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“Now remember, you want the third best in the den toward the middle. The third one! Not any of the other ones! You can count, right?” He swept the group toward the warrior’s den with his tail, sending the army of nursery kits to put frog legs in his brother’s nest. Maybe it was immature of him, but he thought the kids were in need of some good fun. He was too. Maybe he could create some sort of frog delegger and launcher that could get that job done for him...
Turning, Wyverndelirium studied the area around the nursery once more. “Maybe if I find some sharp rocks to do the cutting... no, that would be too big and clumsy... the gills or fins, then, of a fish. Will that be enough?” The gills had hard structures but he wasn’t convinced they would be sharp enough; dorsal fins were sharp but perhaps not stiff enough. Maybe he would need something else to reinforce them? His green gaze grew distant and cloudy as he pondered the question and he failed to notice the kit nearby.
Bright green eyes narrowed curiously, carefully watching the older tom from where she stood at the den's entrance. For as long as she could remember, Wyverndelirium had been a large figure in her and her siblings' lives, visiting them and their aunt Tinybreath as often as he could. The way he got carried away with ideas was really funny, and he almost always came with weird and fun presents taken from the marsh. He loved them as much as his sister did, and Slipkit knew him better than any of her other kin in Waterclan.
Which was...not very much, when she thought hard about it. She knew he was Tinybreath and Momma's brother, and he liked thinking about stuff, but that was about it. The fluffy grey kit titled her head as she stared at him, her small nose scrunching as she attempted to mimic her uncle's deep thought. She supposed that now they were alone, she could ask him something. But what should she ask? He seemed really lost in thought this time. Should she bother him?
by the way this takes place before chim's in prison because otherwise that starter wouldn't make sense oops
"I suppose it might just be easier to take the legs off myself. Faster too. But then I still need a launcher, I don't want to walk all the way in there," he mused. "Hard angle, though." They were getting to be older warriors in the clan and his brother was a deputy now, so they had the comfortable and warm nests, but that meant it was tricky to get anything to land in his nest instead of the surrounding ones. His tail thumped against the ground. "I'll need a stick for sure. Maybe a rock."
Shatteredkit pushed her way out the warrior's den with her nose proudly stuck up in the air, some slime on her muzzle from the frog leg she had carried. "All done, Uncle Wy!" she chirped. Her gaze dropped to find her sister and she beamed, then waved her tail. "Hi, Slipkit! Did you get some legs?"
