Open PAFP Camp Begging us to eat, so much meat, and hunger is so heavy | Flamerunner - sharing food

[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart​

I'm starving my friend

Snowdropheart was so hungry, the morning patrol yet again unsuccesful in finding any prey. It was nothing new, the colder seasons were always hard, but had it started so early before? Their paws barely stepping into leaf-fall and already they struggled to find any food. She feared this empty feeling in her belly would not go away anytime soon and her heart panged at the thought of the youngest kittens growing up in these conditions.

She watched her clanmates struggling, her own stomach grumbling at her. There was barely any prey in the fresh-kill pile and Snowdropheart's stomach tightened at the thought of taking a whole piece of robin for herself. Sure, the bird wasn't particularly big, but still, there were more cats around her than food in the pile.

Lifting her head, she spotted the cream-colored shape of Flamerunner and trotted up to him, robin in her jaws. "Come on, let's share this." she meowed instead of a greeting. The tom might have been bigger than her, but at the rate he was going, his frame would be just skin and bones soon. "We could both use some food."

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[Flamerunner Flamerunner]

Run boy run! The sun will be guiding you
Run boy run! They're dying to stop you
Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
Run boy run! Break out from society

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Ah… things were getting nasty, weren't they? His fur fluffed up against the cold as he stared ahead, a frown pulling at his muzzle. He was a good hunter, he knew that. During the warmer days, he'd brought home more prey than he could count. Even now, in the creeping grip of leaf-bare, he could still catch something if luck was kind. But prey was growing scarce, and when that happened, cats got tense. Grouchy. Snappish. Sometimes, even stupid. Fights broke out over scraps. That's what had happened back then…

Would it be the same now?

His thoughts wandered, back to his sister. To how she had withered away, piece by piece, until all that was left was a hollow shell with eyes that no longer saw anything. Too young to die. Too sweet to deserve it. So lost in thought was he that he didn't notice Snowdropheart's approach until her voice broke the quiet. His ears twitched, and only then did his blue eyes lift, blinking toward her and the robin she carried. " Snowdropheart. " he greeted, his voice low, roughened by the cold and his thoughts. Then a faint grin curled across his muzzle, the kind that didn't quite reached his eyes. " You need the food too, gorgeous. "

The lazy humor was there, but the rumble in his stomach betrayed him, a quiet growl cutting through the frost-still air. He huffed out a short laugh. " Though I suppose… " he drawled, tipping his head with mock consideration. " If you don't mind sharing, I'll take a few nips of that bird too. " There was warmth in his tone, but something else lingered underneath it, weariness, maybe. The kind that even his jokes couldn't quite chase away anymore.

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[Snowdropheart]

Snowdropheart

Snowdropheart felt relieved Flamerunner had accepted her offer - she worried about her clanmates, those that waited to eat from the fresh-kill pile instead of eating during the patrols. She nudged the robin toward him, indicating for him to take the first bite, only then did she join in. Snowdropheart savored the taste and warmth filling her mouth, aware of how rare and precious this feeling had become. And it wasn't going to improve anytime soon.

As she ate, she felt a pang of guilt in her heart - she was eating while others, more vulnerable, probably starved - the elders, the queens. Had anyone checked on them? She promised herself to be the one to do so, once the meal was finished.

Eating alongside Flamerunner was nice, a quiet moment like this creating a connection - not romantic, of course, though Snowdropheart did long for one like that with someone, to have a big family with. Not with Flamerunner, however, that wasn't the kind of bond between them.

"You call me gorgeous, but look at us - thinner and thinner each day, soon to look like those hares the WindClanners chase across the moors." she tried to make a joke to fill in the silence. "You hunt and bring so much prey, but..." she hesitated, looking into Flamerunner's eyes. "...when is the last time you actually ate?"

His eyes looked tired, weary. When had Snowdropheart looked into them last? She swore they were full of life last time these two spoke, but how long ago was that? There were so many cats Snowdropheart wanted to take care of, to share her warmth with, but she still felt like she was failing. Quietly, she nuzzled the tom, letting him know she was there for him, no matter what.

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[Flamerunner Flamerunner]

Run boy run! The sun will be guiding you
Run boy run! They're dying to stop you
Run boy run! This race is a prophecy
Run boy run! Break out from society

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Flamerunner lifted his head when she nudged the robin toward him, blinking once before giving a soft chuckle. " You know, the saying goes 'ladies first'. " he spoke, though when she insisted, he relented and took a few careful bites. The meat was cold, stringy in places, but it was food and the warmth that spread through his chest wasn't just from eating. It was from Snowdropheart's thoughtfulness. Her kindness. He watched her quietly for a moment as she joined him, her delicate movements, the way her expression softened as the taste hit her tongue. Always thinking of everyone else, wasn't she? Even now, her eyes held that distant guilt, that quiet weight he recognized all too well.

When she spoke, he let out a breath that almost became a laugh, soft, fond and tired. " You still are, even if you start looking like one of those skinny WindClan hares. " he spoke, voice playful as ever, even with the hint of tiredness throughout it. Her next words, though, made him pause. The question hung heavier than he wanted to admit. He tried to wave it off at first, offering his usual grin. " I eat. " he said, flicking his tail as if the subject were nothing. " Maybe not as much as I should, but I'm not keeling over yet. " he assured, glancing over at her face to acknowledge the worry he saw there... The genuine concern for his well being.

" Hey... " he murmured, voice dropping lower, warm despite the chill that clung to the camp. " You shouldn't be the one fretting over me. You already do enough for everyone else. Queens, elders, apprentices, you can't carry the whole forest on your back, Snowdropheart. " He leaned in then, brushing his muzzle lightly against her shoulder, a rare gesture of quiet reassurance. " We'll get through it. " he promised, a quiet certainty threading through his tone. " Leafbare won't last forever. We've seen worse seasons, yeah? We'll make it through this one too, one way or another. "

A faint smirk tugged back at his lips, the spark of his usual self flickering back to life. " And when newleaf comes, I'll make sure you're the first to get the fattest squirrel in the forest. Deal? "

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