IT'S HARD SOMETIMES ;; feast with sunclan ;; BEING HUMAN KIND

Smells were hitting his sensitive nose from left and right and causing the child to start to salivate at all the delicacies that he detected. He may not have vital memories of who he was but he did know what the succulent aroma of a roasting pig was and the sharp scent of seasonings. "This looks fantastic." He breathed, blue eyes taking in all of the sights as the german shepherd mix stepped foot into the hall. There was so much to take in that the unstable kid was beginning to feel overwhelmed but he sucked down those feelings and instead focused on the person who had set all of this up. "Did you do all this yourself? Because wow." Robbie whistled as he carefully stepped a little closer to Hestia, large eyes still darting from food to food. Tantalizing. In fact he couldn't even remember what his last meal had been and this caused his stomach to gurgle loud enough for his ears to flatten back.

TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Holy shit, the smells emanating from the temporarily set up hall made her mouth water. She stared at the whisps of flavoured smoke that drifted into the cool night air, golden eyes wide. The feast is inside. She thought, picking up her pace until she pushed through the doors, eyes resting on the feast that lay spread on the purple top table. She wasn't used to eating extravagantly. Not with spices, not roasted meats. Normally when she ate, it was eaten how she caught it. But this? This was cooked, seasoned, set out on a platter. Thinking back to the famine.. if her people had seen this back then in those skeleton days how they would've wept. How she would've wept. Littlestar stood besides Robbie, her gaze moving to him, a crooked smirk appearing on his lips at his wide eyes. Yeah, everyone's having that reaction. "It's fucking amazing, isn't it? Good job Hestia." She said, tail flickering. The tabby didn't know if she should start eating yet but hot damn, she really wanted to.

Instead, the Monarch walked up to the table and grabbed herself a plate, picking different meats to put atop. She avoided the vegetables and went straight to the drinks, grabbing a small cup of wine. God knows what happened last time she'd been drunk and she didn't plan on it a second time. For once, something other then worry and emptiness was in her mind. Of course, her mind continually drifted to the state of Technokit and her mind also visited the recent Lessa incident but she was okay. Things were fine. Technokit was alive and that was what mattered.

Holy. Stars.

Gearpaw needed to get at that food this instant! She'd spent a lot of time hunting for woodland creatures but this here and now made everything she thought about delicious to the test. "MOVE!!" She shrieks in excitement, bumbling past fellow Hawkclanners to leap up onto a table and dig straight into a chicken leg. "Ohmystarsthisis so GOOD."

Manners not even considered she contines to dig in.

"Fucking amazing," the silver child parroted the phrase that his mother used to describe the food that had been presented as he scuttled into the hall, his pale eyes searching about for anything that interested him. Of course, the food was interesting but what about the promise of Sunclanners? Foreigners, they were all interesting in their own way after all but it didn't seem like there were any in sight. "Where're the Sunclanners?" Miles then queried to no one in particular before deciding to stop next to the familiar form of Wonder, "what're you eating? Just plants?" He pulled somewhat of a face when he realized there was no meat in the hypogriff's bowl.

There was once a time when Darkskies actually lived and breathed lively activities like these. Parties, banquets, festivals, etc. She had participated in all of them, even hosting her own through out the years. It had been a while since she'd last attended anything, honestly, as her months prior to this mainly consisted of traveling from one place to another, never settling down in a place long enough to want to participate. But Hawkclan.. This place was different. The animals here didn't move her in a way that made her felt the need to flee. Every clan member had their own entirely different personality from the others, leaving them with a little bit of just about everything, so to speak. And that was okay with her. She wanted to be treated like her own being again. An animal with a soul, and not some number on a tag. Someone who was free to pursue her interests and express her own forms of creativity, like Hestia. That was probably unfair, considering some of the shit Dark has done, but oh well.

