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The incredibly disinterested male had stretched out his legs and allowed them to dangle over the edge of the tree branch, lying on his side as he gazed down at his clan-mates. His ears swiveled as he heard some birds chirping nearby, his amber eyes scanning the area until he spotted the nest. He gazed playfully in the nest's direction, his pupils dilating. He began to wonder what life would be like if he were the bird, who began to fly away from the bird's nest. He wondered what it would feel like with the wind blowing through one's fur, his eyes able to view the cities and all of the clan's below. His tail quivered at the thought about how wonderful it must be to have the ability to fly and he rolled over onto his back and stared up at the sky, purring as he had found himself in a very comfortable situation on the branch. He felt very content, yet playful as he watched the birds play from far above him. "They're so beautiful.." He said aloud to himself, "I wish we didn't have to kill them for prey." He had spoke a little softer during the last sentence, his ears going flat as he felt a little anxious. He had hoped that no one heard him say that, as it was unlike feline behavior, or so he felt it was.
He growled a little as he rolled over onto his stomach, slowly stretching back into a seated position as he yawned. He began to lean over the edge of the branch, daring himself to jump from high above to the below lands, in which he did. However, the wind did not catch him and drift him into the sky. He huffed as his paws hit the dirt, his ears remaining flat as a resemblance of how annoyed he had felt. He walked toward the casino, which in all reality wasn't too far away from the tree. He had been disappointed in himself for imagining the unrealistic, but he couldn't help himself. All he could do at the moment was promise himself that he'd never target a bird for prey, but only of course if the choices were limited and the bird was the only thing in sight. Who would starve to death over a bird? He had lightened his own mood, a soft smile growing on his face. Only an idiot. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, or how many promises he made, it was unpreventable. Prey is prey and cats are hunters. He sighed as he wearily dragged himself into the casino's entrance, a wave of hunger washing over him.
Lucilion could smell the strong scent that lead to the fresh kill pile, it was a scent of blood and death, but it had been what had overcame his short span of considering to be a vegetarian. He laughed, thinking of how ridiculous it would be if a cat tried to literally eat nothing but berries and plants, assuming they survived the first couple of months without meat. He approached the fresh kill pile with a loud stomach that was growling to be fed, his softened gaze peering down at the corpses of the clan's prey in order to select his meal. Once he had picked out a small mouse, he had kneeled down and picked it up with his teeth. It was one of his favorite snacks, but due to having a little stomach he could never eat it completely and so he'd leave the half-eaten corpse laying around somewhere, that were if the corpse had been laying there for more than an hour. If the corpse was fresh hunt, then he'd drink its blood and leave the body for another to claim. That was just the way he had his meals, but he wasn't picky; everyone else in the clan eats skin and meat, sparing the bones, then so does he. He enjoyed fitting in with the others way too much to eat in a certain way, so he quickly decided that he'd still eat even a bird.
He had found an isolated place to feast upon his meal, somewhere the ceiling is cracked just enough to allow some light to cascade down onto a broken piece of rock, or wood. It was a warm place, one of his favorite places to go during the summer, but one of his least favorite during the winter. It got extremely cold during winter, especially with all of that snow that had fallen inside the small room and even though January is a month of winter and snow; it was the only way to eat his meal in peace. He laid down on the piece of rubble, setting his snack at his paws, which lay stretched outward from his body in a comfortable position. He used his paws to press the rat's body in place, biting into the thick skin with his razor-sharp canines. He could taste as the dry blood spilling onto his tongue and with him rolling it into the back of his throat in one huge drink. He was nearly satisfied with his meal, which now consisted of half of the upper body and all of the lower body. However, he'd try to eat past the waist of the rat, eating lower and swallowing in huge mouthfuls, until finally he couldn't. He swallowed the last little bit of the rat he had already chewed in his mouth, licking his lips for any leftover particles.
He stood up, leaving behind the half-missing rat. He decided to go back to his favorite tree as he left the casino once more, debating on whether, or not he should go back to bird-watching. Perhaps he could find a playmate, or a friend? He was less grumpy and less tired now that he had eaten, also more energetic as he walked quickly toward the tree. He decided he'd play pretend by himself, while climbing around on the tree.
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