Open Backwritten The Rustclaws Will we ever see the end? || Kits Joining

[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?"