Charming Visions of A Man Made Apocalypse ♥ a divinekit srp

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[ tw for starvation + starvation induced body horror + kit death ] [ click for music ] When Divinekit opened her eyes, she was hungry. Hungry enough that, without even realizing it, she'd started chewing on her nest – why was it so big and empty? – to ignore the hunger. Not that it worked for long. "Divine▇▇▇▇▇!" A voice called from the den's opening, surely stern and imposing if it weren't for how hoarse the hunger – how did she know that? –had made it, the raspy quality of it grating her ears as it said her name… or, at least half of it. Her head hurt when when she tried to decipher the suffix. It seemed like she'd taken too long to respond, as the voice's owner revealed himself to be a tall and gaunt tom with fur that was perhaps once a lovely cream, but now looked patchy and pale enough to only emphasize the ribs pushing against his pelt like a seabird hatching from its egg. With a startling nonchalance, Divinekit wondered how long it'd take for him to join the others – what did that mean? Who were the others? – as she tilted her head to the side through the will of something other than her. "Divine▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇," He repeated, startling her out of morbid reverie. She would've felt bad if the hunger hadn't taken precedence in her mind. "You're on dawn patrol." The tom fidgeted for a moment, visibly hesitating before leaving. She didn't care to find out why. With long, bone thin legs, she slowly made her way out of the den with minimal stumbling, her movement slow and jerky as she looked around. Someone else had gone to lay near the previous prey pile, joining the pile of cats that'd long since replaced it. As much as she wanted to ignore them, they noticed her and sat up, their eyes tired and resigned despite their young age and their kitten fluff dull. "Wake me up when they come with prey, please." They mumbled before laying back down. Divine▇▇▇▇▇ – that wasn't her name – would miss this one, they'd asked to become her apprentice in a few moons, but it seemed like she wouldn't be able to mentor this one either. Abruptly, so much so that she felt a headache coming, the warrior – she'd never been one – turned towards the exit and left camp. It was quiet as always, and there was nothing there. She returned to camp and vowed to try again soon. When she went back to the prey, Divine▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ – was that her name? – spotted something hanging out of the kit's mouth: ▇▇▇▇▇s. They were beautiful and opalescent and appetizing, so much so that Divine▇▇▇▇▇ pawed them out of the body's mouth and ate them, savouring the temporary satiation. She felt – disgusting – alright for once. She'd have to bury them somewhere nice to repay them.