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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — The wind had risen, stirring the bushes and making the waves splash against the shore, when Ravenkit woke. The nursery was pale with dawn light that flickered as the branches of the rowan tree swayed in the breeze. Beside Ravenkit, a two month old kitten stirred and mewed our. Ravenkit escaped the kitten with a scowled, then slipped out of the den and padded through the sleeping camp down to the shore. She stared over the choppy gray water, wondering if she could find something to do before the rest of her clanmates roused. Far above her head, remnants of constellations from the night before still twinkled, albeit faintly. Ravenkit tilted her head up and strained her neck to stare until she spotted the glittering of movement in the corners of her eyes. A butterfly, early from it’s cocoon, dizzily bounced and bobbed around her head as if it were getting used to its new wings. In the crepuscular light, its wings began to shine and glimmer. Narrowing her eyes, the black kitten brought her paw down upon the butterfly and slammed it into the ground, where it now lay dazed in the mud. Crouching over it in interest, Ravenkit unsheathed her claws and took one to the wings of the insect. With deadly precision, the kitten smoothly cut across it’s body and separated a wing from the thorax, and the butterfly struggled and squirmed in pain. Ravenkit pushes it further down into the mulch so that it wouldn’t attempt escape whilst she examined the wing.


    Roe.


    "THE MUTE" - Rosekit - 04 months - Selectively Mute - Female


    When she was little, Roe had not wanted to eat prey. She had not wanted to ever hurt other living things... but she had been told that everything needed food to live , and that everything must die at some point, so killing things was fine as long as it was not out of hatred or anger. So she had reluctantly accepted it as part of life, and eventually she was no longer upset when a spider or bug she had made friends with was squashed, just as she had long ago stopped getting upset when others trod on her toys and trinkets, or even at times her.


    So it was with a dull sense of sadness and much curiosity that she'd watch Ravenkit smack the butterfly to the ground, only to cut off one of its wings. Without hesitation she'd pad over, coming to a halt near ravenkit. She did not speak - she had nothing to say after all - simply watching silently in curiosity as Ravenkit examined the insects wing. Pale yellow eyes sparkling slightly, she took notice of just how beautiful it's iwngs were, their decorative patterns so pretty and unique to it. It would look nice with the rest of her collection she knew... but it was not hers, and so she'd just watch longingly, hoping to learn for herself how to get such a pretty thing.

       

    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — A presence appeared at her side and Ravenkit twitched her tail twice. Rosekit was a silent presence, but not an unwelcome one. While many other kittens, boisterous and loud, interrupted her and filled the silence with meaningless small talk, Rosekit instead sat and watched with wordless interest. Ravenkit liked this about her. She seemed to know that the black kitten would speak when she needed to and when the time called for it. Silently, the ghostly she-cat nudged the delicate wing towards her quiet companion. "Here, I can take the other wing," she murmured quietly and with little emotion. "But be careful. This wing is as fragile as the spark of life itself. You ruin this wing and you will never find another one just like it for the rest of your life. Maybe it will show up in your dreams though."


    With an air of finality, Ravenkit cut away the butterfly’s other wing and quartered it to herself. In a last second act of pity, she shoved the struggling insect further into the mulch to fully end it’s life. How sad. It had come into the world after moons of hibernation with shiny new wings only for them to be cut off and it’s new body shoved into the dirt. A metaphor, Ravenkit though. For what, she couldn’t put her paw on it.


    "THE MUTE" - Rosekit - 04 months - Selectively Mute - Female


    Though rose was slightly confused by the way Raven poke, she did understand the gist of it, and that this wing was ow hers to treasure and that she shouldn't break or lose it because it was one of a kind. Happy with the little gift and quite surprised by it, she'd stare at it for a moment, before hooking it with her claw just as she'd watched Raven do. Purring ever so faintly, she'd hobble off to put it in her stash behind the nursery, before quickly returning. Watching Raven was usually quite fun, as the other child was always dong odd things that caught the inquisitive girls interest.