camp vulture culture | bone monchin'

[GHOSTWAIL]

CW: gross eating, bodily fluids

Ivory on ivory, teeth clashed against the measly little bone, splintering with every gnarly gnashing of the phantom's jaws. A pitiful prize to most, marrow, but a delicacy to the more... gamey... of Sootstar's claimant horde. She worries at her snack's unfortunate casing, barely taking a moment to spit out the annoying bits that lodged themselves uncomfortably against the inside of her cheeks. It's a nasty sound - her ungodly crunching mixed with her unladylike spluttering - only to be followed by her slurping at the contents of her .... meal? ..... toy?.... it was hard to say.

Whatever it was, it was now plastered onto her face, alongside a combination of spit and snot that had trickled down from her constantly running nose. The newly-welcomed phantom of WindClan seemed .... proud ..... of this. What this some great achievement to her, chewing on bones like some rabid dog? If she felt any shame, she did not show it as she picked at what remained of her chosen rabbit - half a corpse and half a skeleton - taking care to pluck out the fur first before continuing her messy meal.

She is mid-way through her meticulous plucking when she notices a cat hovering in the corner of her periphery. Burning eyes snap to the feline in question, wide, though who could tell what emotion that odd gaze held. "Come." Banshee drawls, no trace of friendliness or malice hidden in her lifeless tone. "Feast with me, we are family now, after all."​

- you call for peace when it suits you​

 

[Moonshadow]

—————————————————【 She/Her | Windclan warrior | 32 Moons 】————————————————

【 ◈】 A vision of ebony and alabaster would watch the unusual rogue with a mixture of unease and curiosity. The former royalty thinking of how her etiquette tutor would be fainting from the way this molly was behaving, and while the display was rather...unpleasant, the idea of her old nurse passing out from the shock amused her.

Suddenly eyes would snap towards her and Moonshadow would meet the monotone gaze with her own stoic sapphires. The invitation to join the ghost was a surprising one, but the warrior would simply rise to her paws and walk over, taking a seat at a respectful distance as she remained silent before meowing evenly, "Is there a purpose to your manner of eating? I've never seen a cat eat the contents within the bones of prey before."

[penned by Zaeya].

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[GOATFOOT]

"Because a rogue whom is picky is a dead rogue..." Goat would begin to monologue, his voice deep and growly. He doesn't seem to be bothered by Banshee's loud and disgusting chewing at all, he often had stains all over his maw himself once he was finished with a meal. Sometimes he was almost certain it got up his nose.

"Chewing keeps the body content... makes yer body think yer eating, subsides the pain of the stomach... mhm." That was his theory anyways, he knew when he gnawed on bones on the rare occasion during the moons he felt hunger subside, even if only a little. ​

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Spoiler: TAGS 🐐 11/22

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

╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· GOAT, male — he / him
╰ ‣ 144 moons . libra . ages on the first
╰ ‣ rogue . mountain-born .

╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smell of fir trees and late rainfall , status — 100%
╰ ‣ blue and white tom . scar over right eye . amber eyes

╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
╰ ‣ Blunt, impatient, stubborn, loud-mouthed, short-tempered / warms up to become soft-hearted, protective, and considerate with those he grows close to.
╰ ‣ finds moderate difficult in relating to others . can be cruel, rarely shows mercy
╰ ‣ Appreciates titles such as "sir & mister"

╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· BEETLE x HAWTHORNE
╰ ‣ homosexual .
╰ ‣ skilled fighter . average hunter .
╰ ‣ will start fights . unlikely to flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.

 

[Mantissong.]

( ♬ ) "Mmm, I've never had any. Never had much use for it," A lilted voice commented, the albino's powder blue gaze curious as she gazed at the ferocious creature before her that chewed and swallowed the liquid that ran in the bones, dirtying her face and fur more than it already was. The sight made Mantissong's own alabaster pelt feel grimy, her eye twitching as she resisted the urge to preen and comb through her silky soft fur to make sure she didn't even look a speck like this thing that made itself at home where she slept, ate, and socialized. Uncivilized, rabid creatures that Sootstar brought in, but the femme almost enjoyed their presence. Because they provided a clear line between who is worthy and who wasn't to Mantissong, with these beast that slurped and crunched bones operated at the bottom of Windclan's food chain and normal cats were clearly above them. Plus... they could be useful to befriend.

Resisting making a face, the well-groomed she-cat strode a bit closer, gracefully side-stepping Moonshadow to come rest across from Banshee, a cool smile curling on her lips. "Is it much different to blood? I imagine it has that same... sharp taste, correct?" She asked, soft eyes flicking down to look at the mutilated prey body infront of her. Atleast no part was going to waste, not many cats could complain about the disrespect of prey if there was no evidence that the prey had even existed, plus less bones you would have to bury, meaning going straight back to hunting. But the pieces of discard shards did seem to contradict that line of thought. Afterall, they could get buried into paw pads or end up in nests. Or they can be placed in more prey for a painful little surprise to whoever Banshee deemed fit. Clearing her throat, she added, "Do you eat the bone aswell or do you have to spit that out?"
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( NOT SUCH A BAD BITCH WHEN I'M ON MY OWN ; THRIFT STORE SWEATER WITH THE HOLES )