Who: Firepaw and all his various friends (including an open prompt!)
What: Quests, training, feelings jams, etc etc etc
Where: All over the place!
When: April
Warnings: References to cat injury/death in the Exhaustion prompt
(This is a fake cut, there's prompts below!)
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"It should be fine, I think? It'll last longer if it's whole, but..." But Bottlecap Bay goes through a lot of supplies, on the daily. These mushrooms aren't going to be stored long enough to worry about it!
Eyeing how Firepaw did it, they extend a claw again to try and cut the mushroom. It's... less straightforward than Firepaw made it seem; they're struggling to get neat slices. (Not that they need to, when the goal's just making it fit, but they can't shake the feeling that a certain one of their friends would be annoyed. Siffrin used to be a good choice for veggie prep, if not necessarily cooking!)
Siffrin puffs out a slightly frustrated breath, ruffling the tuft of fur above their eyes. "This would be a lot easier with a knife. And hands."
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And also is much harder for a Litten than a cat, possibly because cats can only do this in Firepaw's universe.
Firepaw himself isn't able to get clean slices either, but he lends a paw as best he can, and stuffs the chunks into his satchel.
"Let's try to just get the ones that look like that one... we can try pulling on them with our teeth too, but the flesh is soft enough that we might just break them."
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Siffrin helps nudge mushroom chunks into Firepaw's bag, then licks their paw and claws to clean them off - pausing self-consciously, then resuming equally self-consciously when they realize Firepaw is a former actual cat and won't judge them for following this body's instincts. It would probably be ruder to stop in front of him.
They nod in response. "They'd probably just split. If we can get our claws underneath the stump, we might be able to pick them out? As long as we leave the roots alone, they'll grow back eventually."
Or... whatever it is mushrooms have. Siffrin just thinks of them as roots.
They circle around the area, sticking their head into spots that seem damper than others. Where there's one mushroom, there are often more nearby.
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There are a lot more mushrooms around here, now that they're looking for them - which is great for Firepaw, since he won't have to walk as much. He sits himself down in front of a patch with a few different mushrooms, picking them and cutting them up as best he can.
"Are there cats in your world?" The thought occurs to him randomly - it's been a while since he asked anyone. "Some of the folk here hadn't heard of them before. And I think some worlds have cats that are different from me."
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"There were! The ones I knew about all lived with humans. Some just because humans liked having them around," which is the most neutral way they can think of to describe pet cats, when they're not sure how weird that would be when they're talking to a cat, "And some were more like... partners? Working cats, like ships' cats."
Yeah, now that they're thinking about it - they remember making friends with a lot of ships' cats while traveling. And, when they were younger, they...
...? Hm. Must just be another memory the fog's keeping from them. It's fine, they're sure they'll get it back eventually.
"It's kind of silly - it's supposed to be bad luck to sail without one, but you don't need luck to explain why things would go wrong without a cat onboard."
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He's sure the humans in his world mean well. But the cats he spent most of his time around certainly didn't care for them - Graypaw nearly wretched the one time he suggested trying to get adopted.
"I think I know what a ship is... they're like a den that goes on the water, right? I don't know why a cat would want to be on one..."
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"Humans use the larger ones for moving loads around - like food."
They pause for a moment as they focus on picking another large-ish mushroom. They return with it in their mouth - which also feels like a food hygiene faux pas, but it's not like they have any other options - and settle down to slice it up next to Firepaw.
"Even if you're moving something else, you need enough food stored to survive for weeks or months out on sea. So there's usually a lot of rats that sneak on board."
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Or Firepaw's just a wuss. Realistically, he's been hunting bigger things than rats since coming here, and things that fight back much harder, but he still remembers how scared he was of them when he was a cat.
"I heard ShadowClan cats hunt rats, too - they were a different group of cats that lived in a different part of the forest. But they eat all sorts of nasty things, like toads and crowfood."
Although he isn't... actually sure how much of that is true, ThunderClan cats really like trashing on ShadowClan cats.
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"Maybe they know the humans on board would help them out if they got hurt...?" Who knows.
Siffrin wrinkles up their nose and sticks out their tongue for a moment. Ew. "I've had frog legs before, but I don't think I could eat toad."