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    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Ravenkit stretched in her nest, feeling the muscles slide underneath her glossy black fur. She could almost reach from one wall to the other in this corner of the nursery. Early-morning sunshine filtered through the roof, making the reed walls glow. In the five moons since Ravenkit has been born, the sun had grown hotter and higher in the sky. New growth speared up through the old reed bed and the sedge bushes smelled sweet and lush. In the half-light, the other residents of the nursery stirred sleepily but Ravenkit had left before any of them could spot her streaming black tail disappearing past the reeds.


    The clearing was already warm and bright, though the sun was barely higher than the ancient willow. Doestar and Nightgaze sat beside the fallen tree, their heads dipped in quiet conversation. Three warriors were sunning themselves on the smooth earth outside the elders’ den. Two boisterous apprentices were poking among the reeds at the edge of the river, their ears pricked, tails twitching, clearly hoping to find a minnow among the watery stems. Ravenkit ignored each of them completely, and she instead melted into the shadows of the ancient willow. Loose, sandy rocks crowded at the gnarled, curling roots. With a steady paw, she rolled them away from the wood and began to organise them by shape, color, and size. She tapped her left forearm with her right paw three times upon seeing where the sun was in the sky.


    ARSONIST.


    it seemed that the tom would be following the same struggles that ravenkit had. it didn’t help that he was also a bit bigger than normal for his size. the feline’s paws touching the smooth rock, letting his claws scrape against it with a smooth purr escaping him. the sun had licked at his multicoloured pelt, gentle pops coming from his muscular body. even at the young age he was, he was forced into early on training from larkthroat. of course, being the loyal soul he was, the kit had kept it quiet. besides, it wasn’t just him, there were a few others in the same boat as his. a yawn had overtaken the male as he had stumbled out of his nest, a tooth far larger than the others peeking out. his body was quick to leave the nursery, not caring to be alone in the place. his searchings for others had been a fail, not quite wanting to spend his time with the older souls. until he was able to stumble upon a smaller frame. one large golden hue had peeked down upon the darkest felidae in the area. ravenkit. quiet and calculative, along with a disturbing interest in carcasses. a bit of him had been hesitant around her, not trusting that one hobby of hers. how long would it take until it became something serious? though, he wanted to trust all of his clan mates, who wouldn’t? being close meant survival. safety in numbers. a frown decorated his face, rare in the sense that he wore fake grins. "what are you doing?" inquires halfkit, curious at her strange activities. his body had taken an unwelcome seat next to her, a couple of piles were made, organized by a common trait. but what he was more interested in was the taps placed upon her arm. why must she stare into the sky as her paw commtects with her in a steady rhythm? it hadn’t made sense to the battered feline. but of course, not much had i’m the first place.



    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Ravenkit narrowed her eyes as she peered at the sky, as if searching for some imperceptible symbol or sign. She tapped her forearm once more before lowering it and continuing her organisation. To the brown, rugged pile went brown, rugged rocks, and to the gray, smooth pile went gray, smooth rocks until every rock at he base of the willow had been sorted accordingly. A presence settled beside her and the black kitten’s haunting yellow irises shifted to the right but she did not move her head away from her work. He nosily inquired upon her work. Ravenkit let out a breathy sigh but she did not openly complain about his prying. "Organising rocks," she murmured in response, resisting the urge to be sarcastic. "What does it look like I’m doing?"


    //IM SO SORRY I DIDN'T HAVE ANY TIME TO REPLY THIS WEEK AA

    okay, yeah. she acted as if organizing rocks were normal though. maybe they were, but the kit hadn't seen many just organize rocks. what was the point, anyways? they'd just get all scattered again anyways. "but why organize rocks? it just seems like a waste of time." came the response, glancing upon the stones as she had moved them into separate piles. her sarcastic comment had done almost nothing to him, only because he wasn't paying too much attention to her words. the scarred feline had reached a paw to a stone that had been ignored until now, deciding to help ravenkit's cause. after all, it was a good way to waste time and it's not like he had much to do anyways. his eye had swept over the slowly growing piles before glancing towards the sky, the sun warming the earth as it had settled upon its spot in the sky. how long had she been out here? or awake, in that case? when he had walked past all of the sunbathing felines, he had assumed that it was due to their tiredness. but raven hadn't an inch of tiredness in her from what halfkit could see. of course, ravenkit was strange in the first place, he wouldn't be surprised if she hadn't gotten tired.


    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — // aaaaa it’s ok don’t worry about it!! <3


    Ravenkit accepted Halfkit’s help with a nod of her head, moving her long, whip-like tail so that it rested gently over her paws. She used a jet black claw nudge a tiny gray pebble into a similar pile. "It’s fun," she answered, although her eyes were dull and did not glow with a mirth that suggested she was enjoying herself. In fact, she seemed annoyed at how many questions Halfkit was asking. She valued curiosity highly but not when it clashed with her focus. "Every rock has its place when you create a system that works. It would be convenient if life worked in the same way."


