Written in the Stars

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wolfpool Sorrel scottie

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Sparrow, shrew, vole, mouse.... What's best for them to eat right now? Pinkflame tilted her head as her eyes scanned the fresh-kill pile, having been uncovered from where it had been stored the night before. The three kits hadn't been weaned for long, so what here was the softest meat for them to eat? Not the sparrow, too many feathers... mouse seems to be where most cats start, right? Hoping her reasoning was right, the she-cat leaned forwards, picking a plump mouse from the pile. She wasn't hungry right now - but she'd let the three kits share the mouse, and whatever was left (if anything at all) would be hers. Otherwise... maybe she'd eat later.

Turning and padding back towards the nursery, Pinkflame peered in, looking down at her nest. The three had just been stirring when she got up, and the mother had told them to wait there. At least it seemed like they listened. Placing the mouse by her paws, Pinkflame pricked her ears, though her sharp gaze kept the litter away from the mouse.

"Okay - make sure you share this evenly - I'm talking to you, Tawnykit." Pinkflame reminded the kits, casting a glance at her daughter, before lifting a paw and nudging the mouse their way. All theirs now.

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