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Small butterflies, some with white wings and some with cream, float right above Quietpaw's ears. It led to an internal argument with himself about whether he should or shouldn't try to catch them in the air. He was built for running, not jumping, after all. Since his mind was preoccupied, his white paws took over, and the black Tom followed the colorful bugs.
The spectacle was short-lived; the butterflies found where windclan's wildflowers grew and fluttered among the petals. Quietpaw watched as they played, unaware of their potential demise. Or maybe they were laughing at him, the silly apprentice who couldn’t decide what to do when not ordered around.
Quietpaw sighed and was about to leave when a certain flower caught his eye. A dandelion. With a swipe of a white paw, the seeds detached from the dandelions stem, rising up into the air. 'I want to be brave.' A simple wish for a simple cat.
Starclan must have been listening, and wholeheartedly agreed. The wind picked up and sent all the fluffy white seeds right back in Quietpaw's face. They clung to his fur! He tried to paw them off, but not only could he not get them off, one went directly in his eye! "Help," Quitepaw called out, "please." His cries weren't very loud, but he felt as though he were screaming.
'This is how I die, losing a battle to a flower' Quietpaw should have wished for something peaceful, like an old butterfly passing away, so he didn't have to decide whether or not to jump and catch one.
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