What I dream, the day might send. Just around the riverbend.
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Hard-wired and fixated on the pile of fresh kill available to her, Otterwhisker no less shifted through what remained. Perhaps she might have been seen as ungrateful, being picky for prey when it was so plentiful at this time, but she wanted something different. She had hoped that she'd find what she was looking for, but alas... it wasn't there.
She struggled to keep the disappointment from her eyes as they glanced up to meet Boldstar's own green ones.
She exclaimed, warmth returning to her. Yet his question dug into her, and she sighed, tip of a dark ear twitching a bit sheepishly. "Well...." She started, but remembering who Boldstar was, surely he would understand her needs, began again. "Actually, yes. I'd hoped to find a thrush or a starling in the pile, but no luck today it seems."
The tom held her attention now despite her hunger. It was always pleasant to see his face, and took an unusual comfort being near him. Perhaps just another side effect from her condition. The fact that he even offered to hunt something for her was appreciated. Otterwhisker smiled at him, a soft purr erupting from her mouth as she stretched forward, dipping down into an arch before her head was aimed to bump fondly into his shoulder.
"Or perhaps my luck has just arrived!"