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Open the sweetwater prince [ trying prey for the first time(?) ]

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howlingkit

one last song
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Melodykit does not stray too far from her family. RiverClan is a big, dizzying place to her - and she's only gone as far as the nursery limits! The young kitten doesn't think she could even make it a few mouse-lengths out of the nursery's maw, let alone to the fresh kill pile or the stream nearby. It's just too much for her! No, indeed, the tabby much prefers lying in wait in her nest, with her siblings and father, and nothing ever changing.

This time, however, the girl is introduced to a minnow. She's seen these things before, and beckons her understanding by muttering an uncertain, "F-shhh....?" when it's brought to her. Are they expecting her to... eat this? Surely not. The other kits in the nursery eat fish - StarClan, even Batgloom does! But not her. Certainly never her. She can live off of milk for the rest of her life, surely!

"No -! No want!" Melodykit cries when the fish is nudged closer to her.
 
𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 Pricklekit has made themself at home in RiverClan's camp, venturing out of the nursery quite a few times by now. They enjoy traipsing around and seeing just how many clanmates they can greet before somebody gets annoyed and tells them to get back in the nursery or something. But that's okay, because the nursery is great! The brown-patched kit loves to nap, and all the caretakers don't seem to mind. As a result, they've become privy to many of the younger kits' firsts, like opening their eyes or eating real food. Pricklekit themself doesn't remember their first prey, but they hope it was a fish—fish are tasty.

Even though they like fish, they can understand why Melodykit thinks it's gross. The smell is just so strong it sometimes makes Pricklekit's stomach churn. They watch the girl refuse the minnow offered to her, declaring "no want!" and the tangle-pelted kit scoots closer to inspect it. It doesn't… look bad or anything. It looks normal. Fishy. "Y'don't want it?" They cock their head, fixing their hidden-away eyes on the smaller kit. "I can eat it if y'want," they offer after a moment, looking to the nearest adult for confirmation. Of course, it would be better if Melodykit ate the fish that someone caught for her, but Pricklekit isn't one to judge. They're okay with eating up the scraps she doesn't want, as long as the bigger cats are okay with it.

nothing's set in stone ✼✼ the world will change
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  • PRICKLEKIT ˚𓆛˚｡ they/them, kit of riverclan
    ✼ stocky, fluffy chocolate and white kit with thick fur hiding their eyes. clingy and oblivious, a sleepy kit who prefers naptime over games.
    ✼ enhanced sense of smell ; gets nauseous easily
    ✼ sibling to branchkit, hollykit, saffronkit, skykit ; adopted by pikestar
    ✼ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; they appreciate physical contact
    ✼ played by foxlore
 
There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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Littlebrook watched with a sharp, assessing eye, tail giving a single lash at Melodykit's indignant squeak about not wanting the fish. She could understand the protest, the shift from a mother's milk to the taste of prey was always a strange one, but still, the reaction drew a faint frown from her. Leafbare would not wait for kits' whims. When the cold moons came and prey grew scarce, even the pickiest of mouths would learn the value of a full belly. Better to start learning that lesson now.

With a soft sigh, Littlebrook's gaze drifted toward Pricklekit, who had so eagerly offered to eat the fish instead. The sight tugged a small, amused smile from her. Kits, always so quick to seize an opportunity. She had only come into the nursery to keep an eye on Wavesong's little guppies while their mother was out. By chance or by fate, that someone had turned out to be her today. She suspected, in truth, that Wavesong trusted her and that thought alone warmed her chest, even as she kept her tone practical.

" Soon you'll have to get used to fish, young Melodykit. " she said firmly, voice gentle but edged with experience. " When leafbare comes, prey will be scarce, and you'll be glad to have something to fill your tummy. " Her teal eyes softened as she turned toward Pricklekit. " You can have a tiny bit. " she allowed. " But leave enough for Melodykit, in case she changes her mind. "

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Pricklekit's presence is a welcome one, given how close-knit the nursery tends to be. She'd consider the other a friend, if she knew exactly what that title entailed. For now, however, she just knows that she doesn't mind their company as much as she may mind a nosy warrior or a working apprentice's. They ask if they can have the fish, and almost instantly, Melodykit shoves the minnow towards their mismatched paws. She also almost turns tail immediately, too, eager to get out of the situation as soon as possible - ... when Littlebrook garners her attention with a soft, but firm, tone.

And instantly, Melodykit begins to cry.

With no fathomable words, the girl tears up and begins to blubber with the warrior's slightly sharper tone. She hiccups and gasps, as if her tail had been bitten and her face clawed for insubordination. "Don't... wanna! Don't wanna!!!" the cream-colored kitten cries, sliding down onto her belly fur and continuing to sob.
 

Frostmoth has a bit of a routine. Hunting at dawn, and a border patrol at midday. Though if the latter of the two is bountiful, the deputy has never been opposed to bringing home a little extra prey for his clanmates. It had been one such day, and though the biting winds seem to grow sharper with each passing sunrise, the fish are still swimming well for RiverClan. Frostmoth excuses himself from his patrol as soon as they have arrived back at camp and trots straight to the nursery to drop off a nice fat carp for them. They aren't much his taste anyway, and he's sure the nursery residents will be appreciative. Unfortunately, no sooner than he has pushed his way in and put down his fish does Melodykit cut him off with a shriek of indignation.

