Firepaw pauses, waiting for Akechi to actually answer him, and after a while his bushy whiskers start twitching with amusement.

"So... do you want some?"

He's assuming yes, if Akechi's putting that much thought into it, so he nudges it a little closer and starts nibbling on the further end of it. Whatever bird it's from, it's delicious - although it's missing the bloody flavor of freshkill. Eventually he's going to have to go hunting for himself, but he's starting to dread it.