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[Tick-Tock Tick-Tock]

"Ratfish."

The boy grumbled as he led ahead, chocolate paws wincing on hurt pads that had gotten torn up jumping over a gate. Of course he didn't realize that his smaller sibling had found another opening until too late. "Food? Hunger." He growled almost pitifully in a whine as he lifted a paw to point at the silver can, a wafter scent making his belly grumble to life.

Tick Tock and Ratfish were new to this world. The milk scent of their mother still trailed them, but her body was cold and long gone. Something they did not understand. The chocolate boy would pull himself to stand on the side of the trash can, a broken mew escaping him as his whiskers twitched. He'd drop down, moving in a circle, before leaning down. His butt raised in the air, before pushing off his legs and frantically reaching for the side of the metal can. Claws barely managed to catch hold, back legs scrambling as he finally got up there.

Pieces of plastic was dropped to the side out of it, empty containers of paper boxes, wrappings with sweet meat scent, empty except for the juices that clung to it. "Eat?" He asked for Rats opinion as he dropped the plastic (empty hot dog wrapper). His sibling always ate before him, it was something he learned, and he'd do what he needed to in what little survival instinct he had to get them to. Even if it was covering himself in rubbish and dirt. His ears twitched, before turning back into the can.

He kicked out a golden trinket( broken pocket watch), mentally groaning at the realization that... Well, his sibling was a little obsessed with treasure.
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[Ratfish]

RATFISH

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Too much silence. Ratfish didn't like silence, it hurt their head and made their skin crawl, the emptiness echoing around their brain.

Ratfish

Tick Tock spoke, breaking the silence. Ratfish smiled through their underbite, batting at a hole in the fence. They wriggled through, ruffling their fur, but Ratfish didn't understand fur was meant to be kept neat anyway. No one had ever taught them.

A loud bang of the trashcan lid was like music to Ratfish's ears, and the rustling of the plastic a welcome noise. "Eat." they repeated, their stomach growling in hunger, endless hunger. "Now?"

Words were not something that came naturally to Ratfish, just like many other things, but words like food and hunger were ones of the few they knew. The wrapper didn't offer much nutrition, yet Ratfish licked it as if it was fresh meat, prepared and served. Only when there was almost nothing left did they remember their brother, waiting to eat as well. "You?" they asked, pushing the nearly clean wrapper towards him. "Sorry..."

It was all they knew, eat and scavenge, nothing else on their mind. Only ever the hunger, never stopping, always gnawing in their stomach.

 

[Tick-Tock Tick-Tock]

Thankfully his siblings was distracted, their form licking away at the plastic after he gave a nod of approval. He continued kicking objects out, empty packages, little slimes of food that didn't taste as appealing... Until, well- Tick Tock believes he found the real treasure.

A wad of meat hanging off a solid object, it's meat dangling off the bone. A chicken leg, something he couldn't identify, but the source of the smell. "Rat! Rat!" Tick Tock chanted, mouth full of the food as he leaped over the side of the can. He'd place the bone down, tilting his head as the package had been licked clean. He shook his head before The chocolate boy only let a grin wrap along his features. "Food. Good." He responded, before diving in on one side, pulling meat with tiny teeth and chewing awkwardly. But the juices that formed in his mouth were enough to make him drool as he continued chewing at the half composed chicken leg.
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[Ratfish]

RATFISH

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Ratfish grunted in approval at the food Tick-Tock managed to fish out. It smelled nutricious, juicy, and Ratfish couldn't wait until they could get a try of the meat as well. In the meantime they managed to knock over the bin filled with junk and climbed inside, searching through the treasures.

A smelly napkin, some sharp glass and lots of plastic later, Ratfish found the real treasure - a little piece of tape that got stuck in their pelt, reflecting the streetlamp's light. Ratfish was mesmerized by the sensation it provided on their fur as well as the glimmer it reflected. It was simply...beautiful. The opposite of silence, of nothingness, a feeling constantly there, tugging at their coat. What a wonderful thing.

