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"It doesn't matter," Eveningpaw tells her mother. In time, she will care about what Iciclefang's evident betrayal means. She understands the basics of it: one of RiverClan's lead warriors had went against everything Lichenstar stood for, and now, her kits suffer the most despite their innocence...

Lichenstar lives another day — presumably with one less life, but that is still more than one, and Eveningpaw will take victory wherever she can get it. It is about time she starts feeling some sort of triumph over her success at the battle; this had been her first real fight, and she likes to...

It is preemptive, but it is a lesson nevertheless: there are no true victors in battle. Eveningpaw leaves behind the bloodied fields and waters of Sunningrocks, now officially theirs, and yet... she is starting to think they should have just left it be. It is a guilt-ridden thought: she...

While the Sunningrocks battle might have been victorious, Eveningpaw does not feel the effects of true triumph, not when the sacrifices had been too great to make it matter. It is that mellowness that keeps her spirits at bay, lowering her mood so that she is more reminiscent of a grumpy otter...

Just like Hawkcloud, Eveningpaw grows inspired by Lilacbird's perceptiveness. The now-permanent queen is amongst the curious cases of adults who appear to be stagnant — not in a negative way, but rather, Eveningpaw struggles to imagine them as little kittens and eager apprentices. Sweet and kind...

Eveningpaw does not know what to make of the invitation — well, less like an invitation, when neither Lichenstar or Hazecloud gives them the chance to really refuse... and Salmonshade is there too, for some reason. Her parents' faces do not suggest that any of the five have done something wrong...

For the very first time, Eveningpaw gets to experience what it's like to be a real warrior. All the tidbits and glimpses she had gotten were orthodox; she was not supposed to see the land outside of camp before her sixth moon, and she was not supposed to have her first battle with angry waves...

It is a day like any other day, which is to say, nothing special. Eveningpaw worries about this and that, something that is entirely new and definitely brought upon her by slowly but surely growing. She is getting older each day... a fact that sticks true to everybody, but it is an odd one for...

Eveningpaw had a theory, and she had intended to carry it through... but now that she is crouching over the riverbank, eyes burning with the effort it takes to cease blinking in case she misses a fish in that split second, she is starting to reconsider it. The theory is this: if she tags along...

"Did last leaf-bare come around this soon, too?" Eveningpaw asks to start up idle chatter, even if she already knows the answer. Of course not; if that were the case, the Clan would not be frowning nearly this much, and their discussions would not be so foreboding. Everyone seems... concerned...

It is a distant memory, but Eveningpaw remembers it still: WindClanners making a temporary home in the heart of RiverClan, thanks only to Smokestar's kindness. The Beech Copse had offered an easy respite from hungry flames... but can it work against the flood? The nearby river has overflown just...

There is always something to be jealous of when it comes to Hazecloud — thankfully Eveningpaw has inherited her looks, if she can be so bold as to say it, but the length of her fur does not come close to the gray cloud-like puffs of her mother's. Hazecloud's fur flows like the river itself, and...

Miraculously, the ThunderClan patrol had not kept them both captive. Eveningpaw thinks that's fair; even if two RiverClan cats in their camp would have meant some sort of power over Lichenstar in that weird, politic-game Clans always play with one another, it also would have meant more mouths to...

The painfully insistent hammering of her heart makes Eveningpaw squirm; surely not a very prideful first impression on the ThunderClanners, but she can't help the way her eyes flick from one cat to the next. At least they don't appear hostile... it would do RiverClan no good to pick a random...

In a way, Eveningpaw is glad for the ferocity of the waves. The way the water spills over from every which way and carries her means she has to extend less energy to keep going; her head must remain afloat, of course, but she can afford to cease excessive padding motions with her limbs. Her only...