Infestation—10/7:
"It's horrible," Dusktail said, wrinkling her nose. "Vinefrost, isn't there anything we can do about it?"
The light brown ticked tom turned slowly. "Mhm," he answered. "I don't think so. You know, I think the rats might be good for food, though."
She stared at him, hardly containing her disbelief. "What?" she gasped. "They're all—they're all rotten, we can't eat those!"
Vinefrost snickered, pointing his tail at some rats in the camp that were shaving down bits of the dens. "It's just an infestation, Dusktail! Huh, d'you hear that?" He angled his head away, to the left. Dusktail pricked her ears, and in the distance, she heard a very distinct—
"Stop kicking me, Dusktail! I don't care about your dreams, let the rest of us sleep in peace!"