sensitive topics impossible to contain || playing with prey

[erminekit]

cw: this post has gross talk of disemboweling a mouse and then playing with the guts.... ermie's an odd one sorry lol

Lunch time was, arguably, one of the best times ever because that meant food. Ever since he'd been weaned off his mother, Erminekit had made it something of a habit to play with his prey before he fully ate it... specifically, he liked to disembowel his mice and mess around with the organs. At present, he'd eaten most of his lunch and was batting around a pair of tiny lungs between massive white paws, staining his fur pink with blood that he'd have to clean off later.

In his mind, Erminekit imagined it was him who actually caught the mouse, and getting to play with it like this was his little prize to himself. A reward for a job well done and all that. He knew, of course, that if he'd actually caught this mouse it wouldn't be him who got to eat it, drilled into his head as it was that apprentices always fed the elders and the queens first. But it was fun to imagine, fun to play with the warm, squishy thing. Deftly he scoops the lungs into the air and catches them again with a little tuck and roll for the flair of it, bringing the mouse's lungs to his mouth and tearing into them with a satisfying squelch.

"Nomnomnom," he audibly says while he chews messily, a smile on his face as he eyes the intestines he saved for last...

all you wanted // i could be

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  (img) Erminekit * he/him * 4 moons
  short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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[SOOTSPOT]

Contempt filled his heart as he looked towards Erminekit, wondering if it was rogue-blood that ran through the outsider's veins. There was a brief moment where time stopped still and, within the mouse's place, he saw a sister turned upon by their mother and a mother turned upon their clan. If either had truly been torn apart, their lungs shown to the world and their intestines splayed like a snake upon the fresh-kill pile, then he had blocked the memory a long time ago. He didn't approach Erminekit, believing such an endeavour was beneath him. His spot amidst the sunshine was too comfortable, his dislike for what he was seeing too strong: 'You forsake the very code WindClan made.'

When no one else stopped the sepia first, a pained smile stretched upon the chimera's face. "@NIGHTKIT!, @heatherkit, @bramblekit -..." He called his kittens closer, gesturing with a rosy nose towards the blue feline. "Would you mind going over to Erminekit and telling him which code he is breaking? I imagine he will take it better from one of you three." Though only a moon apart, pride surged in his heart as he considered his own kittens, how they would never do such a thing.


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[Beetlekit!]

☾ ⋆*･ﾟ Eating food in the fresh kill pile is often a forgotten task for the dark-coated kit, preferring to collect bones of what been eaten. She never considered blood and guts a plaything before, but the way Erminekit was playing with the mouse's insides did look interesting. He even made funny noises while doing so, "nomnom" Beetlekit mimics cheerfully.

Beetlekit doesn't find the mouse's innards very appetizing. The black and brown kit approaches nonetheless, standing in the squishy bloody dirt next to him. "You e-eat like a v-vulture," she says quietly, tail bouncing in delight. The resemblance is uncanny, perhaps his parents are birds, that's why he eats that way. Or maybe he’s a bird pretending to be a kit. "Can I p-play too?"

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  Beetlekit — She/Her ･ 5 moons ･ Windclan kit･ PENNED BY @Ghostunes

  ☀︎ A timid mostly black she-cat with chocolate striped spots on her chest face and foot.​

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[bramblekit -]

✦ The dark tabby kitten wouldn't say she was particularly food driven, so she also wouldn't say that meal times were particularly exciting for her. She didn't hate them either, of course, because she really didn't like being hungry and eating prey fixed that problem, and also she got to eat food with her family, and that was nice, and extra also sometimes she would walk up to someone outside her family and eat with them, and that was nice when they didn't look at her strangely. But at its core, meal times were a practical affair for the child.

She abandoned her meal in an instant when papa beckoned her and her siblings closer, licking the remnants from her lips as she went, posturing correcting itself as she drew nearer. Bramblekit's eyes followed Sootspot's nose, though her ears remained swiveled toward him, and landed on a fellow kit. Erminekit was breaking a code? Of course - Sootspot said as much, so it was true. She could not remember which one, but that was okay, because her siblings likely would. She would leave the praise of identifying the code to Nightkit or Heatherkit. The tabby had enough of an idea to execute her father's instruction.

"Hi," she smiled at Erminekit and Beetlekit as she approached them, "I do not think you are supposed to play with your food." It did not look fun, even if it did look curious. Bramblekit felt some glimmer of pride at being able to distinguish the two; she could want something and not indulge it. Maybe that would make papa - Sootspot - proud. She spared a glance back at her family then tried to bump her shoulder against Erminekit's, playing at being the conspirator, attempting to lighten the news she was delivering. With a playful tone, she added, "It's against the Warrior Code, isn't it?"​

 

[Vulturepaw]

˖⁺‧₊ ☽◯☾ ₊‧⁺˖ 　Vulturepaw feels a little queasy watching young Erminekit tear into a piece of prey. Blood stains his dusty pelt, and the sight of a kit drenched in red has the apprentice's heart hammering. Mouse-guts spill across the moor-grass, and Vulturepaw skitters closer in worry.

It seems he was beaten to it by another child, Bramblekit laying out the code in strangely poised words. He blinks at them in surprise for a moment, before shooting Erminekit a stern glance. "It is," he affirms. The stars will have mercy on a child for breaking the code, he hopes... But the disquiet still refuses to settle. He wavers, lingers awkwardly near the gathering of tiny bodies. "Is... Is that how vultures eat?" He warbles, looking now to Beetlekit as though she is an expert and he the curious child. He feels a little foolish - but mostly just sick.

I HAD TO LEARN THAT THE HELPING HAND ⛧ CAN BE THE SAME THAT HOLDS THE KNIFE

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  VULTUREPAW ⛧ he / they / she, apprentice of windclan, eight moons.
  ➳ a spiky-furred dark tabby with amber eyes.
  ➳ skittish and dour, with a superstitious sort of pessimism.
  ➳ micheal x npc, adopted by periwinklebreeze.
  ➳ sibling to dustpaw, bilberrypaw, mourningpaw and weepingpaw.
  ➳ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ➳ penned by SATURNID ↛ saturnids on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[erminekit]

He was just swallowing his guts when Beetlekit, Bramblekit and Vulturepaw wander over in turn. Each of them have some complaint about him... why? He thought the code was just to give thanks to his prey and he had! ...and then he'd dismembered it.

"But I gave thanks! I did! I said 'thank you, StarClan for this mouse' I swear!" Maybe the code should be a little more clear, but he was just playing! Really!! The vulture comment, though... "A vulture? Is this really how they eat?" Eugh. Gross. Okay, maybe that alone will turn him off of this little habit. He doesn't want to be mistaken for a gross scavenger... no offense Vulturepaw... some warriors thing gross and scary names are cool. Erminekit, though.....

all you wanted // i could be

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  (img) Erminekit * he/him * 5 moons
  short furred blue sepia with low white and pale yellow eyes
  Peaceful & healing powerplay allowed || underline for attack
  penned by Neptune. || Neptune on disc, dm me for plots

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