moments [plagas]

[Johnnyflame]

HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."​

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@Las Plagas

It wasn't very often that Johnny ate with the clan.

He didn't see the point of taking food from the mouths of cats who needed it when he had a bowl of food waiting for him at home, and so more often than not the tomcat would eat in the mornings before coming and then eat again once he went home. Every now and then Thistle or some other cat would practically shove something down his throat, but it always left him feeling a little guilty.

Lately though that guilt had lessened somewhat. His hunting skills had been improving lately, which meant the tom no longer felt as if he was taking without giving anything back. And so, when he trotted back into camp with a squirrel that morning and spotted a familiar, patchy figure outside of the nursery, he decided to make an exception to his usual rule of 'no eating the prey'.

Wandering over to sit nearby, he dropped the plump rodent on the ground and then let out a purposefully loud exhale. "Ah, I've done it now. Picking out more prey than I can eat on my lonesome- whatever shall I do?" he pondered loudly, smile barely supressed and clearly intending to be overheard by a certain voracious kit.
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[Plaguepaw]

I've been trying not to

Las Plagas lay outside the nursery with a miserable pout etched across his features. Moping because one of the queens denied him an extra snack to go with his previous snack. They preached about the possibilities of a sore belly but it went through one ear and out the other. His hearing effectively shutting off once he did not receive the answer he wanted. Dark ears swivel left and right, overhearing a very familiar voice lament over prey too large for them. Turquoise eyes pop open as his chin leaves his paws, head snapping up to observe Johnny across the way. Well, if he couldn't finish the large squirrel then he would be a good clanmate and help him.

Hurrying to his paws before anyone else could offer to feast with the koi splashed tom, Las Plagas rushed to his side. "Share it with me, of course!" The gangly kitten proposes whilst appearing from behind. Last time he tried to get a bite of squirrel apprentices and queens started showing up to take it from him. Even Blazestar appeared. They all spouted off the same concerns about bellyache back then too. But he knew there would be plenty of room within his stomach for half of this plump rodent. "It looks really good...and, tasty." He trails off, slowly inching closer unbeknownst to even himself.

His jaws open and within a flash he has his teeth fixed upon the tree dwelling rodent, taking a bite. "Mmm, tastes even better than the mouse. Uh, oh. Wait," Snapping his attention back up to Johnny his eyes apologetically grow wide. "I-I'm sorry Johnny, sometimes I just can't help myself." ​

Go off the deep end​

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[Johnnyflame]

HE SAID, "WELL MY NAME'S JOHNNY, AND IT MIGHT BE A SIN
BUT I'LL TAKE YOUR BET, AND YOU'RE GONNA REGRET, CUZ IM THE BEST THERE'S EVER BEEN."​

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Las Plagas was an odd kit, one that never failed to cause curiosity and fondness to spark in Johnny. He wasn't sure if their fearlessness sprung from naivety or not, but it reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger. Back then, not everyone had been appreciative of the mile-a-minute, chat-your-ear-off tomkit who just wanted to sink his claws into everything and play, but Johnny had been one of the lucky ones. He'd had a home that loved him and cats that were patient- mostly. And it made him wonder what kind of life Plagas had lived before finding himself in Skyclan.

As expected, the tomkit came scurrying over at the mention of food, happily agreeing to help him eat his prey before chomping down on the rodent with an eager gleam in their eyes that quickly became apologetic.

Don't worry lad, I forgive ya." he said, reaching down to take a bite of his own as if to prove there were no hard feelings. "Is it new to you- having this much food around? Or are ya just hiding a secret pit in that stomach of yours?" he asked, the words not unkind, testing the waters with what the child was willing to share with him. Lots about Plagas left him with questions, and he was hoping to find answers to a few of them today.
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