camp SCRAMBLED OR OVER EASY? // snake eggs

[SOOTSTAR]

New-leaf rejuvenated the wilds. Not just with kittens, but all sorts of critters were born and hatched all over the place. The sound of rejoicing new parents could be heard everywhere, and even in her current state Sootstar was in shock that her second litters birth had come and passed so quickly. Now a mother of seven she was back in the tunnels hunting, the scent of rabbit was everywhere; but their meal was not restricted to mere living things.

In a tiny nook to her side she has discovered an adder’s nest, inside? A clutch of eggs unattended, mothers had to eat, had to go out and hunt.
Sootstar doesn’t think twice, she isn’t empathetic at all to what the snake would think when she returns to her eggs gone, adders were pests and if you let them grow they could kill a tunneler one day. The blue she-cat eats one right then and there, it’s shell crunching between her teeth and the yolk slides down her throat. She scoops up two snake eggs in maw and with her paws brutally smashes what remains, their yolks slime-y on her paws.

An easy hunt, Sootstar was not opposed to that after a long leafbare.

Returning to camp her fur as usual is caked with dirt after her tunneling duties, it hardly bothers her though she is certain sometimes moor runners grimace at the thought. Opening her maw the unusual shaped eggs tumble into the fresh-kill. A meal many might not be use to, but like it or not, egg was on the menu!​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 03/13

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╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 39 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Harrierkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ mentor to N/A
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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[WOLFSONG]

──⇌•〘 INFO 〙 During his and Sunstride's trek here, at times, they made meals of dubious origins. They couldn't afford to be selective when they needed the energy to forge ahead, and Wolfsong could die happily if he never has to taste spider ever again. He can't say they ever got their teeth into any eggs, whether bird or snake or lizard, and he can admit to being a little curious when he sees Sootstar's contribution to the freshkill pile.

"How do you eat eggs?" He asks her, prodding one of them with a questing paw. They're softer than the bird eggs he's encountered, not quite as brittle. Leathery. Snake eggs, then.
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[Bluepool]

Bluepool would be the first to admit that she had eaten some pretty nasty stuff back in the marshes to get by. Who hadn’t? Survival was about doing whatever was necessary to live. Besides was it not boring to eat the same thing day in and day out? She does not know how kittypets do it, every day they eat the same bland dry kibble. Or at least that was what she had heard. Still, even that was preferable to the slow death of starvation. She shudders at the thought nonetheless.

She could never do what her sister does, could never brave the tunnels. She prefers the wide open spaces of the moors, the freedom she felt when the wind passed gentle fingers through her silver tabby fur the rush she got when she chased down a rabbit and won! It was exhilarating!

She watches as Sootstar comes back from one of her many expeditions now and drops eggs of all things onto the pile. She lets out a quiet snort of amusement. She has not eaten a snake egg in many moons! "You have to uh to break them open, eat the inside the shell is no good." She remembers though, the last time she had. It had gotten everywhere, made a mess all over her paws and her pelt. A gooey disgusting conglomeration of yolk and shell that had hardened in her fur because she had not groomed fast enough. It took her so many sunrises to get it out. She was determined to not repeat that instance. No, she would leave the eggs to the less experienced. Like Wolfsong.
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[Petalpaw ★]

Petalkit wandered over, he had seen the glossy sheen of something in the distance and his curiousity overtook any sense of rationale, something he would surely struggle with in the future if he was not careful but for now the safety of the camp allowed him to peruse his interests without much worry. The lilac-colored kitten walked under Wolfsong, leaning around the golden tom's leg to examine the oddly lumpy stones Sootstar had deposited on the freshkill pile. The source of the glint he had seen in the distance, bright white and wet from being carried by the leader. The quiet kitten inched forward, the tip of his nose barely touching one of them with wide eyes and he recoiled with a shake of his head. It smelled like earth, soil, were they underground somewhere? Birds kept theirs in nests usually didn't they? But these were soft. Strange. A paw raised and he lightly batted at one to test it, finding the impact of his swing did nothing but leave a tiny indent into the malleable side of the odd oval.
Very interesting! His ears swiveled as he listened to Wolfsong ask how you ate them and both sky blue eyes turned to Bluepool at her explaination. Inside. Can't eat the shell. So it was like the fur lining a mouse-you didn't want to eat the outside part. That made sense. He waves a paw for attention, gestures to the egg and then tilts his head to the side in confusion. How did you break them open?
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[SNAKEHISS]

