Duck, Duck... [Open]

In the shadow of the nursery entrance, two olive eyes glinted as a small brown and white cat came romping from the den - a young Duckkit now unleashed upon the camp, finally given permission to leave the nursery. Their tail was puffed in excitement as they slide to a stop, head wiping around to take in everything they could. It was so...Bright! And open! There were cats everywhere! They knew RiverClan was big but they hadn't been prepared for how many cats were about! Their mouth hung open, taking in the smell of everything before their eyes fell onto the pile of fish - and a few other pieces of prey. Oh! What was that? Curiosity got the better of them as they raced forward to give it a proper sniff - not caring if they nearly ended up tripping a bigger cat in their excitement.

Tinyshadow was returning from a successful hunting patrol, his jaws heavy with the weight of his spoils. He proudly padded over to the fresh-kill pile to drop his load off, surveying the options as he did to choose something to take to the elders. Suddenly, a flash of brown and white flew toward him from the direction of the nursery. He barely had enough time to react, only just managing to hop neatly out of the way as the kit came barreling toward the fresh-kill pile. "Woah there speed-racer!" He exclaimed, amusement and surprise showing in his friendly gaze. "Trust me kit, the prey's already dead, it's not goin' anywhere. Though at your size, if anything in this pile were alive it'd probably try and make a meal out of you!" Tinyshadow teased, extending a paw to jab the kit playfully (but gently) in the ribs.

Duckkit came to a stop at the sound of a voice, turning to see a taller tom staring at them. They blinked a few times in surprise before a paw was jabbed into their stomach, sending them stumbling back a step even despite the gentle motion of it. It didn't take long for more to arrive - a smaller cat, an...Uh, apprentice? That was what they were called, right?

Duckkit's gaze fell down onto the fresh-kill pile a few tail-lengths away, having failed to make it all of the way there. They had barely been given a chance to eat proper food yet but had seen the older kits and queens enjoy fish. They had never put much thought into it...But now they titled their head. "Dead? Alive?" they echoed, nose scrunching up in confusion. Prey was prey - they had a faint idea of what those words meant but... Prey existed in multiple states?

"Hunter?" they meowed, turning their gaze to Bubblepaw, a flicker of confusion in their eyes. "I...I think I've heard these words here and there. Older kits brag about going to be a great fighter and hunter but...What does it mean? Being a hunter? And prey used to be...Um, alive? And now its...Dead?"