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One foot. Left and right. Little legs were shakily moving the small and chunky tomcat near the exit, his knees knocking slightly. “Oof.” He grumbled, the grey-cream speckled tomcat tripped over his toes. “Ow.” Drizzlekit mumbled softly, her chin quivering slightly before he started to wiggle his rump with his tail sticking straight up as he struggled to push himself back upright. Grunting, he somehow managed to find his footing with his legs awkwardly splayed out. Lips parted as he panted, pale green eyes looking down at his white toes before shakily taking another step. His siblings had been taking off with their walking lessons, but he was feeling a little shaky. Ears perked up slightly as he could hear the reeds rattling from the breeze, piquing his interest as the small kit stumbled to the entrance of the den. Leaving behind the comfort and warmth of the leader’s den, his eyes narrowed against the sudden sunlight, nose scrunching up. Plopping down on his behind with a ump, he was curiously gazing around the camp, nose twitched as he scented the sweetest scent he had yet to discover, eyes roaming before they landed on a scallop shell. Licking his lips, he wasn’t yet weened off of his mother but he was getting curious of solid foods. Shakily standing up, he tripped over his paws moving down the slope, tumbling down a short ways as grass and dirt clumped to his pelt. “Owww.” He whined, still glancing towards the fresh-kill pile, where was that darn scallop?
Streampaw
Riverclan Apprentice
"It's kinda hard to start with, but you just gotta...feel around and hook your claw into the little gap!" She mewed as she was prying the scallop apart. Watching the kit's face as she opened the shellfish was more than entertaining, the way his face was crossed by doubt as he realised that the scallop looked kinda gross when it had just been removed from the shell.
"Yeah, they look kinda gross, but the taste makes it worth it!" She told him, her eyes lighting up in unison with his as he chewed the sweet white meat. "See?" She prodded him lightly with a paw, laughing softly.
"Think you can manage another piece? Or do you want something softer?" She asked, there was no harm in going at his pace. If he thought he couldn't manage another piece of the scallop, there were many more different options for fresh-kill he could taste. All kinds of fish, even some land prey!