    "You could know everyone’s true intentions and colours right from when you meet them. There are no secrets, no questions, no answers. Just facts." Ravenkit suddenly looks up from her rocks and turns her head sharply. She brings Halfkit into her haunting yellow gaze, her eyes wide, owlish, and unblinking. Her lips quirk into an unnatural smile, a grin that looks too wide and uncomfortable for her face. It’s as if she had practiced that moment, for in a second, every single part of her movements grew calculated and methodical. "But the reality is that you never know all the gritty details until someone trusts you enough to share," Racenkit breathes. She laughs, a dull, low chuckle, before wiping the smile from her face and returning to her rocks. She bummed an ominous tune as she continued working.


    "i don't understand you. at all. you like to dissect things, you sort rocks, you're so strange to me." came the breathy sigh of the kit, her words drowning him as she had spoke them. his eye closed with the sigh he had previously breathed out, trying to just understand. "why do you do the things you do? what compels you? if i can ask, of course." he needed to know. he couldn't understand at all. he wanted to know the gritty details she had mentioned. he wanted answers to this enigma that inhabited the same area as he had. halfkit would tell anyone anything, or almost anything. he couldn't tell others of what he and larkthroat did, or who was involved. he could never. but he swore something was in the meat he had fed the smaller male. he swore upon the same rumored starclan that has also turned their back on him. but he's a kit. he's a child. he's being judged for crimes he had no control over. his golden eye had opened once again, staring back at the femme who had possessed two of what he had lacked. he lost his in the famine and the plague. but she was fine. she was absolutely fine. the black-coated she-cat had bothered him but yet drawn him in as well. she frustrated him. shaking his cranium softly, feeling his lower jaw press against the oversized tooth that hung from his mouth, he reached for yet another rock. sorting it and watching it disappear into the group. halfkit didn't like that either. they should be known as the individuals they were. not lost to time because of their looks.


    TAGS ✦ ✧ ✦ — Ravenkit abandoned the rocks completely now, her long, whip-like tail tapping twice against the ground. She lurched forwards on her nimble, agile paws and weaves around Halfkit, eying him as if she knew he was an enemy in a time far ahead of their own eyes. She searched for weaknesses, opening, shiny bits of detail and information she could use and exploit. Some would say she was just perceptive, others might say she had the incredible ability to understand the tiniest of gestures and the meaning behind them with a single glance. Ravenkit liked to think she was just being apt and ready for anything. She chuckled deeply at this line of thinking, an ominous sound that came from her throat as she weaves around him like a ghost through a crowd. He finally came to his front and she peered in his face, placing her own muzzle close to his. It became incredibly noticeable how different they were now; two eyes versus one, orange on one side versus soul-crushing, vanta black, bright, hopeful amber versus a haunting, owlish yellow. Complete opposites, Ravenkit noted with a gleeful glimmer in her eyes.


    "Curiosity," she answered simply, reclining back from her far too close position in front of Halfkit’s face. "Starclan doesn’t have any business hiding anything from me, and neither do you. Secrets won’t stay secrets long, especially not with me around. So, tell me, what’s your secret?" she asked, and a malicious grin flickered to her face. She relished in the feeling of his unsettled stare, feeling bold shivers of euphoria shiver through her. She realised he wouldn’t tell her easily, and quickly cut in before he could speak. "I wonder, where did your eye go? Perhaps a story is in order."


    her sudden proximity had caused him to have a sharp intake of breath, stabbing his lungs has he had premises to breath in her face. it was obvious by the way his body had tended beneath his fur that the closeness of her body was foreign to the kit. not many brought themselves super close to him. his claws gently kneaded into the dirt below, feeling her warmth that stung him like bees, but somehow comforting in a way. but of course she brought up starclan. it left a sour taste in his mouth, like poison dripped upon his tongue. he could never believe in cats made of stars. and who would want to be doomed to stay up in the sky forever? it seemed more like a hell to him than not being able to roam the earth. her inquiry was about his eye, but something had lead him to believe that was a coverup. that she had somehow wanted something else than that pathetic story. his lost eye was nothing special. he hadn’t lost it in battle or in a life-and-death situation. "why would a lost eye pipe your interest?" came his own question, still trying to explain her actions in his mind. "i had simply lost it due to the plague. it would only infect my body if it had stayed in. there’s nothing important to it." he didn’t like to talk about his imperfections as it just reminded him more of how he will forever be short of pleasant. it was made apparent to him at a young age that his eyes were beautiful, glowing with a gentle happiness. until he lost one. his appearance became more grotesque with scars circling it. "i was told that if i hadn’t lost my eye, my name wouldn’t have been halfkit. " he wouldn’t have been nicknamed ‘halfie’ by larkthroat. he would not be tainted the way he was.