The dark feline stepped her way into the beautiful setting, lips parted to drink in the mouth-watering scents that were present. Hestia had her own originality and it showed in the ways that she prepared this feast; in the food, the decor, the overall atmosphere. She had managed to pull this off with flying colours, and Darkskies was quite honestly impressed. And she was looking forward to sinking her fangs into some of this food. She padded toward the table with the food, licking her lips hungrily. Though she didn't need food to sustain herself, it was still quite tasty and enjoyable on the tongue!

sure, he was the only one who had arrived so far but he was sure were more to arrive. but never mind the others, the ebony canine's nose was hit with amazing aromas as soon as he arrived, alerting him to the delicacies inside the dinner hall. that was what led eli to find himself among many other hawkclanners as he shuffled over to the meat section straight away. it was as if his eyes grew wide with the sheer amount of delicious food and he sucked in a excited breath,"this feast is fire.." of course, he meant it was great, not literally on fire, but that was just how the lab spoke. hopefully more sunclanners would show up so he didn't seem like the one lone representative of his clan.

the child approached cautiously with a strange, hobbling gait, not quite sure what to expect from this event. the child wasn't really sure what a 'feast' was but upon arrival the child's face lit up. there was a table draped in purple cloth and piled high with food and drink that gave off a lovely aroma. goat, deer, and pig all greeted the femme's nose and caused the little catsune's mouth to water. the perfume of fresh fruits added subtle hints of scent that complimented the meats as well. fresh baked goods, raw nuts, and tangy cheeses also sat upon the cloth, beautifully positioned on the table between the main meal items. after taking in all the sights and smells, the child would pad over to the table to the best of her ability and start grabbing things with an eager paw, piling food onto a wooden plate.

after raiding the table the child would pad over to her mother's side and begin looking over the items that she had grabbed. her plate was crammed with deliciously seasoned hunks of pork and goat, a couple pieces of soft cheese, a pawful of olives and hazelnuts, a piece of flatbread, and two cookies. to drink the child had grabbed a cup of wine, assuming the liquid was grape juice, one of her favorite things to drink. once she had looked over her plate the child would begin to dig in, starting on the pork and taking small sips of wine between every other bite, scrunching her face up with every gulp. "this grape juice tastes weird... but everything else is great!" the catsune would yip obliviously before crunching into a cookie, a smile on her face as she savored the sugary treat. this feast was great!

The canine padded onto the scene, brown eyes taking in the sights. Only one SunClanner here so far, but several HawkClanners were spread throughout the room. He couldn't hear, but knew there had to be joyful laughter and chatted going on around the room. He could feel the liveliness, and the feeling brought a smile to his face. It was nice to have allies over. Poe started to pad a little further in when his eyes alighted on Littlestar and the joy drained out as fast as it had come.

Try as he might, he couldn't hate Littlestar for what she had done; he couldn't forgive her either. The sight of the scarred feline simply brought memories of Lessa, who was gone now from him, and that was still hard to get over. Poe shook his head and continued inside, searching for something to eat. He didn't feel like talking, and Yavin wasn't here anyways. Good luck to anyone who tried.

Sick when they ate meat? The silver colored child frowned deeply when the other youngster gave their reason. How did that work? It didn't sound like a good time. However, he still peered curiously at the proffered bowl of greens. He tried to eat grass once, it wasn't that tasty but if wonder really thought this food was good, he'll have a bit. Reaching forward with a paw, the catsune hooked a leaf up with his overgrown black claws and brought it to his face. Miles would sniff it for a moment — it certainly smelled different — before shoving it into his mouth. He chewed and he was surprised to taste the strange flavors on the leaf. Wonder was right, it didn't taste like plant. "What's in this?" He then queried, his glowing eyes squinting with suspicion, "what is this flavor?"

The presence of Brokenjaw was a large one, but also a very relieving one. The dinosaur was always kind and always gentle, and Poe was grateful for him being there. The canine leaned ever so slightly onto Broken's side, letting out a sigh. He was tired. Too much had happened recently and while he'd tried to combat it and stay optimistic, it was still wearing him out. At least for now he could have some peace, surrounded by friends and allies. They were having fun, he shouldn't be thinking anything about Lessa or BloodClan. HawkClan was celebrating... Poe shut his eyes and relaxed, eventually nodding off against Broken's side, not even realizing he had done it. Oh well.

Thea had arrived a day ago near where the feast was being held. She had been too young to take a part in the battle, but was curious about HawkClan. Maybe even fly along with some of the hawks there, see if she could outdo them. Plus, she was curious if anybody had 'outbursts' like she did, but so far, everybody seemed friendly and even festive. The dragon kept her four wings folded in, her slender body weaving in and out of the croud of NPCs.

She noticed a young kit, a kitsune of some sort, shove some spices in his mouth, and asking exactly what it was. Thea wasn't one for leaves of any sort, really, but still. "I agree. And I think the word is 'spices'." The young dragon told the kit.

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