NO FOOL TO CRY // eating more than fair share

HARRIERSTRIPE

HARRIERSTRIPE

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Upon being weaned from milk, Harrierkit had discovered what hunger felt like. It was bound to happen, being a child of the winter, but he was use to filling his belly silly. This gnawing in his belly would do him no good, and being the prince he was he deserved to have a bigger fill than most other cats of the clan.

At noon he had been fed a mouse, he devoured it swiftly with a litter-mate. A tiny stomach like his should be content, but he was not, on milk he had drank although the day- a constant supply. He expects this now with his meat too. Without a concern in the world, Harrierkit marches to the fresh-kill pile and with all his might, drags a rabbit out by its leg. Now this was a meal fit for him! He swears that with time, he could eat the whole rabbit alllll by himself!

He expects no one to dare approach him as he begins to nibble on his second meal of the day. Many of the apprentices and warriors of the clan still likely to have rumbling tummy’s.​
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╰ 🪶 ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ 🪶 ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ 🪶 ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ 🪶 ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​
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The kittens of the smoky leader have finally come off milk, creating more mouths for the clan to feed. Scorchstreak does not begrudge them, is willing to work harder to help provide for them. Sootstar’s kits are WindClan’s kits. The strain these kits put upon the clan’s warriors has to be balanced out in some way, even if that means that some of them must run themselves ragged to make up the difference.

Someday these kits will grow and become fierce warriors for the clan, and then they will pull their own weight, perhaps even twice that. But at this age, they should not be expected to know restraint. So the calico doesn’t comment on how utterly ridiculous Harrierkit’s serving size is. Instead, the slender she-cat slinks from where she rested before, tail trailing lazily behind her as she picks her way over to where the kit has settled with a full rabbit.

They clear their throat, amusement painting their features. "Do you plan on eating that entire thing?" No judgment clouds their gaze—this kit surely knows not of hardship, of hunger. He cannot be blamed for eating more than an apprentice usually does. In fact, if he manages to scarf the entire thing down, Scorchstreak will be impressed.
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Molewhisker watched Harrierkit with interest. Look at this little guy. So hungry was he, that he thought he could eat an entire rabbit. Far be it from Molewhisker to tell him to stop and let someone else have it, he wasn't going to discipline the leaders kits. That was their parents jobs, after all.

So he simply watched him go, munching away.... Would he learn what happens when you eat too much today? Perhaps.... But Molewhisker didn't look forward to watching that rabbit come back up. So perhaps he will warn him, just this once.

"Careful, if you eat too much you could get sick." He said.

That was enough wisdom dispensing for him today. If the kit didn't take heed, then Molewhisker would simply watch as he suffered for his gluttony.
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With rabbits being so large (and the hares even bigger!), a single one typically fed two or three cats, so long as it wasn't too scrawny. Of course, leaf-bare seemed to hit the prey just as hard as it hit the clans. Nonetheless, watching a two month old drag at a piece of prey nearly two times his size was utterly comical. Had Tigerfrost not been so cold and grumpy, he might have laughed. There is still some amusement in his eyes, though. He sits nearby, initially says nothing as he observes the scene. His own belly rumbled for food, but injured as he was, and unable to hunt, Tigerfrost had taken it upon himself to be one of the last cats in the clan to eat. After all, he was doing nothing to earn a full belly, trapped in camp as he was. Kits were different though. They were the future of the clan, and they needed to grow. What better way to grow than to eat?

Tigerfrost doesn't comment, nor does he call attention to the scene. He'd be shocked if that kit could sneak away with a carcass bigger than he was, but the chimera wasn't going to try and stop him either way. The other nearby Warriors didn't seem to mind much either. When Harrierkit became a bit older, he'd have to learn restraint. But he'd also have to learn how to provide for his clan, to give back as much as he could take. Until then though, the kits should be allowed a relatively easy life. All they had to worry about was eat, sleep, and play, and that was exactly how it should be.​
 
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There was bound to be a delicate touch to spring up around their leader's children. He does not think so with contempt or irritation, but the faintest trimming of mirth, or understanding. He too was the son of a king. In a land far away, perhaps his father still led in their dying land. Was there another to take his place as heir? Whether bound by blood or not, surely he must want for someone to follow in his steps. Does Sootstar think the same of her brood? With the stretch of several lifetimes before her, will she ask one of her kittens to take after her great strides? He wonders if this is the sort of lesson she would allow him to learn. But there are no parents around to teach of subjects and responsibility, of caring for yourself last.

For a moment, if only that, Sunstride aches for the days of his youth. When he had sat at his father's side and listened intently to his judgements, his orders. In those days, he had still been a careful old bear, but not a coward. He had still been just, and kind, and wiser than any other could dream of. In those days, he had been everything to the auburn-striped youth. The beginning and end of the world.

