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It had been a few hours and the twolegs still had not come back, so Raccoonkit figured the food they left sitting on the picnic table was free game, right? The brown tabby tom had recently had a growth spurt so he had no problem jumping from ground to seat from seat to tabletop.
"Hmmmm.... what should I try first?" He said to no one in particular just as the sunlight shifted onto the glistening half-full bowl of red sauce that he innately recognized as salsa somehow. His pupils dilated and ears flicked back as he tentatively put his paw in the bowl, withdrew it, then brought it to his nose to give a good sniff, "I wonder if this is edible... I guess there's only one way to find out."
"Now wait just one minute!" Lostkit huffed in frustration, stomping over to where Raccoonkit was sitting happily on the table and glaring up at him. "If you're gonna be eating anything, you're gonna share. That's the rules."
"Okay fine, here, have some!" Raccoonkit giggled as he shoved his salsa-covered paw right into Lostkit's mouth. He was kind of happy to have a test subject before he tried it himself, at least that meant it wasn't poisoned!
“Ahng!” Lostkit’s muffled protest died as soon as Raccoonkit’s paw was shoved into his mouth and he reared back, rubbing the back of his paw against his mouth and sticking out his tongue. “That’s disgusting! I didn’t mean feed me! I don’t think even you know where your paws have been.”
He shook his head, shuddering. “It was pretty good though. The red stuff.” He tilted his head in intrigue, leaning down to sniff at it.
"You're not making a lot of sense, first you say it's disgusting, then you say it's pretty good," Raccoonkit mewed quizzically, cocking his head at Lostkit. The fact that the other kit had been commenting on his paws not the food was lost on him, he either didn't understand it or didn't hear it. Regardless, Lostkit's contradicting review didn't dissuade the brown tabby-top from sticking his paw in and taste it for himself.
"It's kind of sweet," He commented, putting his paw in for another taste, "Doesn't taste like anything I've ever eaten before though. I feel like it's missing something, like it's not supposed to be eaten by itself."
Lostkit gave a roll of his eyes and shook his head. Of course, the other tom would be so willingly obtuse. “Whatever you think it may need, forget about it. We’re not even supposed to be over here, anyway.” He hissed. It appeared that after having his own curiosity sated, he was happy to play the nag. He looked around them, ears starting to flatten against his head in nerves. “We’ve already wasted too much time deciding to act like mousebrains instead of running away. You know how the big folk are.”
"I don't remember asking you to tag along," Raccoonkit replied rather heartlessly as he began to nose his way through the other twoleg relics. There were big round saucers and paper and weird white sticks scattered around the table. Either these twolegs were really messy or they were planning to come back and clean it up later, but neither of those realities even crossed Raccoonkit's mind. No, his bright green eyes were totally focused on a weird, shiny bag.
"I smell something in there," He said loudly although his tone suggested he was trying to whisper. The young tom kit slowly lifted a paw and poked the bag, which caused it to growl at him and made Raccoonkit jump and let out a startled yowl, "I think it's alive!!"
Lostkit raised a brow and approached the bag slowly, despite the fear prickling at the back of his neck. He tilted his head and nudged the bag himself, eyes widening slightly when it growled once again and shifted as though the contents within might explode. "Maybe we should get out of here," he spoke, nervousness creeping into the edges of his voice. He glanced around them, "we're gathering attention."
