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"Arwan, if you drag another dead thing in here that you're not going to eat I am going to take your tail off." Morgana hissed through gritted teeth as fiery eyes watched the tom kit. His round baby blues peered up at her, the picture of innocence, if it wasn't for the splotch of blood on his cream fur and ruffled brown fur around his paws that spoke of a scuffle. When Morgana's fierce glare didn't relent he finally wilted under it and ducked his head. "I just wanted to see what it looked like inside" He mumbled into his chest and Morgana let out a short laugh. "I don't care what you wanted to do, take it out of here now!" She snapped and the kit, while grumbling, picked up the dead bird and dragged it out.
Falling back onto her haunches Morgana let out a sign and peered at the ceiling. She wondered if having the litter to poke at Altaire had really been worth it. But then she remembered the fierce fire in his eyes when he met Hansel and a wicked grin curved her features. Yes, yes it had been worth it.
Alma-chan had been only a few paces behind her brother, just as curious about the bird as Arwan-chan, but the angry hiss that rose from her mother stopped the little bengal in her tracks. Carefully, delicate white paws stepped back, the youngling unconcerned by her brother taking the heat of an anger she was uninterested in facing. Hopefully Morgana hadn't noticed her as well. She continued backing up, regardless of it any words were thrown after her, until she was outside of the den and waiting for her brother to emerge.
She waited until he passed close enough to reach before she brushed a light paw against his shoulder. "Hey," she meowed in a voice low enough to at least be an attempt to not be heard by Morgana. "At least she didn't say we can't keep messing with it. It's too cramped in there," at 'in there' she angled her ears and glanced icy eyes towards their mother's den, "for anything interesting anyways. Out here, there's room for everyone to see." And of course, by everyone she didn't mean everyone. That would be too many cats. Honestly, she mostly just cared about their littermates getting a chance to see.
Altayr-chan had been dozing in a splash of sunshine that angled in near the entrance to the den, but the small Siamese tom lifted his head when the commotion between his mother and brother began. He didn't quite share Arwan and Alma's fascination with dead things, but he wasn't opposed to simply looking over a new discovery. With a light exhale, the youngling clambered to his feet and looked between Morgana and Arwan, debating who to go to.
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POSTEDApr 8, 2019 15:13:21 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Arwan-chan blinked at Alma before he nodded, acquiescing to her wisdom. Still dragging the rather large dead bird he dropped it next to the shamans den, far enough away their mother wouldn't be able to hear them talking, and hidden from direct sight by the shadows of the camp. The bird was rather large, had obviously been a raptor when it was still flying the skies. Arwan-chan believed it could possibly be a sea eagle or a hawk of some kind; but he could not claim to know anything about birds truly. It's why he was so excited to pull it open and look inside. "Well? Altayr-chan? Do you want to join us then?" He asked, cutting a sideways look towards their hovering sibling.
"Yeah, I'm coming." Altayr-chan replied, a tad snippy, before meandering over to his siblings. "Where did you find this thing, anyway? It's huge." The youngling raised one of his small brown paws, prodding the stiff bird with an incredulous glance. Maybe he didn't get out enough, but he had never seen a bird of this size in the prey pile.
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POSTEDApr 20, 2019 20:54:07 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"One of the hunters say they found it on the beach!" Arwan-chan hadn't asked if it had already been dead or if the hunter had killed it. Had simply demanded that the hunter give it to him to play with and claiming he would call over his mother and father if the hunter didn't hand it over. He felt he had done something glorious; though it was much more likely the hunter simply hadn't found arguing with a youngling worth the trouble.
"Sick." Altayr-chan's whiskers quivered, eyes gaining a bit more excitement than they'd held before. This was certainly better than lying down and dozing. "Cut it open now." He half-asked, half-insisted, deciding firmly that he wanted to see what was inside this large, strange bird.
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POSTEDApr 22, 2019 15:27:17 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
"Calm your horses, I found it." Arwan-chan mumbled but despite his words he grasped the bird and spread it out so he could expose it's whole belly and not be hindered by it's crumbled large wingspan. "I'm gonna pluck some feathers first." He decided as he surveyed the belly and then using his claws and teeth starting undressing the bird. Knowing that he needed clear space to work with; or at-least assuming it would be easier that way.
Altayr-chan let out an irritated huff, wrinkling his nose in impatience as he waited for his brother to open the bird up. He wasn't going to help, obviously, but he did wish they would get a move on and stop being so slow.
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POSTEDApr 29, 2019 20:19:36 GMT -5 TO primal instinct
Finished with his plucking Arwan-chan dug sharp claws into the skin at the top of the birds chest before pulling down, but struggling as his claws were still small; the claws of a kitten compared to those of a large cat. "We.. we might need someone older." He huffed after struggling with the bird for a bit. Peering her contemplated using his teeth but the thought had him scrunching his own nose up; not appealing in the least.
"We can work together." Altayr-chan definitely hated the idea of waiting longer while they found someone older. He moved over, placing his own paws on the bird and stretching the skin taut between them. "There, that makes it easier to cut, right? You can probably do it now." The anticipation of finally seeing some good bird guts had him uncharacteristically helpful.
