MAGGOTKIT 
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The breeze carries with it the words of Maggotkit's friends. They chitter and chatter, sharing information between each other and Maggotkit listens, trying to decipher each individual message.There's something about a... woodpecker, threatening to eat their young, and Maggotkit angles its ears to listen. And sure enough, from time to time, it can hear the soft rhytmic thuds of a bird smashing its beak against the bark. Another chitter speaks of coldness approaching and of great sleep - this is a constant message being shared among the small critters, Maggotkit can only wonder how bad this leaf-bare is truly going to be.
One more thing reaches Maggotkit's ears and it takes a while to untangle its meaning. It's grumpy and annoyed and speaks of furry things invading its hole in the ground - if Maggotkit understands correctly, it should be near the edge of the camp, but still within its bounds. If it is as the kitten thinks, then it would do them well to investigate.
On short steps, Maggotkit walks over to what it thinks the place to be and sure enough, finds a little burrow in the ground. Perhaps the creatures of the territory deemed this place safe enough from leaf-bare. But unbeknowst to them, this place shelters ShadowClan - predators, and hungry ones at that. A single dung beetle marches around the burrow, grumpy at having its sleeping hole invaded, and Maggotkit picks it up gently. Then, it crouches lower and simply waits, its only company the dung beetle, listing out all the injustices done to it this season. It's good company, Maggotkit thinks as it listens.
A long time passes and the kitten almost dozes off, when the upset critter points out the nose of its squatter poking out of the burrow. Maggotkit tenses, ears perked up and alerted, but dares not move. It stays still for a breath and then the mouse climbs out of the hole. When it's far enough from its stolen shelter, Maggotkit pounces before it can run back inside and bites into it.
With the mouse now dead at its paws, the dung beetle calms down, satisfied. There are more in the hole, the dead mouse's kin, but if Maggotkit is patient enough, it can probably get rid of them all, feed itself and its family, and help out its new friend all in one.
OOC: Open to any campbound or semi-campbound cats! Since we rolled better this month, i'm letting folks take both 9 and a 10 result on a 1d10 as a success! Feel free to join Maggotkit in its "hunt" or find a spot of your own! Maggotkit rolled a 9.
