own kits so she's using that as some kind of tool for development. "Do you know how to eat it?" She recalls those daylighter kits never trying prey before, they had been hesitant because of the unfamiliar methods. Is that the same here or is she just making assumptions again?​

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  ooc. please wait for @flax | tagging @morningkit but no pressure to reply <3
  

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  OWLHEART
  She / her ||Warrior of SkyClan || 19 moons
  ❥ An orange tabby with low white and an owls feather tucked in her tail.
  ❥ Mates with Oddgleam and Crowsight | Mother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit, Brightkit and Ravenkit.
  ❥ Mentoring Hollypaw
  ❥ “Speech”, thoughts, attacking
  ❥ Penned by Juice ⏐ouijeejuice on discord {open to being dmed for plots}
  

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[flax]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — the color of our planet from far, far away .​

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Today, Flax feels particularly surly. Fireflyglow had been fretting over him since he'd been left here, insisting that he had to eat small, frequent meals instead of everything all at once like he wanted, and though he'd been overly eager to eat after his mother's milk had run dry, he'd mostly listened to the order. Well... That is, until he didn't. Flax figured he had reason enough to defy the instruction of a leaf-muncher, because what did he know about eating real food, anyway? So, last night, he had chosen to tuck into an entire feast of which he'd stolen from some unlucky denmate. But before it had even managed to reach his stomach, he'd been gripped by a wave of nausea, and had promptly spat up the lifesaving meal which he'd expected would stuck to his ribs. This was followed by a long night of feeling ill, and finally, finally, he feels okay again. Mostly.

Unwilling to have such a harrowing experience again, Flax had rejected the next meal offered to him, but now he's feeling a little nauseous again. He's fully aware that his empty belly is complaining, noisily yowling at him to eat and then spit it back out again—but what's he supposed to do, if eating makes him sick and not eating makes him sick, too? He hunches in a loaf of simmering annoyance, child-soft features twisted into the most exaggerated grumpy frown that he can possibly muster, though the carefully crafted expression falters at the sound of Owlheart's voice. He looks to her as she asks if he's eaten, and the mention of food spikes his fur. He looks between she and Morningkit, cyan blues wide with distrust and a little smidge of fear. "No, I don't know how," he claims stiffly, looking away with a flattening of his ears. He's not a very good liar. "And I don't wanna. Go away."