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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Rituals are important means of maintaining history in actions, through delicately repeated movements, a repetition that might allows itself to be better committed to memory. The shimmering scales refract light in a discotheque of color, announcing her impending arrival in a splash of hues long before her paws ever reached the precipice of the nursery. They let out a small breath from around the stilled bluegill gripped between their teeth- it smells worse now with extra bites sunk into it to feign a messy kill for judging but they hardly imagine the kittens will care between purr-rumbled mouthfuls.
  
  Carefully parting the hanging tendrils, the smell of milk runs rampant here where so many newborns crowd what used to be a barren den and Lichentail cannot help but miss the privacy that had once made it more reasonable for her to sneak in some cuddle time with her family. "Hello, my little rainstorm," the deputy hums, placing the fish delicately before Eveningkit and sliding it a few inches closer in a prompt for examination.
  
  "How did we do today," they ask, glancing between the striped girl and the prey she wandered towards with scrutinizing dandelion eyes.
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[EVENINGPAW]

Already Eveningkit is on her way out of the nursery, paws carrying her swiftly over RiverClan's camp the moment she spots a familiar shape coming home. Her eyes are bright, but she tries to play hard to get, chin held high.

Evidently, she's gotten too excited over this little ritual of theirs. She stops to allow Lichentail space to actually enter the nursery, because as much as Eveningkit enjoys this little game, there are other siblings too who'd like to take a bite. "Hi!" The word is but a purr, rumbling in her chest when her mother address her.

Knowing that lack of patience and proper etiquette would not fly over either of her parents' heads unnoticed, Eveningkit waits for today's catch to be laid before her, ready for grading. Her tail curls behind her with curiosity. Time and time again she's imagined herself coming back with fish, ready to fill the hungry bellies of her Clanmates and feeling full with self-satisfaction. It's another reason for her enjoyment over assessing each and every one of Lichentail's catches; it's for fun partially, yes, but Eveningkit likes to think she is learning more than her peers and would give her an advantage once she becomes a 'paw.

"Good catch." Eveningkit nods, face serious, reciting words she's heard from the warriors before. Her youthful tone does not carry nearly as much seriousness though. "Clean! No struggle... you must have caught it in a heartbeat." She raises her head to look at Lichentail then, looking for signs of agreement in their darkened face. There's no mention of the bright, shimmery scales, but Lichentail knows her enough by now to understand it's a favored aspect.

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SIP THE GOSSIP ✦ DRINK TIL YOU CHOKE

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• EVENINGKIT ✦ RIVERCLAN KIT
  ────── SHE/HER ✦ PENNED BY KARMEN ✦ 04/15
  ────── LICHENTAIL X HAZECLOUD
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[lichenstar]

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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• The glower of focus on one so small is nothing short of an amusement... a routine little glare that Lichentail had seen plenty of times but still managed to draw the corners of her lips into a curt smile. At least Eveningkit was taking this little exercise of perception seriously... the deputy sincerely hoped it might give her kin a greater transition towards success when they were finally apprenticed in a few more moons (time had moved so quickly...)
  
  But... the answer itself is unsatisfactory. She'd intentionally gone out of her way to put more bites into the thing than necessary and for as much as she appreciated the compliment from her daughter, it was unnecessary and... objectively incorrect. "Thank you... sweet sunset," she starts uncertainly, a hesitation in her voice that betrays her incoming correction.
  
  "It has... too many bites," she points out carefully, pointing towards a few puncture marks that were not the original killing bite, "A little... less than perfect." Even if it had been crafted to be that way rather than a genuine struggle on the part of the hunter.
  
  "You can... eat it," she offers, now that their little game has concluded. Her tail curls around her paws awkwardly, hoping the competitive kitten wouldn't be too upset to hear her observations were wrong.
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[EVENINGPAW]

Eveningkit doesn't miss the way Lichentail's eyelids droop ever so slightly over the blues of her eyes, and she feels compelled to reevaluate her answer before any instructions are given. Back to the fish we go. Her gaze searches the scales again, nose drawn further down as if pulled downwards by the weight of her head.

"It does?" she echoes before she can stop herself. It's almost embarrassing to admit that such a thing has evaded her attention. The imprints of teeth stand out so sharply against the scales now... "Oh."

Little paws shifts to and fro as the cogs in her brain turn. She has to save this. The very point of this ritual between the two of them- it's all for naught, if Eveningkit doesn't catch the mistakes! "Did it squirm too much?" Despite Lichentail's offer, the fish remains in one piece between her paws, waiting for wisdom and experience to get bestowed upon her. "You should teach me to fish, before I get a mentor. You managed to hide your bites so well!"
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CLAIM THE BURIAL I SEEK IN DREAMS FLOWING RIVER CEMETARY ✧

• Eveningkit's demeanor dampens slightly but it still enough to make the striped molly regret being the bearer of bad news. She doesn't wish to raise coddled children.. those that can't handle truth and swallow it with dignified stride... but it is just as hard to watch that little smile falter.
  
  At the very least her spirit is resilient and it hardly lasts as more than a blink of frustration before she is already hounding her mother for her own special training before her apprenticeship. A soft, easy chuckle finds itself bubbling from her lips and with a paw rested in gentle shuffling of the fur atop her daughter's head, the deputy sighs, "So eager to... grow up, huh? Maybe... we can practice... with worms."
  
  If she was lucky there would be no sticky pink corpses to clean up after.
  
  "I've had.. a lot... of time to learn. But... I'm better with... birds."
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