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Curlykit embodied the 'I just rolled out of bed look' his fur has a small curl pattern and always looked messy. He was a naturally lazy cat with very little motivation in life. Except when it came to his stomach. Food was his driving force that pulled him from the comforts of his nest. That morning when he finally emerged from the nursery. He let out a large yawn as he talked towards the fresh kill pile. His mouth watered at the delicious scent of food. Stepping around apprentices and warriors he shoved himself towards the front of the small crowd. He couldn't decide what he wanted for breakfast. His stomach had growled most of the night so he was pretty sure he was starving to death. So he was determined to snag a large meal for himself and only himself. His gaze fell on a raven that some warrior had brought in from the night before. The bird smelled delicious and the growl of his stomach solidified the decision. The bird was almost as big as him, but Curlykit was determined to make it his prized meal for the day, but there was one problem. The bird was stuck near the bottom of the pile. He was troubled by this fact, because he knew the moment he asked for help because he would be forced to share it, or take something much small from the pile. So he clamped his jaws on the closest wing and yanked with all his might. His claws digging against the hardened ground below him.
He wasn't the only young soul from the nursery who was looking for breakfast, but Sparrowkit had her eye set on a much smaller mouse for herself, and maybe her siblings if they showed up to share before she was done eating. Eyes fixed on the skinny tail dangling down over the dark feathers that Curlykit had his eye on, she reached out to grab it and was almost immediately smacked in the face by the dead raven's wing as her denmate tried to yank it out from under the pile.
"Hey!" she snapped, whirling around to glare at him. "What do you think you're doing?"
The bird that Curlykit was struggling to pull hadn't budged. In the process of his frustrating attempts he had almost smacked his denmate Sparrowkit in the face with one of the wings. Her question broke his concentration and he dropped the wing. Allowing it to fall to the ground. Turning to look at his denmate it was clear he had a mouthful of ink black feathers.
"I tying t gt tis o" The reply came out muffled as he tried to spit the feathers out on the ground. Gagging in the processing as he almost accidentally inhaled one of the smaller ones. "I was trying to get this bird out." He repeated his answer.
Sparrowkit stepped out the way as the wing slapped down in puff of dust, still glaring hotly at Curlykit. "And why were you trying to get that thing out? There's a bunch of prey on top of it and it's literally the size of you anyway!"
"This one seemed like the best piece of food. It has the best scent I can tell!" He stated placing a paw protectively on the wing of the raven. "Why were you trying to get the mouse?" He asked.
"Because the mouse wasn't buried under a bunch of other fresh-kill that's going to fall everywhere, mouse-brain," huffed Sparrowkit. "You could at least wait until there's not a million other pieces of prey on top of it."
"But then someone might of stolen the raven" Curlykit complained his voice rising to a higher pitch. "Or else a warrior might of given me a toad, frog, bat or something else that was slimly and weird." He stated making a disgusted face as he thought about the possibility of having to eat one of the foods he just listed.