They almost forgot about the food, when their stomach grumbled once again and they stuck their head out of the trashcan to see if it was their food to eat once more, tilting their head at their brother.

"Food?"

 

[barbie]

Barbie isn't quite the molly for this. She's young herself - though clearly not as young as this duo, still too small and ignorant to make a proper change in their lives. Still, the tortoiseshell lingers.

She's learned through her rare encounters with Clan cats (more specifically, that Cinder-boy,) that she needs to work more on how heavy her paws are. In this moment, while each of them are distracted, she pulls herself around, slinking through rubbish and trash to observe them. Barbie thinks its pathetic how one licks a wrapper and the other gnaws a bone, but even she sees that this is, in its own way, heart wrenching. Nonna would have her skull if she didn't try to help the young duo. And... perhaps in some way, she wants to help them.

"Hey...!" She barks at them from her hiding spot before slipping out, barbed tail lashing behind her. She wonders if she looks intimidating... or incredibly silly. Her jaw tenses. "Are you two hungry? I could... show you how to catch something worth eating?" Rather than scavenging for every meal or going to bed hungry. Barbie guesses the next step would be to show them safe spaces to rest, if they decided to stay in the junkyard. Maybe Rachet would be alright with keeping the two of them warm.

 

[Gaia]

She smells like lemongrass and sleep,
She tastes like apple juice and peach.

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Gaia stepped with purpose, her half-lidded eyes settling on the trio, expression unreadable as she took them in. Barbie was a familiar face, one she knew could be dependable, but the children were strangers. That, however, was nothing new. Too often, kits were abandoned or lost to the rot of the city. Once, she'd seen a bag tossed aside with three still mewling inside. She hadn't been able to save them then. But she had learned to keep watch now. " Children. " she murmured at last, padding closer with that measured grace of hers. Her gaze flicked over the kits before finding Barbie again, head inclining in a faint nod.

" I think food is of the essence here. Something other than.. Two leg junk. " Her eyes lingered on the sticky wrapper one of the kits licked clean, her ear twitching at the sound. Then, after a moment's pause, she lowered her head slightly, voice softer but firm. " Perhaps some hunting lessons, too, yes. " Her gaze lingered on Barbie's face, unreadable, though there was the faintest glint of warmth in her eyes.

" It would be good training... For all of you. "

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[Tick-Tock Tick-Tock]

"Food- here!" Tick tock repeated as Ratfish pulled free from the trash can to peek over. He could hear the grumbles of hunger- and felt it in his own stomach. But the meat actually helped savor it- quiet it down unlike other things they found.

A voice broke their shuffling- a shard loud noise. Immediately Ticktock flew in front of his sibling, body poised in an arch as he hissed protectively. He didn't understand what they were saying- and his rapid fire hissing began to foam spit at the corners of his mouth- another hiss of threatening as he poofed out his fur to try to look bigger in front of Ratfish. "Danger! Bad!" He yelled again, his small form stomping his chocolate paw onto the ground before attempting to launch a piece of plastic rubbish towards the now two strangers. Hopefully.. that would scare them.

(They are 2 months atp for ic knowledge! Very socially behind and smol... He just feels threatened right now)
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[Ratfish]

RATFISH

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Ratfish jumped in surprise at the voice of strangers addressing them. They weren't sure what the strangers were saying, but the noise felt good in their ears, blocking out the silence. With a flick of an ear, they stood up, ready to approach the strangers, when Tick-Tock stood in front of them, stopping them from nearing them.

"Danger?" Ratfish repeated, confused. Finally rat looked up at the strangers and noticed their size, their ragged look. Okay, yeah, maybe danger was the correct reaction. Ratfish sat back down, tilting rats head and waiting for what Tick-Tock would do next. As their brother attempted to throw a piece of plastic at cats, missing by a long shot, Ratfish only looked, waiting.

They would growl, but what would be the point? Tick-Tock was bigger and stronger, he would protect rat. And so they only sat, so to not get in the way with their clumsy paws and long ragged pelt.