A successful hunt was one of the great pleasures of a warrior's life, at least according to Silverspirit. Certainly to take a life was not, in itself, a pleasure, but knowing he was contributing to his Clan's well-being - and securing himself a meal in exchange, of course - filled his heart with satisfaction. To do so with a companion had its merits, too, particularly when he was in a more social mood - which he was today, in fact. The blue-silver tabby had settled himself in a sunny patch some little distance from the hustle and bustle, hoping to savor whatever warmth the leaf-bare sun was inclined to share, having offered to eat alongside Galerunner in celebration of their productive teamwork. For himself, he had retrieved a mostly-frozen vole and a chipmunk that seemed to be more tail-fur than meat; the plumpness of greenleaf had well and truly fallen away. Now were the lean times. It didn't trouble him outside of practical considerations - there had to be times of scarcity, after all. Infinite abundance was the domain of StarClan or of kittypets; unnatural, truthfully, even if he would take such an unbalanced world on those nights when his paws felt frozen and his stomach clenched with hunger.
Silverspirit lowered his head and began crunching into his prey; he fancied he could feel the little rodents' life-force flowing into his work-wearied body as he ate. Thank you. He thought with his characteristic solemnity, before glancing at his mealtime companion. He appeared to be ... Peeling? ... the fish he had caught, removing its scales with precision. A small furrow appeared between his clear green eyes and he was unable to stop himself from inquiring, "Are you peeling your fish, Galerunner?"
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Silverspirit lowered his head and began crunching into his prey; he fancied he could feel the little rodents' life-force flowing into his work-wearied body as he ate. Thank you. He thought with his characteristic solemnity, before glancing at his mealtime companion. He appeared to be ... Peeling? ... the fish he had caught, removing its scales with precision. A small furrow appeared between his clear green eyes and he was unable to stop himself from inquiring, "Are you peeling your fish, Galerunner?"
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