- Feb 15, 2024
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One of the things Palefire had used to lure Ado—Ivorykit—back to ThunderClan's camp was the promise of food. Her belly rumbles precariously; it's like jagged teeth are sinking into the soft flesh of her tummy. She can hardly remember the last dusty, disjointed mouthful of kibble she'd swallowed, and her mouth waters uncontrollably when she imagines it now. Palefire had told her she'd fetch her a mouse, and Ador—Ivorykit—is now waiting near the warrior's paws, looking upon her first forest meal with trepidation.
It's bigger than she'd expected, and it's warm. Ivorykit can feel the heat radiating off of it—there are teeth marks lodged in the back of its neck, which is at a strange, crooked angle. It's stiff, but the flesh is still pliable. She tries it with a paw, then begins to tremble. "How do I… how do I eat it, Palefire?" She turns wavering dark eyes skyward, searching for an answer in the ThunderClan warrior's expression. "Do I just… where do I bite it?"
She can't deny that the scent is exciting to her, but the thought of crunching through the creature's bones is enough to make her sick. Surely she doesn't have to do that, right?
It's bigger than she'd expected, and it's warm. Ivorykit can feel the heat radiating off of it—there are teeth marks lodged in the back of its neck, which is at a strange, crooked angle. It's stiff, but the flesh is still pliable. She tries it with a paw, then begins to tremble. "How do I… how do I eat it, Palefire?" She turns wavering dark eyes skyward, searching for an answer in the ThunderClan warrior's expression. "Do I just… where do I bite it?"
She can't deny that the scent is exciting to her, but the thought of crunching through the creature's bones is enough to make her sick. Surely she doesn't have to do that, right?
- ooc: please wait for @PALEFIRE
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Adora. Ivorykit, she/her w/ feminine terms.
— "speech", thoughts, attack
— 2 moons old, ages realistically on the 16th.
— mentored by n/a ; mentoring n/a ; previously mentored n/a.
— thunderclan kit. npc x npc, gen 1.
— penned by Marquette.
lh white she-cat with curled ears and brown eyes. compassionate, righteous, naive, idealistic, self-doubting, self-destructive.