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[Puddlekit..]

There was too much excitement around camp, she didn't really understand what the big deal of having frost cover the marsh was. She didn't like it either, sleek pelt rippling uncomfortably at any new chill that came her way. Truthfully she was reluctant to leave the nursery this morning, why spend the day out in the cold like that? Eventually she was spurred into leaving by following after one of her littermates and it was clear by the deep rooted scowl marring such a youthful expression that she wasn't pleased over this development at all. As she weaved through the dens and warriors alike her stomach started to grumble.

In her miniature protest to not leave her nest she had abandoned eating when the rest of her littermates did, instead huffing and pouting against the plush moss of her nest. Now though, she was very hungry and while she doesn't understand many complicated feelings her time spent in that soggy box in carrionplace had taught her to understand hunger. Any time she is the slightest bit hungry her mind rewires itself to assume that she's starving, that her stomach might just gain sentience and crawl out of her to try and find food or whatever. She decides to march up to the first warrior she sees, that being the twisted form of Amberhaze.

Rust eyes linger on that scar that defines him before huffing, blinking in surprise at the billowing clouds that come from such an action in cold weather such as this. "I'm hungry" she simply states, her tone flat as always. Unimpressed gaze flickers from the tom to the non perishable prey beside him. "what is that?" Hearing that it's some form of food is enough for her, with a determined nod she locks eyes with the ebony furred feline once more.

"I want to eat that, if you're not eating it" Puddlekit doesn't ask for permission. The closest she will get to that is making sure that she's not taking anyone's food that they were currently enjoying. She knows hunger intimately, as does a lot of Shadowclanners, so she wouldn't want anyone else to refamiliarize themself with the feeling.

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• PUDDLEKIT || She/her, kit of ShadowClan, 4 moons
  ♡ A short haired fawn rosette tabby and black rosette tabby chimera with copper eyes. Always seems to be judgmental.
  ♡ Adopted child of Moltface || Littermate to Runningkit, Cloudkit, Buzzardkit, and Nightkit.
  ♡ Penned by Juice || message on discord (Ouijeejuice) for plots!
  ♡ Peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking.
  

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[Amberhaze]

⚛︎₊˚‧ Amberhaze had spent that morning doing what was now commonplace, fortifying dens and insulating nests, winterizing camp and reinforcing their walls, hunting for whatever meager scraps of material and remaining prey that he could alongside his clanmates who had proven themselves to be just as dedicated to their survival and safety as he was- though without the extra theatrics. He was grateful for it regardless, for once not feeling like the odd one out because of his fears about the uncertain that he would air out seemingly without acknowledgement of how it may effect those with less mental fortitude...or how embarrassing such displays of delusion may be for him. In some unexplainable way, he actually felt more grounded than he had in years, the fact that his fears about inevitable disaster had come to fruition meant he no longer had to wait restlessly for it. Plus, he knew what to do now, setting a firm path forward for himself that he and his clanmates could follow to ensure they would come out the other side of such a hard Leafbare was something he could allow himself to be consumed by, the seemingly endless workload making for a rather effective distraction. He had not truly spiraled since the initial shock of the rapidly changing weather bearing down upon them that one fateful morning...it was almost unnatural by his standards.

Thats not to say he was no longer a creature of habit, far from it, for now he sat next to the prey pile with a rather unappetizing looking mass at his paws. It was dry, brittle, discolored with a brown hue...It's fur- or feathers, it was honestly hard to tell what species this animal once was- had already been removed, leaving behind a shrunken, leathery heap in its wake. Even Amberhaze seemed somewhat put off by his own creation, hesitantly licking at the morsel before him in an attempt to familiarize himself with the taste and texture, which was unlike anything he had ever experienced before. He would learn to stomach it in time, it was his only option should prey run entirely dry this coming winter, something he had already come to expect given how hard things have already been in such a short amount of time.

He was so focused on what he was doing he hadn't paid any mind to his surroundings, so when a little voice chirped in a strangely monotonous fashion, "what is that?" He let out a startled hiss before jumping to his feet, reeling backwards as if he were struck head on by unsheathed claws. With a rapidly palpitating heart and a heaving chest squeezing out labored breaths, his panicked ocher gaze like a glowing harvest moon met the smaller pair of eyes below him belonging to who he only vaguely remembered to be Puddlekit. "I want to eat that, if you're not eating it." She would ask, seemingly more interested in what Amberhaze possessed rather than he himself.

It took him several moments more to steady himself enough to respond, though his stance was still rigid and the fur along his back had yet to smooth itself out. "U-Uh...It-It's...Prey...Kind of." The corners of his pink-rimmed jaws twitched as he spoke, swallowing hard as he willed his nerves to steady themselves. She was a bug compared to him, and yet he acted as though he were facing death itself. "I-I guess you could t-try it...if you want. But I don't- Uh- I don't think you'll...like it, h-honestly." He poked it with a trembling paw as he provided his warning, however he still pushed the blob of hardened meat closer towards the kitten in a silent offer for her to sample it as she had wished.

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  AMBERHAZE — HE/HIM ･ 20 MOONS ･ WARRIOR OF SHADOWCLAN ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  black oriental shorthair. a short but lengthy black cat with a boney build and striking ocher eyes filled with unveiled trepidation.

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