{$title} TW: Discussion of death & cannibalism (fairly lighthearted)
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After a comtemplative hum, she finally gets to her point. "
Soooo, like, if I died tomorrow,
" Marrowpaw begins, pulling each syllable out long like gristle between her teeth. It stretches its body out in turn, across one of the camp's many jutting boulders. A paw hangs loosely over its edge, claws flexing idly. She continues, "Hit my head and bam, I'm gone.
" The dangling paw smacks against the rock for emphasis. There's a glint in the reclining feline's eye, an upward tick to the corner of their maw, as if the very thought is amusing.After a comtemplative hum, she finally gets to her point. "
Vissy gets to eat me, yeah?
" That same lazy paw lifts to gesture a sweeping motion towards its owner's sibling, Viscerapaw. "Not some crowfood-eating fox, or like, maggots or rats. But if any of them do try, you've got to fight them for me. Got it? It's what I'd want, or whatever. Sorry mama, but it's got first claim. No one else.
" The words are breezily, light despite their content. Marrowpaw rests their head against the cool of the rock and their eyes, half-lidded, flicker between the two other members of its family lazily. "And I assume I get to do the same for you, right Viscerapaw?
" Each syllable of its names comes with a snap this time, as its maw finally splits into a grin.-