Whisperpaw has learned there is no such lingering comfort out in the wilds. The world changed, adapted. For those who lack foresight, it has the guess, as some cats have become accustomed to the tunnels. Even if its belly gnawed and twisted with hunger, its eyes burning from the sun. It can find solace in here. It can find wonders down in the tunnels. It's claws comes in contact with something quiet and mucus-soaked. It sniffs, familiar earthly tang. It assumes it's multiple worms being disturbed by its poking and prodding. It has found them. It paws at them– a bit to rough. It assures itself that their little lives aren't for naught! They were a little more then pests, they were.
Pale paws step into the clearing— for a moment he flinches. Cringing at the sunlight beaming its glowing rays down upon his bird - framed frame. His eyes adjust, blinking rapidly as his skin prickles with the light of the day. The wiggly things drift pass his lips, a curious pink tongue pokes at them. The texture is... something. He wrinkles his nose slightly at the slimy aftertaste (he really has a number of things we could try but he chose this?). He acknowledges it.
The rest of the worms are laid in front of its paws, it looming over the wiggly creatures across the ground. They're HARDLY filling, maybe a kit could try them out surely? Whisperpaw's hum is quiet, as it lifts a claw towards its teeth. It promptly swallows the thing, followed by a shudder and a grimace. Two more follows after that. It was a curious being by nature so why in the world would it do this?
Pale paws step into the clearing— for a moment he flinches. Cringing at the sunlight beaming its glowing rays down upon his bird - framed frame. His eyes adjust, blinking rapidly as his skin prickles with the light of the day. The wiggly things drift pass his lips, a curious pink tongue pokes at them. The texture is... something. He wrinkles his nose slightly at the slimy aftertaste (he really has a number of things we could try but he chose this?). He acknowledges it.
The rest of the worms are laid in front of its paws, it looming over the wiggly creatures across the ground. They're HARDLY filling, maybe a kit could try them out surely? Whisperpaw's hum is quiet, as it lifts a claw towards its teeth. It promptly swallows the thing, followed by a shudder and a grimace. Two more follows after that. It was a curious being by nature so why in the world would it do this?
"Whisperpaw asks... How many would you take?"
It speaks to no one in particular. Frankly no one at all. It really does not mind at all. -
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