Open Camp Who gonna save ya || Food Aggression (Return from Rabbit Patrol)

[viperhowl]

{$title} After returning from the hunting patrol led by Sablestar, some cats managed to catch prey- but Viperhowl seems highly against sharing.

Viperhowls stomach roared loudly by the time they got to camp. He didn't know how many days it had been since he caught something and ate- but waiting this long was extraordinarily hard. It reminded him of when he was young again, and food was scarce between cats that were what- triple than what they had now? Didn't Sablestar promise never having to starve again? He wondered before shrugging as he pulled into camp.

He gripped the rabbit with his jaw protectively as he entered camp, and he did not think about the hungry children. Or the hungry elders. Everyone was starving- and he spent energy to take down this rabbit. Honestly the last of it, so others could call him selfish, but he needed more energy if they wanted him to keep working. Because what was in it for him if he hunted and was still starving?

Absolutely nothing.

Viperhowl finally plopped down, tearing teeth immediately into the rabbits haunch, ripping meat from bone messily as he let out a sigh of relief as the flesh was swallowed down. It made the tom more ravenous, beginning to bite down more when a movement caught his side of his golden orange gaze and a snarl ripped from his filled mouth. Before fully seeing who it was, his paw shot forward with claws unsheathed as he swung a warning swipe at whoever tried to near his food. No one ever said he had to share.
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[Magpiepaw]

& I don't know what's got its TEETH in me

You didn't see rabbits often, they were more common on the open fields of WindClan than the marshes but sometimes one might burrow in the loamy soil for a while but rarely linger long; their earth was just not made for rabbit tunnels - they collapsed often, they crumbled in the first heavy downpour. He had heard from Peafowlpaw that WindClanner's sometimes even slept in those holes and couldn't imagine laying in what amounted to a grave of bodies not yet gone. Some slept under the stars too, apparently, and that was a little more interesting to him. The trees here did not cover the sky like they often did in the thicker forests like ThunderClan but there were few spots where you could witness the celestial sighs above unblemished.

Magpiepaw wobbled forward at the sight of the lapine, curious to get a closer look at Viperhowl dropped it; he wasn't necessarily hungry, not right now anyways, but he wanted to look at the paws that he had heard were covered in thick clumps of fur rather than the rough but cushioned pad of a cats. How did they feel the ground? How did they walk? Was it comfortable having nothing between you and the dirt? Several questions flashed through the medicine cat apprentice's mind, but it was claws that flashed across his face. His wobbling and unsteady gait for once benefited him rather than betray him for when he felt the wind rustle by his nose he jerked back and fell off-balance, tumbling onto his tail with only the faintest scratch across the bridge of his muzzle.
It didn't lessen the sting, but it did surprise him enough to give a yowl of alarm.

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MAGPIEPAW

— medicine cat apprentice of shadowclan
— He/They
"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
— Solid black w/low white & blue-violet eyes.
— Has 'wobbly cat' syndrome.
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[Mothbite Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMothbite is glad to see the patrol return, rabbits in tow. A nice catch! It should fill plenty of bellies - and let them save the marshland's prey for the bitter cold of Leafbare. Casual, he moves to greet the hunters. "Looks good! I bet you did better than those Windclan cats can manage, even." He chirps. With cats like these on their side, there's no way they'll have to worry about food again. That's what Mothbite tells himself, at least.

indentttRecently, Mothbite has barely been able to go a single sunrise without the question of food nagging at him. The memories of starving gnaw at his stomach like a rat, putting him on edge. The rest of Shadowclan must be feeling the same way, he muses. Almost all of them had lived through a famine just 10 moons earlier, and it's not the sort of experience that's readily forgotten.

indentttHis aggrandizing of the patrol is stopped in it's track by a flash of claws. "Hey, what they hell's your problem?" He hadn't been paying close attention, and only caught the action out of the corner of his eyes. He's sure of what he saw, though. Viperhowl had slapped Magpiepaw, claws unsheathed! "One good catch doesn't give you the right to act like the fuckin' boss around here, alright?" Mothbite is already huffing and puffing as he approaches. Who does this kid think he is?

indentttThough he keeps his claws sheathed, his pelt ripples with agitation. He didn't see what Magpiepaw had done to prompt the blow, but there's no way it could justify slapping someone's face. In the middle of camp, no less! Still, he waits for Viperhowl to explain himself, if only so he can give him an even longer lecture.

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