Like Harrierkit, the warrior had been a child of winter. Unlike him, he had known hardship. If only for a while. Soon spring would come, and his belly would be full. They would feast on their hunts, prey shared between every maw. They would laugh between mouthful, their tales and wisdom shared between every tongue. It is lonely to eat here in WindClan. Though he does not dare step too far into the life of Sootstar's kittens, he does come offering that much: story, entertainment, perhaps a few laughs. His belly does ache with absence, yet he fights it down to laugh. "One day you will bring prey such as this to all in camp. You may be WindClan's next hero, the one who fills kittens' bellies. I wonder who our hero of today is?" He looks to Tigerfrost, perhaps expecting the warrior to know, or searching for some camaraderie between the two of them.
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﹥ˏˋ〘  OOC NOTES INFORMATION 〙ˊˎ﹤
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  • SUNSTRIDE. named for his coloration and his bold chasing of fate.
    —— cis male, uses he - him. thirty-four moons old. warrior of windclan and former rogue.
    —— cautious of clan life, but an apt learner. encourages close bonds between clanmates.
    —— loyalty uncertain, cares for those surrounding him. undoubtedly closest to wolfsong.

    sunstride is broad and bold– a creature standing above most of windclan, though not a beast beyond its borders, with fur that flames red at its base and deepens to a burnt amber with every whorl and stripe. his eyes, in comparison, are a pale summer's blue, still as bold as the rest of him.
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STEADY THE RIGHTS AND THE WRONGS
periwinklepaw | 07 months | demi-boy | he/they | physically easy (pacifist) | mentally easy | attack in bold #ccccff
To periwinklepaw, there is no such as 'to much prey' for a kitten to enjoy. He'd rather go without anyday than deny a child - regardless of their 'princely' heritage. He see's not sootstar, but himself in the child, memories of feasting upon rabbits aplenty before the cold front had truly set in, back before the hawks had decided to carry off many a clanmate. He misses those days, misses the freedom and the innocence and the feeling of a full belly. But even as he can only offer his own meager catch to the prey pile - a mouse so weakened and starved it hadn't even fought, hadn't even fled - he does not begrudge harrierkit their fill. "G-g-g-g-good ch-choice though - rab-bit," he says softly, utterly unbothered. Hare has always been his favorite, just a bit gamier, but rabbit was always a good choice - especially when there was so little else to pick from.

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Sometimes Bluekit does not understand her siblings. Harrierkit and Moorkit both are food snatchers. She is hungry too, but she watches incredulously as her brother marches himself straight to the fresh-kill pile and selects the largest thing there. Somehow he even manages to drag it a few mouse-lengths away.

The tiny blue princess frowns. Harrierkit is approached by warriors and apprentices a like, all of them letting him continue to eat without a care in the world. Bluekit finally says, "Is he allowed to eat that?" The scent of the fresh meat is causing her own mouth to water, her own belly to protest.

She supposes they are allowed to, being Sootstar's kits. She joins him on dainty paws, settling beside her brother and beginning to take bites of the rabbit.​

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His fiery eyes shift toward Sunstride, and the chimera nods quietly as his vision flickers back toward Harrierkit. The lead warrior was quite right. One day, the kits would be apprentices, and then they'd be warriors. They would return just as much as they were able to take. For Sootstar's kits, especially, many in the clan had rather high expectations on how they would grow to perform. Tigerfrost, for one, expected nothing but the best from the leader's own brood.

"Quite right. Whoever caught that rabbit would be glad to know it's going to those who need it most." The dusty hued tabby comments, and an ear flicks as Bluekit's voice enters the chilled air. Dark pupils shift to her for a moment as he answers, "You kits still have a lot of growing left to do." He points out with a smooth rumble. "That means you need the food more than the Warriors do." Some might disagree, of course, but Tigerfrost saw the clan's future in it's kits. They needed to grow as healthy and strong as possible.​
 


His tiny muzzle gets caked with blood fast, he is by no means a delicate eater- if Sootstar saw him he'd get a cuff on the ear for it. A quick glance informed him she was not in sight, he hardly saw the blue she-cat until the sun started to dwindle. Same goes for his father. He holds nothing against them for it, they're serving WindClan and keeping them safe. It did Harrierkit good to not have them around, plenty of time in the world to get into all sorts of trouble they'd disapprove of.

So long as his siblings didn't tattle later... Or worse, Swiftstrike finds him- that was certain doom.

Do you plan on eating that entire thing? The voice startles him, his muscles tense and his head spins from his meal and onto Scorchedstride. Quickly he recovers and does his best to play off the shock with a lick of his shoulder. "I do." Harrierkit confirms briskly, never being one for words. When prompted to speak he typically only gave the bare minimum, conversation needed to be pried from him. Molewhisker says eating to much will make you sick, Harrierkit recalls when his tummy would get so full of milk it'd begin to ache... yet stubbornly he keeps eating his meal.

The presence of Sunstride causes his eyes to dilate wide, he shrinks and tries to act natural but yellow eyes shine with adoration for the lead warrior. How cool it must be to serve the clan from such a rank! To be recognized as a brilliant warrior of the clan... Harrierkit knows that one day he will have this honor. He will follow in his dads pawsteps, and the brown and blue tom-kit has tried to silently observe the flame colored tom in the past.

