help yourself [private//tinykit]

[Rookpaw]

@avalanche

Rookpaw trotted into camp--or, well what IceClan was now calling camp. He was carrying a rabbit in his jaws, something he was both proud surprised he had caught. The tom's paws were still sore and raw from the avalanche, and he had multiple cuts and bruises on his pelt, including a deep wound across the bridge of his muzzle that he highly doubted would ever heal properly. The rabbit he caught had been more of a fluke than a use of skill, but he was still glad he had it.

Setting it down, the black apprentice looked around for someone to share his prey with, knowing that it would be selfish to eat it all on his own, even if he felt like he could down a horse right about now. "Helloooooo everybody!" the tom meowed as loud as he could with his sore throat, "get your freshly murdered rabbit right here! Still warm and juicy! First come, first serve!" he turned to the side and coughed after that, having strained his voice too much.

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(when you are just on a the most convenient time everrr)

Tinykit had been waiting more than impatiently for burials to begin for the two apprentices. Once Robinstar had set up different groups, she was relieved to hear one of them included a proper burial for the cats. Cats seemed to be settling in well, but she couldn't seem to find the medicine cats anywhere.

Her small ears perked with sudden interest as a newer apprentice walked stiffly into camp with a rabbit. Hopping to her paws, the white and black she-cat limped awkwardly over to the tom who was happily advertising his prey before coughing violently due to a sore throat.

"Hi," she mewed simply, having to speak a bit louder than she usually would've because of all the commotion and moving of cats. "mind if I have some of your freshly murdered rabbit?" she asked, faint sarcasm lacing her voice. She forced herself to refrain from being sarcastic. Habit she received from her mother, Dappledleaf, apparently; the sarcasm.

[Rookpaw]

Rookpaw grinned as the kitten. "Be my guest," he meowed, leaning down to rip a layer of fur-covered hide away and reveal steaming hot flesh. Ideal for munching on. He took a small bite himself before gesturing for the kitten to do the same. "Oh, and I'm Rookpaw, what's your name?" he asked, licking his maw to rid it of rabbit juices. "And how are you doing, by the way? That snow-slide was, well, it definitely wasn't fun," he chuckled under his breath, although this was due to the fact that he wanted to avoid remembering the avalanche completely rather than he was actually amused.

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(oh, wow, sorry! i really thought i replied to this...)

She took a several small bites of the rabbit before cleaning her small muzzle to rid it of the remains she'd eaten. "Nice to meet you, Rookpaw," she squeaked, her voice a bit strained from inhaling so much exhaust from the monsters on the Thunderpath. That and her pawpads were relatively sore too.

"I'm Tinykit," she mewed, gesturing to herself to show her obviously small size, even for a kit. "The name is pretty self-explanatory... I'm doing fine, aside from seeing two of our clanmates dead." She winced as Cheetahpaw's limp body flashed again in her mind. She hadn't seen Badgerpaw and for that, she was grateful.