Open Backwritten Camp SkyClan in me there is a wild hunger ᨒ↟↟ᨒ↟ food aggression

[Stonepaw]

{$title} feral child experiencing some food aggression

Consumed by the darkness they bore
She will never wake up anymore

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// Takes place shortly after Des's introduction into SkyClan.

Des sat pressed into the shelter of a bush, hunched over a sparrow like it might vanish if she blinked. Thin shoulders jut up, head hunched low, and ears flat as she tore into it with fast rough bites. She chewed and gasped between mouthfuls. Around her, a mess of feathers, bits of bloody down sticking to her muzzle.

The nursery was bustling with movement, laughter, and speech—harmless noise to some. But to Des every sound was sharp and jostling. Too much. Too loud. She twitched with each overwhelming sound but did not tear away from the prey beneath her claws. Morsels slid down her throat, sometimes painfully, but she knew to eat quickly. If not, then something bigger would take it. Rip it away from her before she could satiate the gnawing pain in her stomach.

The sound of scuffling near drew a low growl from the kit. Her haunches tensed, but she made no effort to move, only tried scarf the prey down quicker.

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[stormcrow]

♱ "Relax," Stormcrow says, voice neither soft nor hard. Neutral, as she usually is. Observant. "You'll make yourself sick eating like that."

She sets her own prey down, careless, knowing it is safe now that she's picked it from the pile. Skyclanners could be tough, sure, but they were at least above stealing food from starving kits. She cannot understand Des' fear, having not known the hunger she has– even on the journey, there was food enough for all of them, at least most days. And nobody stole. They shared. But perhaps that was a strange concept to someone who's grown up outside of the clans.

Being earnest and straightforward seems to be the way to make this particular kit listen, so she keeps her usual tone and manner of speaking.

"I know you don't know us very well yet and have little reason to trust us," Stormcrow begins, "but we don't make it a habit to steal food from kits here. In fact it is frowned upon to take food from anyone, kit or warrior." A beat. She looks at Des again. "And it would be a waste of food if you threw it all up after scarfing it down like that."

♡ STORMCROW. 42 moons
temporary mentor of teaselpaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
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[Fujimoto]

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Fujimoto had heard of Des' story shortly after she had settled into camp. Though maybe it wasn't settling, so much as... existing. The tale had been tragic to hear, that she had watched a dog take the life of her brother right before her eyes. Too much for a kit to see and understand, too much for a mind still so new to the world.

SkyClan was not a pack of mongrels waiting to take her on next, but by the way she glared and snapped it would appear they were no different. The Sun Guard didn't want to overwhelm her when this side of the forest was still so new to her, but they could see someone potentially getting hurt. Des would be lucky that is was Stormcrow who found her first, patient and calm in the face of her snarling.

"Y-You've got some... feathers. On your muzzle." Fujimoto touched a paw to his face to show where the feathers stuck to on Des'. "Don't want- don't want to accident-dently swallow one. They don't t-taste good."

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[Stonepaw]

Consumed by the darkness they bore
She will never wake up anymore

.

tw - gross and also almost throwing up

Stormcrow's cool voice makes her bristle. Claws cling firmly to feathers, unconvinced. Des does not think Stormcrow would steal from her, but she does not know everyone in SkyClan.

Besides, she has gotten sick before, but that's never been much of a concern. Not when food is scarce and anything seems appealing enough to eat. Bones, rotten scraps, two-legged food, even something that's chewed and mixed with bile.

"Something else might," Des says between smacking jaws. "A big bird." Wide slitted eyes flick up toward the canopy as if expecting one to swoop down that very moment. "A twoleg. A dog."

"And then—the prey is gone—and I am hungry." Always hungry. She learned not to get too comfortable. Other creatures don't care if you're small or starving. She's gone empty-bellied too many times, lost too many meals to stronger jaws.

Des ignores Fujimoto's fumbling words. She doesn't care about the feathers. But as if he willed it into existence, one sticks to the back of her throat. She gags and paws at her muzzle. Her eyes water, a scraggly frame hunches forward, and jaws splay open in a dry retch. But somehow, she manages to keep it down. With a final hack, she spits a slimy feather onto the ground. Her tongue drags over her muzzle in irritated swipes.

She stops and stares blankly at the regurgitated feather.

// Rolled a 1d20. Result = 14.

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[stormcrow]

♱ Fujimoto appears, soft spoken as always, far gentler with his words than Stormcrow. She has nothing against the Sun Guard, despite what it may appear like to others. He'd shown clear distaste when she took over the training of Teaselpaw for some time, but she had not expected a daylight warrior to take her side. She did not blame him for his loyalty, only judged it for being misplaced, for overshadowing his loyalty to Hawkstar.

When Des speaks again, Stormcrow turns to look at her, humming thoughtfully as she takes a bite of her prey. "No," she says, "not here. Dogs do at least have the smarts not to attack a place where they'd be outnumbered so heavily. As for birds… the biggest ones we get around here are hawks. But again– they'd be outnumbered, and birds of prey are not stupid. If they did try, we'd see them coming, and they wouldn't have time to touch your food. They'd be too busy trying to survive." She takes another bite, chews slowly, and swallows. "You're not alone anymore, Des. Alone, yes, you would be in danger of your food being taken. But here? No. I would not, Fujimoto would not, and if anyone else tried, the rest of the clan would shame them for it."

But Des is stubborn, much like Stormcrow herself, and only slowdowns when she begins to choke on something– Stormcrow doesn't move. She watches her retch, until finally a feather lands on the ground.

"What'd I tell you?" Stormcrow says, though her eyes have gotten a little softer. "Good job keeping the food down, though. Best not to waste fresh kill."

♡ STORMCROW. 44 moons
temporary mentor of teaselpaw,
daughter of snowveil
peaceful powerplay allowed
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