private I ate this apple a while ago ✶ first prey

[Owlheart]

There is a reprieve in the onslaught of frost and blight, the clan was fed okay. They weren't facing particularly hard times but she had to admit that life under such tough conditions was frustrating. Today is different though, there had been several successful hunts, Kitestorm had personally delivered her some of the prey from one of them. For her family, despite the awkward contact she is thankful that the black tabby took her mates and children into consideration. Orangestar had declared a celebration of sorts for the evening, she thought it would be upsetting if their kits didn't involve themselves in the festivities. She realised that they hadn't actually tried prey yet, their teeth starting to grow in provided the perfect time for them to attempt to participate. She had been hesitant to introduce them to prey, not knowing when was too soon and stressing over when it was too late. It had gotten to the point where she had nightmares about the kits being behind their peers because of something so mundane.

Squirrel in maw she tries to shake off such fears, ducking her head into the nursery and padding towards the nest that housed Oddgleam and their brood. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure Crowsight wasn't far behind she trilled a quiet purr in response to hearing the shuffling of paws behind her. Approaching her mates nest she dipped her head to brush her cheek against theirs. Trying to make sure she didn't smack him with the tail of the squirrel. Setting the prey down in front of her family she showed a shy smile, anxiety radiates from her but it is mixed with anticipation. Hopefully they would like it but... What if they couldn't eat? She casts a worried glance to Morningkit and Pearlkit in particular.

"Orangestar said we should eat our fill tonight" she began with a quiet meow, unsure if the queen and children had poked their heads out from the nursery to see what was going on. She decides to press on regardless. "I thought... This might be a good time to try and introduce the kits to eating prey?" An anxious glance is given to her mates, hoping one of them would somehow know more than her. Maybe one of them could tell her this was a bad idea, or reassure her that maybe this was a good thing to be doing. Clearing her throat she pushes the fresh-kill a little closer to the bundle of mixed pelts. "It's nice, I think you'll all like it" her coo is encouraging, wide eyes glancing at each kit for their reactions out of curiosity to see which one would try it first if any. ​

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• ooc. woe prey be upon ye @CROWSIGHT @ODDGLEAM @PEARLKIT @BRIGHTKIT @CUCKOOKIT @morningkit @RAVENKIT

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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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[RAVENKIT]

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"Ce-le-bruh-ton," No, that didn't sound quite right. "See-le-brah-tion," No! He pouts irritatedly. Celebration is what the others had called it. He had heard it, and yet he was unable to pronounce it properly. . . "Ce-le-brate!" Close, but not quite. Was that another word? Is that what Oddgleam had said to them? Maybe. "Celebration!" Ravenkit shouts, loud and proud. What was a celebration anyway?

The arrival of Owlheart and Crowsight in the nursery warrant a gasp from the youngest, trampling over his siblings to greet them first. "Maa-maw! Paa-pa!" He chirps, running around them with seemingly tireless energy. They speak to Oddgleam before they speak to him and his littermates, which makes him feel a tad jealous. He wants attention too!

And then Owlheart is setting something down for them. Prey is what she calls it, but it sounds a little too similar to another word he knows. "Play?" He tilts his head in confusion, staring down at the squirrel curiously. It had a funky smell, sure. . . but how were they meant to play with this?

𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 *:･ﾟ✧ 𝐈'𝐌 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐋

• ooc. — Freakling
  
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  LH black smoke with low white (25% maine coon, masking ticked, polydactyl. carrying non-ticked, dilute, albinism, cinnamon)
  

  

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  RAVENKIT. he / him kit of skyclan
  ✦ Last-born son of Crowsight x Oddgleam x Owlheart
  ✦ Brother to Pearlkit, Cuckookit, Morningkit and Brightkit
  ✦ Born 10.12.24, ages realistically
  ✦ A long-furred black smoke kitten with ticked ghost markings and six toes on his right forepaw. Eyes are silver in coloration
  "speech" thoughts

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[CUCKOOKIT]

Salt-blue eyes blinked as they stared at the bushy-tailed squirrel that their mother held, tail draped along his paws like a loose cordon, a carelessly tangled mass of ribbons and knots. Cuckookit shivered, though not as trepidation nor fear coursed through him - it was something much more primeval that wracked at down-laden body now. For the little child, this was their first introduction to the world. A gnashing, ugly, unforgiving thing. The only reprieve that tiny hands could seize came from the warmth of milk, then just of bellies, then only from their own curled body. "M-Ma... ma..." Cuckookit murmured underneath their breath, as if his tongue rended and tripped along the simple words, scrolling along the backs of his teeth. Verses began to sprout from his tongue, though most of their thoughts could not be cobbled into coherent sentences, so they only existed within the breadths of naive mind. Still, they tried, for there was nothing else that he could do. They trailed after Ravenkit's energetic gait, like their own steps rode along the tops of rickrack pattern, swaying up and down in rhythmic discordance. "Ce... Ce-le-bray-shun." Cuckookit sounded out the word that had flown so freely from their brother's mouth, though the word simply sputtered out from hot breath.

Then, his attention turned towards the bundle of muscle and fur that had been placed down gently. Mottled nose sniffed at the prey that lie at their feet, unmarred by any lancination nor erosion, existing now only to be torn in desperate sustenance. It's nice. I think you'll all like it. Scent of freshness pulled the kitten towards it, as it wafted strongly into tender nostrils. Instinctively did Cuckookit attempt to put the skin of the squirrel in his mouth, though the flesh did not fall into diremption at his mere touch, and that resistance utterly baffled the young kitten. Ivories clamped harder onto the squirrel, though nothing budged! They released the fresh-kill, lashing a rosied tongue along their muzzle where wiry hairs tickled and nipped at it. "Mrrw." Cuckookit stared upwards at their parents once more, as though he waited for their omnipotent guidance. How do you do it? A curious, owlish tilt of the head seemed to soundlessly say.​