SkyClan Journey KEEPING DREAMS ALIVE | twoleg food

[SPIKEPAW]

{$title} big guy has found some potato chips <3

Spikepaw had sped over to the "pantry", where SkyClan's new pal Tigger said that there were snacks galore. He had not had kittypet food in a long time... since his early kithood, really. Some of it had tasted great, if not better than certain fresh-kill, so the apprentice was more than happy to try it out again.

He had knocked over a gigantic bag of something; Spikepaw did not know what, considering he could not differentiate what food was meant for cats or not. There was only one way to find out and his grumbling tummy did not want to wait another moment. He held the crinkly pouch down with his big paws and yanked with his teeth, tearing it open and immediately being hit with a distantly familiar aroma. Hey... he knows these!

One bite of the crunchy chip and Spikepaw was floating amongst the stars, green eyes shutting in utter bliss. "Oh my— this—" He can't even muster the words at first. Raw memories are too powerful at the moment, overwhelming and overloading all of his senses — the familiar sight of the yellowish-golden ovals, the smell and taste of salty and starchy goodness, the sound of crinkle and crunch, the texture of these crispy and hard rounds.

"I'm getting crazy flashbacks right now. I missed this stuff! Spikepaw cries before proceeding to shove his head straight into the bag, shoveling golden crisps into his watering maw and munching away. More were scattered on the ground around him, revealing an opportunity for his clanmates to try... or at least get a whiff of.

𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈 𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖

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  — spikepaw / 11 moons / he/him pronouns
  — apprentice of skyclan
  — sh black tabby w/ low white and green eyes, small scar across right brow
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[Teaselpaw]

TEASELPAW

Over hill, over dale, through the valley and vale do not weep, do not wail, I am coming home to you

Teaselpaw padded after Spikepaw, their expression a curious mix of intrigue and discomfort, the soreness in their paw pads evident with every step. They could feel their energy waning, their reserves stretched thin, but the thought of disappointing their mother urged them onward. Determined, they resolved to keep pace with the group and remain close to their mentor once the journey resumed.

As they watched Spikepaw move ahead, Teaselpaw tilted their head, a flicker of confusion crossing their face. The other apprentice seemed so... delighted with those strange little food things. A soft, puzzled mrrrp escaped their throat as they observed, their wide eyes tracking Spikepaw's cheerful movements.

Curiosity pulled them closer. Gently, Teaselpaw batted at some of the scattered objects, their paw brushing against the odd bits as they stared at them with wonder. What was this stuff? What was it for?

A small noise slipped out, betraying their bewilderment, their expression almost comically owlish. They turned their gaze to Spikepaw, eyes wide as saucers, silently asking what in the stars this peculiar discovery could possibly be.

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[Fujimoto]

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It was good to see them all regale at falling into safety, just in time as well. Fujimoto had needed some time to rest until his paws regained feeling once again, and once it was sure he didn't have any dreadful frostbite, he was up and moving with the rest of them.

Tigger's nest was quite a curiosity. It wasn't much like his old one at all, so much kept away and contained in very chewable boxes. He wished to nibble on at least one corner, but he had been advised not too, sadly. "Don't eat too fast, Spikepaw. You could uh, y'know, get a tummy ache." And who knew what herbs survived all of that mess outside.

Fuji pointedly looked away from the spill himself, however. He wouldn't shove his muzzle into anything with an adolescent still hungry. "Hey, where's Swallowpaw? She deserves something to eat, too."

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