Junkkit waved aside his brother's concerns with a twitch of his grimy tail, sorting through the junk with his paws. The clattering of various items, natural or twoleg made, rang out into the air, the place nearly packed full of random items. Some might have even compared it to a dragon's hoard, if such a thing were full of useless items rather than gold and treasure. "What do you mean, Roadkit? This stuff is great! You know how much we can make off of it? We wouldn't need to take prey from the freshkill pile for two whole seasons!" The tom was always collecting things, and looking to pawn them off on others for miscellaneous junk most of the time, and occasionally things that were useful, such as 'cloth' from kittypets, or prey and cool toys.

What he didn't understand, was how Roadkit didn't think this stuff was as useful as he did. It was worth the few scraps he'd gotten into, and the scars that lined his own pelt, though they were few and far between comparatively to his brother.

"But that's where all the good stuff is! If you want more rusted out chains, we can search random trash bins, but it won't be worth the effort at all. And if you're that hungry, how about you grab a few things and we'll set up shop in the city? This time of year seems to give us the best food yields from the gangs and kittypets, none of those dry, tasteless pellets." Junkkit offered, inspecting a shiny ring that he lifted up with his tail. The clear stone glinted against his messy, dirt covered pelt, the gold band having a few tiny, tarnished places, but he expected it would still fetch a good price.