❪ TAGS ❫ — Snakepaw pricks his ears as the leader herself returns from tunneling, quick to be back on her paws after birthing a litter of kits. She had parted from her children sooner than most mothers traditionally would, but she was the leader, after all. She could not afford to abstain from her duties for so long.

A sneer curls on youthful features as Sootstar deposits a couple of rounded objects onto the fresh kill pile — eggs. He wasn't keen on even the idea of cracking into an eggshell and devouring the runny yolk. Yuck! "Are those... bird eggs?" One would think that, of all cats, Snakepaw could discern eggs of his own namesake! However, eggs in general are an unusual menu item, as most meals consisted of moor rabbits and mice and birds and whatnot. These eggs looked different than any bird eggs he had seen before, but... what other animal laid eggs?​

 

[cottonsprig]

Cottonkit prides herself in her impulsive, opportunistic personality, especially when it comes to her mother. Sootstar returned to her duties not long after the kittens were born, and even more lately has she taken back more and more of her responsibilities. Cottonkit holds no ill will towards her mother - after all, Sootstar oftentimes must be a leader first. All this means for the child is that she must take advantage of the time she has. Apprenticehood will afford her more chances but for now, spying her grey furred mother across the clearing is enough to spur her paws.

Blue eyes flutter down to the meal that Sootstar leaves upon the fresh kill pile. Her questions are readily answered before she has the chance to ask - what are they? How do you eat them? Her aunt seems particularly upset by the concept of eating snake eggs, and Cottonkit makes a mental note to ask Bluepool about it more later. She looks sidewards at Petalkit, noting how the mute kitten gestures and 'speaks' without opening his mouth. She has not a single clue what he's asking, however, and Snakepaw next produces a different question. Cottonkit follows up with, "What other things lay eggs...?" unknowingly, she follows Snakepaw's line of confusion. She takes it a step further, however, "Do... do cats lay eggs? Ma - Ma, did I come from an egg? Like these ones?" she furrows her brow, eyes trained on her mother. "Would you have eaten... me...?"​

 

[Addervenom]

Life doesn't discriminate

Spotting the figure of his mother returning from the tunnels covered in a fine layer of dirt and something round clutched betwixt her teeth sparks Adderkit's curiosity. By the time he approaches, Sootstar deposited the oblong objects into the fresh kill pile and so far most are simply standing around questioning the food item. Not one to sit idle during an opportunity such as this, the boy strides forward and carefully bats one of the soft shelled eggs closer to him. As Cottonkit goes on spouting nonsense in his opinion, Adderkit scoffs, shaking his head. "Don't be silly Cottonkit, we're blessed by starclan. I can't believe you would ask her something like that." He mutters, continuing to inspect the egg. Eventually he crouches before it, lapping at it once then twice with his tongue before finally giving the egg a tester nibble.

Sharp fangs pierce the thin, malleable membrane, allowing small amounts of yellow yolk to ooze from the incision. Adderkit's eyes grow a fraction wider at the discovery of realizing that this leaks a different color than the familiar red of prey blood. The flavor was different too, quite enjoyable if he were to be honest. He takes a moment to bow his head, eyes closed to offer a silent prayer of thanks to starclan for the meal before looking up at the moorland queen. "It's good, thank you for the meal." He manages to eat half of the inner contents, gingerly ripping the shell open little by little until he flicked his tail for Cottonkit to try some. "Can these be found only in the tunnels?" He asks the adults, eyes panning across the three of them. ​

Between the sinners and the saints​

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[HEATHCLAW.]

Eggs have remained uncharted territory for him completely, despite it all. Move where the food is, is what he's always done. Can't say he's ever seen eggs as more than a haphazard substitute. No need when there was meet to be found... To each their own, he supposes. Some of them afford more curiosity to such a thing than he could relate to, if he's honest. And– if he's honest, can't say he's jumping for joy to entertain 'em so close to rest of the kill pile.

