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

[melodykit]

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.

 

[pricklekit]

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

 

[Littlebrook Littlebrook]

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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