[korok]

 

Originally Posted by vix e.

Treefoot gave a wide yawn, stretching every limb at a time on her way to the fresh-kill pile. She'd spent far too long grooming her fur out, the thick mass already being troublesome even before her winter coat set in, but now all she could think about was grabbing something to eat.

Strolling to the pile, she pictured a plump bird, or perhaps a mouse? Either would be nice, she thought.

Then, upon arriving, she saw that there was only one frog. That.. Made sense, it was only early morning. She felt guilt stirring in her belly at the idea of taking the only prey on the pile, especially when she'd only just awoken. So she simply sat, waiting for another cat to come up to claim the frog. Maybe she could ask them to share?

( @korok )

Right as he approached, so did one of his clanmates. Ah...Treefoot? He thinks, anyways. Looks like she wanted to grab something to eat too. He glanced down at the pile before him...aha! The frog he was looking for. He awkwardly licked his lips (on account of his injured jaw) and picked the dead prey up in his mouth. Rockjaw's amber eyes cast a narrowed glance at Treefoot again, studying her. Would she say something? His expression dared her, but he didn't speak. Instead, he pointedly turned away and padded off to find somewhere peaceful to eat...beautifully alone...

'Stars, dammit.'

The tom turned back around and stalked towards the she-cat again. "Do you want to share?"