The future is us [c]

Milk was becoming scarce from the large appetites of the newest litters, making hungry amber eyes wander camp in search of more. It didn't take long to spot the fresh, plump rabbit being dropped off by a russet warrior back from a hunt. She looked miserable, so he would wait for her to leave before snagging the fresh kill off the very top of the pile.

Once the scarred face of the she-cat disappeared into the warriors den, Vinekit took the chance. Large body bolting forward, he was met with another smaller furry form, tripping and face planting with a huff. "Move it, pipsqueak!" Feral tongue was what he'd usually speak in, but this event was just too upsetting to not let the other kit know he didn't appreciate her being in his way.

Quailkit wasn't far behind Vinekit, her ears picking up on a tustle and not wanting to be left out. "Nothing wrong with being big." Quailkit chirped up, looking down at her massive kit-paws. She too took on a large size, not unlike most feral kits did. "You're just mad you can get squished!" She chortled, bumping Greenkit on the shoulder with a little force. "Besides, the rabbit is big enough for both of you. Haven't you ever learned sharing?" With her little tidbit of wisdom spat out, Quailkit sat and began grooming her ears.

Feral Language
Forest Language

A growl - a small, cute one only a disgruntled kitten could make - sounded deep within his throat as he picked himself up. "What was that?" Vinekit squared up, amber eyes cast down on mismatched ones as he puffed out his chest. "Big words coming from an ant. You're just jealous you'll never be as big as me." Raising a paw, he pushed down on Greenkit's tiny head. Not to crush her for real, but to rub so hard that her fur sparked and stood up when stopped. He shoulder checking the poor she-cat and motioned for Quailkit to follow to the fresh-kill pile.

Share?! His stomach grumbled loudly and for way too long. "I wouldn't even share with you. Why would I with her?" A greedy paw nabbed the plump rabbit, hungrily ripping into it with only half the ferociousness of a true feral blooded cat. His eyes shifted between the two she-cats, ready to fight over this delicious meal if one of them even tried. Not that he looked very scary, even for his size - he was still just a kitten, after all. "I don't even like sharing the nursery with any of you..."