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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Time passes in painful pace, always whichever is more agonizing; it moved so slowly through the winter, one could feel the growth of ice across the skin, see the forming of icicles drip from tear-soaked eyes, flowered like crackling glass in fragile lungs. Then came new-leaf... and it rushed to make itself seen in the freshest blooms flinging their petals in joyous dance, fish soaring above the rippling rapids with fins outstretched in greeting waves. It meant new life in all its forms... and yet still the knife of sharpest ice jabbed further and further into her chest. It is hard to despise the dead.... and easier still to hate the living.
  
  Eyes holding an ocean find the ebb and flow of the tide to be cyclical.. for every good moment that dried the shores of pinkish waterlines came an unrelenting tsunami to flood the beaches again. Death had become such a familiar friend, she almost wonders if Smokestar prefers it to the agonizing droning of the clock- each 'bong' a death knell. If he were quick enough, he might not have to bare witness to further loss (she'd asked him not to... fitfully, embarrassingly weepy-eyed... please don't leave yet). Maybe he resented his own survival...
  
  The shrill sound of kitten warbles sound from the nursery like a fresh flock, cheering their delight and light-hearted joy as they took to proverbial skies (the camp, safe and warm now). Hearing the girlish squeal of her daughters is enough to reinforce the levy... Horizonkit's ever-present whines suggest the girls are up to no good again, bullying their brother in the name of play... Hopefully they didn't learn that from Ripplesnap... It isn't an outlandish suggestion... but having to admit it her wild-hearted genes (the stone-faced deputy, strong in the face of adversity, someone with no time to play silly games) that had encouraged such banter is not on her list of prided acknowledgements.
  
  Hazecloud doesn't leave the den to satiate their lust for exploration-- or maybe they wanted more time to splash in the water-- so she takes the moment to sunbathe instead... lounging in relative peace for however long that might last- the red ropes pulled tightly at her neck, warned that it would be short-lived as ever. Waterfalls dry where rocky lashes obstruct them... and the sun is so warm she can almost forget leaf-bare ever happened at all.
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  tagging ✶ @snowkit
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[snowkit]

-`♡´- Snowkit, perhaps ironically, had never known Leafbare. The place where it resides in her memory were filled with darkness, a grayed blur of memory, and a silence that cocooned the nursery in its dulled chill. The kitten made himself familiar with the outside only when the soil was becoming wet and silty and budding with new green. Thus, he was only familiar with the concept of his namesake in the abstract. Graykit's name was much easier to grasp, it could be pointed to from nearly anywhere at any time. Snowkit figured her name would make much more sense once she was able to point at it. This was true in the case of Crabkit, at least, a pointed paw toward an orange, leggy creature skittering across the riverbank brought her cousin's name into perspective for her.

In a similar fashion, he was aware of his other mother in the abstract. Lilybloom was a really nice cat, a good warrior, and was missed by her whole family. She looked a little bit like Snowkit with her dappled fur, but it was a little more like her Auntie's. And Snowkit knew that she loved him and Graykit very much, but she had to go live in Starclan now. And whenever Snowkit asks about her, the adults speak a little slower, kind of like when they talk about Leafbare. And Snowkit doesn't really mind it all because her cousins only have one mama right now too, so it made sense that her and Graykit would be in the same bunch.

There is very little Snowkit knows about time. Soon enough he'll become aware of how everything will keep changing, but the seasons will stay the same and the sun will keep rising and then setting again. And maybe one day he'll learn a little about how fleeting life can be, and how quickly someone can be taken from him, and he will never be ready.

For now, though, the kitten will innocently wear the echoed reflection of the untouchable, and he will look on with deep, earth-solid eyes, and think nothing of what came before her.

"Excuuuuse me? Excuuse me!" A tinny voice rings out of a sparrow—plump and chirping—of a kitten, remembering her manners as Lakemoon had nudged her about, "Hi. I'm Snowkit. And you're Lichentail!" He was very pleased with himself to remember this, especially because so many of their clan remained mostly-nameless to him, but she was getting really good at remembering the familiar faces around the nursery. Lichentail was around a lot, and she liked that about her.

"Sooo... Where'd your other ear go?" Snowkit asked expectantly. So far, he's learned the hard way that asking other kittens what they thought mostly led to wrestling matches and frustration. So Snow'd found more success in just telling the other kids what she thought instead. There was much more fun, however, in finding adults and asking them about whatever he could come up with. It was a surefire way to get a fun story or learn something weird to relay to the other kittens later.

SUMMER CAME LIKE CINNAMON -`♡´- SO SWEET

• OOC:cries this is so late im sorryy</3
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  — snowkit, kitten of riverclan!
  — he/him & she/her. OK w gendered terms! 3 moons old!
  — lilybloom x lakemoon. graykit's littermate !
  — a fluffy blue tortie w white & warm brown eyes
  — a happy, boisterous kitten with a big imagination
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by jay , pfp by lovette, funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The chitter chatter of idle clan-mate gossip is one she can tune out... practiced in the name of preserving privacy (and because she knows herself to be foul at telling lies that are required for keeping secrets). However, the passage of time with which she has attuned herself to motherhood demands a certain skill for decerning kit-squeaky voices and snaps up her attention whole-heartedly at their sound. An eye winks open to peek at her would-be tormentor, hoping to see familiar sun-drop eyes or maybe soft stormy blues...
  
  Instead they are muddy... dark...
  
  And her jaw clenches with familiarity, with a distaste for this specific presence that few others are on the receiving end of. The corners of her lips fall from their eased, idle state... the tension of her muscles returns and that nagging, creeping disgust grows a tighter grip.
  
  She introduces herself so confidently and with a name so mocking that Lichentail struggles to withhold a sneer- I already know who you are... she wants to say... Your mother picked a bad name. It is restrained if only by the notion that says she shouldn't push such a foul decision onto a child who could not control it... but it doesn't simmer the agony that comes with hearing his name spoken everyday.
  
  "It was stolen," she answers, tone flat and bitter, "By a WindClanner." She can still remember that too-big smile... that stark white fur. "It's not the only thing... I've had stolen..." And it's pettiness that curls comfortably at her chest... Friends stolen, her own skin scored with scars... and sometimes even kin... to be mocked in name not but a few moons later.
• about
  speech hex code ✧ #6368A5
  ooc notes ✦
  tagging ✶
  penned by tieirlys
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