In the heart of ThunderClan's camp, the sun was setting in a glorious display of oranges and pinks. The fresh-kill pile, a towering assortment of prey, looked particularly inviting under the fading light. Sorrel, a tiny ginger kit with a white underbelly and bright blue eyes, was about to embark on a feast that would be remembered in camp for some time.Sorrel had been playing energetically all day, her little paws barely touching the ground as she raced from one end of the camp to the other. Her excitement had built up an appetite, and she scampered over to the fresh-kill pile, where Ivyfrost, the ever-dutiful warrior, was resting nearby. Ivyfrost's soft brown fur and striking green eyes were fixed lovingly on the kit, ready to ensure Sorrel had everything she needed.The fresh-kill pile, meticulously stocked with prey, was a sight to behold. Among the assortment of mice and rabbits lay a particularly generous bounty. Sorrel's eyes widened with delight at the sight of so much food. "Ivyfrost, look at all the food!" Sorrel exclaimed, her voice filled with awe.Ivyfrost's whiskers twitched with a mix of amusement and affection. "I see it, little one. If you're hungry, you're welcome to eat as much as you want," she said, her tone gentle and encouraging.Sorrel wasted no time. She dove into the pile with an enthusiasm that was both adorable and impressive. Her tiny jaws worked furiously as she tackled the prey, starting with a plump mouse. Her ginger fur bristled with excitement as she gnawed on the mouse, her little paws barely managing to hold onto it as she devoured it with gusto.She didn't stop at just one. In quick succession, Sorrel polished off a staggering seventeen mice, her tiny frame seeming to defy the limits of its size. With each mouse she finished, she let out a satisfied purr, her blue eyes shining with unrestrained joy. Her fur, once neatly groomed, now had a few smudges from the feast.Next, Sorrel turned her attention to the rabbits, which were larger and more challenging for her to handle. But she was undeterred. With remarkable determination, she ate twenty-four rabbits, each one devoured with the same enthusiasm and energy. The rabbits were a bit tougher to manage, and Sorrel's tiny claws made for a messy process, but she tackled each one with a fervor that made Ivyfrost shake her head in affectionate disbelief.After the last rabbit was consumed, Sorrel lay back, her tiny belly round and full. She was sprawled out among the remnants of her feast, her fur fluffed out from the indulgence. Her eyes, now slightly glazed from overeating, looked up at Ivyfrost with a mixture of contentment and a touch of guilt."I think I ate too much," Sorrel said with a soft burp that escaped her before she could finish her sentence. The burp was a loud, unceremonious burst of air that echoed slightly and caused Sorrel to blink in surprise.Ivyfrost, who had been watching the entire spectacle with a mixture of concern and amusement, burst into a gentle, warm laugh. Her green eyes sparkled with mirth as she looked at Sorrel, who was now blushing furiously, her ears twitching with embarrassment."Well, it certainly was a feast!" Ivyfrost said, her voice filled with affection. "You've got quite the appetite, Sorrel. It's a good thing you've got a lot of energy to burn off!"Sorrel's tiny ears drooped a bit, but she managed a shy smile. "I didn't mean to be so greedy," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.Ivyfrost padded over and gently nuzzled Sorrel's head with her own. "It's alright, Sorrel. You've earned every bit of it," she said softly. "And besides, everyone has moments when they overeat. It's just a part of life. I'd rather you be happy and well-fed."Sorrel's tail twitched with relief and happiness as she leaned into Ivyfrost's warm, comforting presence. The burp was quickly forgotten, replaced by the soothing comfort of her friend's care. Ivyfrost's gentle touch made her feel safe and loved, and she snuggled closer, her tiny body resting contentedly beside her beloved friend.As the evening wore on and the stars began to twinkle in the sky, the camp's activity continued around them. Ivyfrost and Sorrel remained by the fresh-kill pile, enjoying the quiet moment together. The night's gentle sounds enveloped them like a soft blanket, and Sorrel's playful energy had finally been spent, leaving her in a state of cozy relaxation beside Ivyfrost.The feast and the burp were soon forgotten, replaced by the simple, heartwarming bond between a tiny, eager kit and her loving, devoted friend. The two shared a peaceful evening, their closeness a testament to the love and care that defined their special relationship.