Semi-curiously, he would blink along with the gathered crowd. Talks of breaking– cracking. A bit much trouble just to eat somethin'. Exchange of convenience to catch with convenience to eat, he supposes. Just because he wasn't dying to eat one, doesn't mean he's clueless, though. "Too strange to be birds'," he answers, rolling his neck absentmindedly; tending a knot. A glimmer of fondness catches in his eye with Cottonnkit, though, strange values these little ones were raised from, the explanation is a bit puzzling. He fails to see a correlation, really. Figures she may appreciate a more straightforward answer. "M' afraid they don't." Said with a hint of humor.

He wasn't sure who to blame for his struggle to follow along with Adderkit. Strange little mouse. Eager to sink his teeth into somethin'... so unlike what Heathclaw may assume he normally eats. Though he supposes kits would always be some of the first to truly throw their caution to the wind. He isn't positive if the kit's mother intended for him to dig in so soon, but it wasn't his business. He rolls his neck to the other side. "I imagine s'easier." he tells him. A glance is offered to Sootstar, as if looking for confirmation. Far from a tunneler, he was. "But you can find 'em elsewhere, if you're lucky. Places shady n' warm."

OOC INFORMATION

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• — HEATHCLAW: he / him; cisgender male, 42 moons. moor - runner of windclan.
  — bisexual with no clear preference. single.
  — low, rumbling voice with a noticeable, but not overbearing southern drawl.
  — goes with the tides. if loyalty is what will benefit him, so be it. independent but amicable.
  
  — for windclan – a tall and broad chocolate tabby tom with half a tail. Smattered with smaller scars, the most obvious being a sharp cut across his lower jaw and eye, that of which is half-blind. Sharp-jawed with an intense hazeled stare; lost most of his tail due to an incident when he was younger.

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[SOOTSTAR]

Her sister argues not to eat the shell, but Sootstar does not mind it in the slightest. Most of it crumbled out of hear maw when she bit into the egg anyways, but she didn’t mind the crunchy, tasteless texture it gave the yolk. ”I eat it whole, the egg breaks in a mere bite. Little kits might have trouble, but older cats should not.” Unless they were elderly with brittle teeth, maybe?

Her kit, Cottonkit, asks what other creatures come from eggs and if they came from eggs. She cringes at the thought, ”No, you were born not hatched.” She meows, though Cottonkit was since scolded by her brother for asking the question. ”I think only birds and snakes lay eggs? Oh- frogs do too, but their eggs are even stranger…” She’d eat frogs, but their eggs she would not… she can only imagine their repulsive texture. As for Adderkit’s question Heathclaw answers just fine, easier, but not impossible to find eggs elsewhere. She nods.​

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Spoiler: TAGS ★ 03/13

( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )​

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· SOOTSTAR, female — she / her
╰ ‣ 39 moons . pisces. ages on the first
╰ ‣ windclan leader . marsh-born . believes in starclan
╰ ‣ former soldier of the marsh group

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like heather and wet dirt , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue smoke . scarred chest, difficult to see through fur . green eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ESTJ-A ❝ EXECTUTIVE ❞ , Slytherin, Lawful Evil
╰ ‣ Cunning, brash, fierce, confident, self-reliant, envious & selfish
╰ ‣ finds great difficulty in relating to others . can be cruel, usually shows mercy to those she can find sympathy with
╰ ‣ sole key to her heart is loyalty, if you have her trust, she often shows a completely different side of herself. Aggression tends to manifest from her extreme paranoia
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "miss, m'am" etc

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· SOOT CLAW x PEBBLE BREEZE, sister to Pebblenose
╰ ‣ heterosexual. mate to Weaselclaw
╰ ‣ mother to Windstrider, Sootchaser, Moorkit, Adderkit, Harrierkit, Bluekit & Cottonkit
╰ ‣ mentor to N/A
╰ ‣ average fighter . skilled hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.​

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