PAFP Camp don't get comfortable - [ first meal! ]

[wisteriastrike wisteriastrike]

Cloudberrypaw drops a toad by her paws. While no behemoth, and far from the warm-blooded prey she's craved as of late, it is a welcome morsel to indulge in. The wraith-like girl doesn't linger long at all, having completed her duty to her younger siblings and decided that that was enough. Wisteriastrike doesn't reach for that companionship, either - the duds of Cicadabuzz's former litter are not of her concern.

Her nose tickles the roundness of the toad, her ears pinned to her head as she gauges just how much meat this out-of-season meal would provide her. As the lilac molly shifts, she notes that her kits seem interested, too. A flutter of her heart, and a churning in her gut, and she decides that her litter is old enough to try a morsel in the least.

"Who wants the first bite?" she queries to the kits, inclining her head slightly. "It'll be different from your milk, but it'll fill your bellies faster...!"

[ pls wait for one of the following! @Maggotkit @Centipedekit @oleanderkit @Elderkit @goldenrodkit @deathberrykit ]

 

[Maggotkit]

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MAGGOTKIT

Maggotkit watched quietly as the smaller cat brought their mother food. It didn't understand how Wisteriastrike could eat it, the texture and smell vastly different from that of what the kittens have been eating all their life - mother's milk. And then its mother spoke words it somehow understood the meaning of, though individual sounds still made no sense to it.

Maggotkit looked at the "food" in front of it, eyes wide with confusion. It didn't understand what it was meant to do - why did its mother ask them to eat this strange thing? But Maggotkit wasn't one to disagree, they listened and obeyed. Standing on wobbly legs, they approached the strange toad, observing it. It was round, four strange tendrils sticking out of it.

And so Maggotkit did the only thing it knew and grabbed one of the tendrils with its mouth, sucking. But no milk came out, nothing nutritious. It let out a pathetic yelp, closing its eyes in protest, sucking harder, digging its claws into the flesh. Nothing.

Maggotkit didn't understand how to eat this strange thing and rolled away sadly, hoping to nab Wisteriastrike's milk instead.

OOC: The "tendrils" are the toad's legs...

 

[goldenrodkit]

𓆣𓆣 Goldenrodkit is, of course, aware that its mother does not drink milk as it and its littermates do. Its mother eats things, things with fur or feathers or scales. Often they are more strange-looking than not, with glassy eyes that seem to draw the kit in with their depths. When it spots the same empty-eyed stare today, this time on an even stranger, bumpy-skinned creature that the strange older feline brings into the den, Goldenrodkit's attention is piqued instantly. The creature will surely be consumed soon, but the black-and-gold kit finds itself wishing to get a better look at it. It cranes its neck, and finally after a few moments the queen offers the prey up to the litter's hungry mouths.

Maggotkit gets hold of the thing first, going for one of the long things hanging off of it—legs, Goldenrodkit realizes as it watches its sibling suck at the thing's leg. Orange brows furrow slightly, confusion flickering in owl-wide eyes. That cannot be the intended use of the prey. Right? The kit has seen the queens eat prey like this, not by suckling on it but by… biting. So the kit opens its mouth as wide as it possibly can, looking a bit comical in the process as it tips its head back to accommodate its practically-unhinged jaw. And then it chomps down on the limb with needle-sharp teeth, frowning when its teeth fail to pierce fully through the thing. Befuddled, it lets go of the creature, tilting its head to one side to inspect the prey. It looks to its mother, then back to the prey, before biting down ineffectively once more and beginning to gnaw on the thing.

sorry seeder 𓆣 bottom feeder

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  GOLDENRODKIT ⁺‧₊☽♰☾₊‧⁺ it/they/she, kit of shadowclan
  𓆤 scrawny, scruffy black and gold kit with orange eyes. quiet and independent.
  𓆤 chronic upper respiratory infections ; has a gravely voice and constant sniffles.
  𓆤 cicadabuzz x wisteriastrike ; sibling to deathberrykit, elderkit, oleanderkit, centipedekit, maggotkit ; half sibling to cloudberrypaw, mistletoepaw, hemlockpaw
  𓆤 peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; does not like physical contact & may react negatively
  𓆤 played by foxlore

 

[Tickfrost Tickfrost]

When you're lost in the universe, lost in the universe, don't lose faith
My mother says, "Your whole life's in the paws of the Stars"

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Tickfrost poked his head into the nursery, his mangy frame leaner than he'd like these days. The cold moons had stripped most of the prey from their territory, and though his belly ached more often than not, he was managing. Barely. His orange eyes scanned the den, softening as they landed on Wisteriastrike and the wriggling bundle of kits clustered around her paws. A frog lay between them, a gift, no doubt and Wisteriastrike was coaxing her brood closer, prompting them to take their first bite. Their very first bite. Tickfrost blinked, leaning against the den's entrance with a flick of his torn ear. They were still so small... Still in that stage where the world existed only within the walls of the nursery and the steady rhythm of their mother's heartbeat.

Would they understand what they were supposed to do?

His gaze wandered across the moss-lined nests. So many kits. Too many, perhaps. The den was full to bursting, mewling, squirming, living proof that life still pushed on even when the world grew cold and cruel. But as he looked at them, his chest tightened with a quiet dread. Would they all live to see newleaf? Would any of them know the warmth of a full belly or the feeling of grass under the thawing sun? A small sound drew his attention back, a wet, comical slurp and Tickfrost's whiskers twitched as he caught sight of Maggotkit, who had latched his mouth around one of the frog's legs, apparently more interested in sucking than biting. A soft, breathy chortle escaped him. For all his cynicism, the kits never failed to draw a smile.

" Bite it, Maggotkit.. " he said, padding closer, voice quiet but edged with gentle amusement. " You've got to bite it. Like your sibling here. " He nodded toward Goldenrodkit, who was valiantly gnawing on the frog but making little headway. Maybe their teeth weren't quite strong enough yet. Maybe that was for the best. Let them stay kits a little longer, innocent, warm, unknowing. There was time enough in the world for hunger and hardship. For now, the only one who truly needed to eat was their mother.

His orange gaze lingered on Wisteriastrike, the faintest sigh slipping from his muzzle. " You make sure you eat too. "

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