Open Camp I’M A SINNER, I’M A SAINT [crunchin’ a bug]

[goldenrodkit]

𓆣𓆣 Only days ago it had eaten its first solid meal, sharp kitten teeth piercing the hide of a small, bumpy creature. It hadn't been good at the eating part, unsure how to wield its jaws against the various textures that coated the frog's skin. Now, Goldenrodkit has gotten marginally better, or at the very least has found itself enjoying the act of eating more, so much so that all thoughts of bothering its mother for milk have fled its mind. But in the absence of milk, the kit finds itself seeking out more and more and more solid food to eat—which wouldn't be an issue, if not for the dwindling prey pile and the warriors who snap and snarl if Goldenrodkit strays too close to said pile. The kit has bared its teeth right back at a couple of them, but some of them don't even back down after that.

Anyway, though, Goldenrodkit doesn't need their food from the prey pile. It can hunt its own food… like the beetle it's been batting around the camp floor for a while now. The thing has practically given up on trying to escape by now, seemingly resigned to its fate as a kit's chew toy. "Mmmmm…" the kit grunts, continuing to crunch down on the bug. Its shell is tough, but the tortoiseshell can feel the point when it gradually begins to give way. There's an audible crack, then another, as the shell at last splinters under Goldenrodkit's grip. A short gasp escapes its mouth, excitement coloring its expression as it realizes its victory. But then a shadow falls over it and the kit's head shoots up, meeting the approaching clanmate with owl-rounded golden eyes. Clearly, it's a bit surprised by being suddenly interrupted just as it was about to partake in the spoils of its efforts, but its gaze holds little anger. Only a disgruntled noise leaves the kit's mouth, yet still it lies frozen with the bug still held between dark paws, waiting for the other to say something.

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

 

[Maggotkit]

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MAGGOTKIT

Maggotkit watches, as usual, what its siblings are up to. It sits at the nursery's entrance, looking out into the light. Today it has decided to watch Goldenrodkit's adventures, chasing after bugs and other critters. Maggotkit doen't understand what the point of chasing is, when beetles just crawl towards it anyway - already one has begun to approach them, its legs moving across the nursery floor.

But soon it begins to understand, when their sibling grabs the creature with its jaw, munching down hard. That intrigues Maggotkit - it would be lying if it said hunger wasn't a constant state for it. So looking at their sibling discover a new form of food makes the kitten excited. The beetle crawling towards them is now almost upon them and Maggotkit doesn't hesitate to bat at it with their paw, ready to grab it just like they've watched their sibling do.

The moment their little teeth touch the beetle, Maggotkit yelps in surprise - did they just hear the beetle cry out in pain? They're not sure if they've imagined it or not, but now they've lost all of their apetite. Who knew food had feelings just like them? Maggotkit looks up at their sibling once more, now approached by another cat. How could they so easily munch and crunch into the creature without feeling like they're doing something wrong? The beetle now released crawls away and Maggotkit can swear they can hear it grumble to itself.

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[goldenrodkit]

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The older cat who seems to have stopped to linger—to stare at them and little else—quickly bores Goldenrodkit, and the tortoiseshell dismisses them with a short, rasped-out huff of breath. Uninteresting. Dull. Their gaze turns, and it is interest that lights up in wide golden eyes when they land upon Goldenrodkit's littermate. Maggotkit is always right there when they need it, even when their so-called need is simply an excuse to flee from a social interaction they didn't ask for. With a final, sharp look at the intruding older cat, the scruffy-furred kit pads over to their chestnut-coated sibling. Maggotkit seems to have captured its very own beetle, but before they fully bite down on it they seem to startle and then drop the bug. They allow it to scuttle away—why do they let it do that?

"Hm?" Goldenrodkit's question contains no words, only a hum escaping them, but they intend their message to be clear: Why are you acting so strange? Then, "Let it go?" Their golden-ringed head tips toward the beetle, and the kit scuttles over to swipe at it with a paw before returning their attention to Maggotkit. Their sibling acting differently than usual is cause for concern, is it not? Should they call for their mother, or one of the clan's medics? If their littermate is getting sick then everyone should know—and should fix it.

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GOLDENRODKIT

IT/THEY/SHE, KIT OF SHADOWCLAN
scruffy black and gold kit with orange eyes ; quiet and independent
chronic upper respiratory infections ; gravely voice & constant sniffles
cicadabuzz x wisteriastrike ; littermate to deathberrykit, elderkit, oleanderkit, centipedekit, maggotkit
peaceful powerplay allowed ; doesn't like physical contact
played by foxlore