camp butterfly water — silly butterflies [ pafp ]

[YUKIO]

don't rush something you want to last forever .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

It was a wonder if Yukio would ever stop being sore, paws rubbed raw from attempting to climb. He nearly fell flat on his face if it wasn’t for Duskpool’s steady frame shielding him from the worst of it. He winced at the memory, nearly burning his father’s ear off with shuddered apologies and asking if he was alright. Watching as the older warrior caught his breath, waving a half-hearted paw with a quiet ‘Shut up’ which did the trick … most times.

Blinking, the cream ticked tabby shifted, now siting idly outside the nursery to peer nervously at the clan cats. He still felt bouts of remorse, hitting him full force and without warning. It was like when he’d venture outside the nursery in search of his deceased kits, but those were rare nowadays. Still something where he felt shame lick up his spine because he should be over them by now, shouldn’t he?

Shaking his helm, Yukio glanced up with tired hues to stare at a cream-colored butterfly, tinged with blue and red spots along the bottoms of its wings. Oh. Pretty. He blinked several times, watching as it fluttered around his helm to land on the bridge of his nose, drawing a startled blink from the queen. Oh. Oh. Oh.

He stiffened, staring cross-eyed at the butterfly, nearly giving himself a headache watching it flap its wings with feather-light steps tickling his nose. Yukio giggled, owlish optics brimming with a new warmth as it took flight, but oddly enough, seemed content to flutter around his helm, tickling his ears. “H, Hello there.” He mumbled.

Yukio nearly forgot he wasn’t alone, dual toned optics peering up at Bobbie with a hesitant flicker. He hadn’t had the chance to talk to the warrior, too afraid to find out what she really felt that day. It wasn’t if he had much of a chance to talk to many people that weren’t a constant in the nursery or his training. He kneaded the ground, ears falling flat against his helm, expression conflicted as the cream-colored butterfly settled on top of his helm. “H, Hi.” He offered weakly, dual optics flickering to stare at her paws.

/ please wait for @bobbie ! prompt ( yukio saw a papilio machaeon )

Spoiler

while sitting in camp one day, yukio finds themself the subject of a butterfly's attention. no matter what he does, the little insect just doesn't seem interested in leaving him alone. how does he react to the little bug? does he try squishing it, or does he let nature do as it pleases?

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[DOEBLAZE]

✿—— it's not that she'd been avoiding yukio, exactly. that wasn't what she was doing—she's just been busy, and her warriorhood had started right around the time of his incident, and when she is in camp she's using that precious time to rest and eat. and .... she can't regard him as easily as she did when they shared a den and naive afternoons, can't sympathize with his wide-eyed helplessness so much anymore. it's hard to look at his innocence so favorably when it had crossed over ignorance, ignorance that could have thrown their clan into war, endangered the lives of the cats around them. it's hard to feel sorry for him when he put the position of their daylight warriors, of joiners like herself, at risk—she's lucky blazestar is so lenient. other leaders may well not have been.

she hasn't been trying to avoid him, though, honestly. she just ... spends a lot of time on patrol, and when she has time for talking it's usually swapping tips and tricks with the other warriors or taking advantage of those rare moments to check up on her kits, apprentices themselves. a sidelong glance at his weak expression with a butterfly perched on him might have summoned up instant forgiveness before, but she just can't bring herself to do it so quickly. not now, not anymore. instead she takes a careful seat, twitching the ear not weighed down with twoleg clips, and mews, "hi. how've you b-been?" bobbie pauses, sighs, and adds, "i've been busy, not much reason to be in the nursery anymore."

NO LOVE, HOWEVER BRIEF (✿) 𝑰𝑺 𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑫

• ooc: ——
  
• nothing here, have a nice day :-)
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  — bobbie
  — she/her ; warrior of skyclan ; 40 ☾s
  — "speech" ; thoughts ; attacks
  — chibi by its_oliverr
  — penned by dejavu
  

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[YUKIO]

don't rush something you want to last forever .
︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The cream-ticked tabby hummed, peering up at the butterfly that rested happily on his helm. “A, Alright.” He shifted, tucking his paws beneath his petite frame, shrinking in on himself. He smiled, owlish optics crinkled despite the heavy sorrow weighing down his heart. “T, That’s alright!” I didn’t expect you to.

He was thankful because he wouldn’t know how to react to Bobbie then (still doesn’t), someone who’d been there when he lost his kits to taking him outside the camp in search of flowers. She was someone Yukio strived to be, but his expression shifted, optics downcast at the thought, until his eyes landed on the few flower crowns he made with Lostmoon while they were tucked away in the nursery. “Oh—” He turned, peeking up at the butterfly that didn’t seem to go anywhere, not that Yukio minded.

He briefly wondered if it was one of his kits coming to say hello. He nearly purred at the thought, but refrained, simply clambering onto unbalanced paws to slip into the nursery with a swish of his fluffy tail, returning shortly afterward with a flower crown dangling from his jaws to place beside the other before settling back into a loaf-like position. “I, I made a f, few with L, Lostmoon.” He offered, tail curling around his paws, dual-toned optics flickering, uncertain. If she rejected it then, Yukio wouldn’t mind, maybe hurt, but never angry. Yukio smiled sheepishly, albeit, wobbly, but genuine. ​

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