[center][fancypost=bgcolor=none; bordercolor=transparent; text-align:justify; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; font-size:8; line-height:110%;]— chubkit, like most kits, had been particularly ecstatic when shifting from mossflight's milk to the solid food that came in the form of tantalizing prey. there was something about the tender meat of a vole or birds that were soft as clouds to bite through. unlike most to-be apprentices, chub was more excited at the prospect of hunting than he was serving his clan. already the silver tabby knew that the world was infinitely larger than he. that entailed there being many, many more foods for him to try. how many animals, the kitten wondered, were even out there?
he waddled over to the freshkill pile, glacial blue eyes bright and alight as always. the boy was rounder than his siblings, emphasized by the kitten fat that packed around his midsection and cheeks. it wasn't an overbearing amount by any means; he wouldn't find himself struggling with his weight so early on in life.
lips of rose wrapped gingerly around the plump form of a mouse as the kit's jaws grabbed hold. the rodent wasn't very large, actually being unremarkable in size. to a babe of four months, however, it was a lucky find in the mound of prey. with head held high and prize shown, chubkit made his way back towards the nursery where he oft ate his meals. the tom made short work of the mouse, though found himself feeling a tad empty. abandoning the scrapped leftovers, chub slunk back to the pile of fresh kill.
a hesitant paw reached out, white toes wrapping round a pitifully sized bird (that was again seen as a hit find) and pulled it to himself. he felt a little bad for taking two pieces when he wasn't doing anything to add to the food they had. plopping down on his stomach, chub wrestled to tear the feathers from the avid. they stuck to his mouth and tickled his nose but the kit fought through it.
spitting out a mouthful of downy plumy, chub pulled a face to portray his distaste. why didn't birds come naked? they'd be so much easier to enjoy that way. they used feathers to fly, right? without them, they'd be easier to catch, too. maybe starclan would consider ridding the animals of their coverings . . .
"i wonder what it's like to fly."