Wrecking Ball [open]

Long legs sprawled out carelessly in front of him, Fallowpaw basked in the sun's rays, absent-mindedly flicking his tail as he fumbled with a group of pebbles at his paws. An unsettling clicking came from the apprentice, although he didn't seem to mind. Unbeknownst (or maybe, quite obvious) to those around him, the clicking sound was the chatter of pebbles against his dulling teeth as he occupied his attention by chewing on them. His gaze was unfocused, that was until a growl pulled his back to his mortal body. It was already sunhigh and he'd forgotten to eat today.

Without skipping a beat, he whipped his head around. "Hey, you, there." He called, gazing at the cat with half-lidded eyes, even though multiple cats had turned to face him. "Can ya' grab me somethin'? Anythin'll do, really. I'm starvin' over here."