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Ceiling too low. Dark. Lots of people he didn't trust. It was pretty clear that Haven had claustrophobia. He didn't like this new camp. It wasn't too bad, but he couldn't help but feel like the ceiling was going to collapse on them any second now.
When some cat approached him, he was almost ready to snap at them. His well-practiced social skills withheld him, however. He forced on a smile and listened to what the cat was saying. It's quite weird and suspicious. Their expression rubbed him the wrong way, and who the hell thought cats who weren't desperate would eat berries? He had been starving many times and had eaten berries, of course. The ones offered to him were juniper. He'd expected deathberries.
"Oookay, thank you for the juniper." he said politely and took one. It tasted bland and sour like he remembered. Hopefully they'd hunt soon.