He is shocked to find the tom-cat addressing him, wearily he looks up. The picture of his own warrior-self marching back into camp with fresh-caught rabbit makes Harrierkit smile, he hums in agreement. Yes, that will be his future, he will be a hero to many of WindClan. To all of WindClan, if he could help it.

Periwinklepaw as an apprentice doesn't gain the same amount of esteem from the child as Sunstride does, but there is certainly some there. Somehow, he is even more surprised that the apprentice is speaking to him over the lead warrior. It was well known that apprentices stayed far from kits, especially the younger ones. Once they were promoted to the apprentice's den they were too cool to be hanging around the milk drinkers. He's witnessed this far too many times, kittens just slightly older than him who've always been his playmates being turned into a 'paw... they stop altogether interacting with him. They think they're better now, superior.

Harrierkit knows the truth though, they will never be better than him.
Periwinklepaw was alright, timid, but Harrierkit hardly pays mind to it. He nods to their words, rabbits were his favorite too, befitting for a WindClan cat.

Though quiet and brief spoken, he becomes less so with his kin. Bluekit approaches, asking if he was allowed to eat that before having the audacity to join him! "Course I am!" He barks at her, singing a completely different tune than he had been when acknowledging others around him. "And I never I was sharing with you!" Childishly he grabs the rabbits scruff and tries pulling it away, but the prey still weighs more than him. It was a very flimsy attempt.​
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( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​
╰ 🪶 ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 2 moons . pisces. ages on the 14th
╰ ‣ windclan kit . believes in starclan

╰ 🪶 ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells of the earth and dry grass , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and brown chimera . average sized WindClanner . yellow eyes

╰ 🪶 ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Chaotic neutral
╰ ‣ self-reliant, loyal, disciplined, direct, impatient, unsympathetic, judge mental
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, but typically displays mercy

╰ 🪶 ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· WEASELCLAW x SOOTSTAR, sister to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ sexuality unknown
╰ ‣ apprentice to TBD
╰ ‣ poor fighter . poor hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​
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Burnetkit noticed how, even in their youth, Sootstar's children stood upon the rostrums of sun-blessed ray. The whole of Windclan held themselves with that sort of leaden pride. However, there was no contest as to who were the heirs to the throne - to her, one of them was bound to become leader. She wanted to be greater than them, somehow, just to prove a point. Even then, was it undue procurement to take that right away from them? Even as she stood among her denmates, there was no contest as to who were the princes and princesses of the vigilant moors, as though Starclan had favored them in starlit will and Argus-eyed stare from the clouds. The girl had seen what entitlement (which was much deserved, to her) had wrought itself to downy fur and pinprick teeth, what arrogance had manifested in bounding gaits and sumptuous coats. They were of the same bone and flesh, but she felt as if hers was lesser, somehow. Well, she didn't like to think about that much. They were all her friends, so it was unfair to think so unfairly of them.

"The adult is right!" Burnetkit decreed with a flighty squeak of a mewl, sitting near Harrierkit as he tried to pry away a rabbit from his sister. "Us kits deserve more prey than the warriors! Why else would they hunt? My mother told me that kits and elders always eat first. Therefore, Harrierkit deserves every piece from the fresh-kill pile." At Sunstride's remark, which she had caught briefly along the edges of her ears, a beam of a smile flashed through impressionable features and argil-molded frame. She wanted to be that hero to fill the bellies of kittens, to garner such coveted admiration like the drunkard craved their drink of death. She'd be like that one day, she avowed. When she was big and strong like the adults, when she wouldn't let any other kit push her around.
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It was clear that Sootstar's latest litter had ... spirit. Perhaps this should not have been a surprise - he knew both their mother and their father, after all, albeit not as well as he would've liked. Their children are destined for stubbornness, fits of temper, and ill-manneredness...as well as loyalty, courage, and intelligence. he thought to himself. A fair trade, in his opinion, though hopefully it would not come to pass that he was subordinate to the little rugrats as well as their mother. The broad-shouldered tom gamboled towards the scene unfolding near the fresh-kill pile, his brows quirking at Harrierkit's proud declaration that he would eat the entire rabbit. As Burnetkit announced that her friend (not sibling, as he had to keep reminding himself; Swiftshrike had mothered another kit) could help himself to the whole fresh-kill pile, in fact, he could not help but laugh. Molewhisker was right - perhaps today would be the day Harrierkit learned the hazards of stuffing oneself. "You little ones have no idea how good the prey of greenleaf tastes. Just you wait! You'll be apprentices by then, out learning to hunt with your mentors in the fresh grass." StarClan, he was ready for leaf-bare to be over. He missed the crickets, the cool evening breezes, the fat, lazy rabbits ... it made his mouth water just to think of it. "Now, remember, warriors work hard to feed the Clan. You're right that kits eat first, but that's because you need to grow, not because warriors don't deserve to eat." he couldn't help but add this, unable to hold back his urge to defend his Clanmates. They were hard workers, and loyal, despite everything. Or perhaps because of everything.​
 
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