The tomcat stands there with parted jaws, words stolen by the scream the kit had let out. Frostmoth watches with round eyes, flabbergasted by the outburst from Melodykit. Why was she crying like that? Over fish? Had he heard that correctly? Frostmoth glances around the nursery, but when he realizes that he doesn't see Melodykit's mother nearby, his gaze turns to Littlebrook. "Why is she doing that?" He asks with a bit of desperation for Melodykit to stop crying. He by no means assumes that either the gentle molly or her denmate, Pricklekit, has anything to do with it, but they had both been here before he had arrived to bring more fresh-kill to the queens and kits. Now, he was interested in finding the root of the problem and putting an immediate end to it.

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  • ★ FROST — he/him, riverclan deputy, 21 moons
    — penned by carat, feel free to ping or dm for plots!
    — longhair black and white bicolor with blue eyes
    — peaceful powerplay ok! all interactions ok!
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There's so much more
You can reclaim your crown
You're in control
Rid of the monsters inside your head

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Oh goodness... Littlebrook blinked a few times in surprise, staring at the young kit as she bawled her eyes out, proclaiming that she did not want to eat fish. The little body flopped to the ground, sobs filling the air, loud enough to draw the attention of Frostmoth, the deputy. Her turquoise eyes fixed on him with an almost pleading, oh stars, help me expression before she puffed out a soft breath. Frostmoth, it seemed, shared a similar desperation. " She... I just told her that eventually she'll have to move from her mother's milk to eating fish... " Littlebrook said, eyes wide for a brief moment. " And she decided a little tantrum would be the best way to prove she absolutely does not want to. " She exhaled, turning her attention back to Melodykit.

" Melodykit, dear, all the kits here will eventually follow the same path. " she meowed gently. " There's nothing wrong with it. And if fish isn't your favorite, there are always other prey, like mice, or... Or something else you might like. " Her gaze flicked briefly to the deputy, then returned to the little kit. Goodness gracious, she hoped none of the other kits would decide to mimic this behavior.

A quick glance followed toward Pricklekit, ensuring the other kit was still handling things calmly, before she returned her attention to Melodykit, tail flicking with perhaps the slightest hint of irritation. Lilacbird had never acted in such a manner.

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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 For a moment, the chocolate-patched kit thinks everything will be okay: they'll eat the minnow, Melodykit will be happy and so will Pricklekit, and then they can go back to napping or playing. Littlebrook tries to convince the kit to eat it, and gives Pricklekit permission to eat some of the fish, but to leave the rest for Melodykit. The bicolored kit sighs, only to flinch and nearly leap away when Melodykit starts to sob. Loudly.

Of course, Pricklekit knows that Littlebrook is right. Eventually the younger kit will have to eat food that isn't milk, because all kits have to do that. But her hesitation is normal, they think. That's happened before—someone had to also convince Pricklekit to eat normal food. But Littlebrook is doing it wrong. She has good intentions, clearly, but it's just not working.

"Whuh—hey, don' cry. 's okay…" they say in their typical lax tone, though there's a clear note of concern in it now. Their pale green eyes dart to the deputy—big, strong Frostmoth who Pricklekit always thought was fearless, looks a bit panicked at the sudden outburst from Melodykit—and then to Littlebrook, who seems to be trying to help but is kind of just making things worse. The tabby-striped molly even looks to Pricklekit, like they were somehow the one who made Melodykit start crying. Behind fluffy fur their eyes narrow, mouth turning into a pointed little frown. Hearing Melodykit cry makes them sad, too, and they'd do anything to get her to stop. So they shift closer, settling onto their stomach to match the other kit, and aim to bump their shoulder lightly against hers. "How 'bout I eat it an' then we can go play a game? Y'don't hafta eat now," they offer with a tip of their head, their white-capped paw already inching toward the minnow. It's a little covered in dirt now, but that's okay. Pricklekit isn't picky, especially about food.

nothing's set in stone ✼✼ the world will change
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  • PRICKLEKIT ˚𓆛˚｡ they/them, kit of riverclan
    ✼ stocky, fluffy chocolate and white kit with thick fur hiding their eyes. clingy and oblivious, a sleepy kit who prefers naptime over games.
    ✼ enhanced sense of smell ; gets nauseous easily
    ✼ sibling to branchkit, hollykit, saffronkit, skykit ; adopted by pikestar
    ✼ peaceful or healing powerplay is allowed ; they appreciate physical contact
    ✼ played by foxlore
 

Lilacbirds attention drifted from the clouds as a loud caterwaul spread through camp, fur standing on end in alarm as cerulean lenses flickered to the nursery, a hard swallow escaping her as she pressed forward. What could make a kit cry unless... She could only hope no one got hurt. As she neared the nursery, she heard her mother explaining the situation. Her head poked carefully into the nursery, before following her small body through and realizing just how dire the situation was at paw.

Gentle gaze looks at Littlebrook, before watching the kit again, a sad tug of her muzzle downwards before she lowered herself to the kits level. She offered a gentle smile as she tried to meet the kittens eyes. "I-its okay t-to be scared, little one," lilacbird murmured softly in understanding. "B-but I know overcoming it is such a big step. I was scared t-to eat fish too, b-but then I realized it was so yummy. And th-then me and my b-b-brother were always t-taking fish from each other," she said with a shaky laugh as she glanced at Littlebrook searching for recognition of the memory. Melodykit was likely too young to realize how much of a scaredy cat Lilacbird was, but Lilac just wanted to help. "M-maybe you can just take a little lick at it! Then you can really t-tell if you'd like it or not." Though, one lick probably wouldn't really help, but it would be a small step right?
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