no angst Hay que volar, hay que encontrar ♔ Butterflies!

[Tawnyclaw]

*+:｡.｡ Newleaf came and with it, so much life! Despite the occasional interrupting thunder of two legs stomping through the territory, the wildlife remained unaffected. There were new fawns, chicks, and pinkies running about, a constant happy reminder that life continues on, and happiness will always be just around the corner. On sunny days like these, even Orchidpaw feels the gloom a little less as he stretches languidly within a patch of sunlight dancing through the canopy. "Man, when it's this warm and beautiful, I both love and hate being out on patrol," 'Chid would mew pleasantly to no one in particular, though he'd soon find himself catching up to Lupinepaw. Smiling at his darker coated companion, he'd explain without need for prompting, "there's no better time to explore the forest, but I certainly wouldn't mind turning around right now and passing out back home" He let out a dreamy sigh at the thought, picturing rolling onto his back and letting the sun warm his belly...

But all too soon, his good mood is cut short when a sharp pain lances up his paw. Hissing, he jerked his foot away to find he'd stepped on...another one of those weird hard-shelled eggs! Seems they've stumbled upon yet another patch of blighted things. Shaking the pain off of his mildly hurt paw, he opens his mouth to inform Lupinepaw to watch her step, when he freezes in place. There, a short ways from her snow-dusted paw, another egg.
But it's...swear to Starclan, it's moving.

"Lupinepaw look!" Pointing with his tail before immediately dropping into a crouch, Orchidpaw would shoot his clanmate a wide-eyed, excited look, "I thought these things only had two-leg food if anything at all! Think we're about to see a colorful bird hatch?" He highly doubted this one brightly colored egg would contain life out of the hundreds of hollow capsules they'd encountered, but it was fun to imagine before the secret was revealed.

*+:｡.｡ Updated 3/15/24

• // a bit eepy, sorry it's kinda rushed <3 @LUPINEPAW
  
  
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  GENERAL:
  ♔ Orchidpaw
  ♔ DFAB— He/Him — Unsure
  ♔ 11 moons — Ages 1 moon every month 28th
  ♔ Skyclan — Apprentice
  ♔ Son of Orangeblossom and Ashenclaw
  ♔ Brother to Cherrypaw, Eggpaw, Glimmerpaw
  
  
  
  COMBAT:
  ♔Physically medium | mentally medium
  ♔ Attack in bold #bf8924
  injuries: None currently

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[LUPINESONG]

❀‿ "Mm-hmm, and it's like, peak sunbathing time right now too, huh..." Lupinepaw readily agreed with her patrol companion with a faux-pout on her face. She imagined enjoying a day off on a gorgeous day like this, sharing tongues beneath the warm rays of sunlight, and felt a bit disappointed with the knowledge that they probably wouldn't be getting back from this hunt until sunset was well on its way. Oh well, she was not a lady of leisure, and there would be plenty of time to share tongues and relax by the time she returned to camp.

The smoky-furred molly was briefly distracted — or perhaps re-focused was a more apt descriptor — by a faint scent trail, some sort of old rodent smell scattered upon the pine needle blanket cushioning the floor. It was a fluke trail, fading out no more than a whisker's length from where it was picked up, and Lupinepaw straightens to blink at Orchidpaw once more when he chirps her name, "Hmm?" She follows his wide-eyed stare to her feet and a few whisker-lengths more and her ears prick with interest at the trembling egg resting upon the forest floor.

"I swear everyone decided these were just twoleg toys..." She murmured, dropping into a crouch alongside him, "Do you think the bird that comes out of it will be pink like the egg it's in?" Her instincts get the best of her, and without another thought, her snow-capped paw reaches forward curiously to touch the egg, and she gasps when she sees it.

"A butterfly?" A wing pokes out from beneath the half-shell. Have these been butterfly eggs all along, and no one knew it? Or... "Do you think it's trapped?"

LOVE ME MORE, ⊹₊°❀‿ LOVE ENOUGH TO DROWN ME OUT.

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  — lupinekit . lupinepaw
  — trans she/her. 11mo apprentice of skyclan. mentored by dandelionwish, padding after falconpaw
  — bobbie x duke. littermate to crowpaw & drowsypaw. older half-sister of hollykit, lionkit, and candorkit
  — a tall, pretty, long-haired black smoke with low white and green eyes
  — smells like sweet lupine flowers and young pine needles
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — fullbody by pikaihao and funnyguy by pin
  — penned by eezy

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[CHRYSALISWING]

Vibrant wildlife seemed to sprout as readily as the verdant plants around them, like the world truly arose when the great grip of leafbare had loosened and rotted. The cyclical nature of seasons was best illustrated to him as a series of decomposing carcasses, almost, though there was much more beauty in the turning of the spells. As the great, white-tipped body of leafbare died, it birthed the newleaf to replace what wrath it had set out into the world, a karmic sort of story. The prey took no time in plumping up for the cats of the pine forest to devour, and did not hide behind veils and palls of draped shadow and satin snow. In fact, the vernal tide had been treating Skyclan quite well, like it were giving them the grace that it could not afford before. Blessings were scarce, only granted when it could bear to. The soft purrs of the wilds around them sounded around the patrol, a sort of sweet symphony that did not play in the audience of alabaster and wasteland. Chrysaliswing missed the quiet drone of humming crickets, as it was almost a conversation that he barely caught on, something to accompany him in the otherwise too-quiet milieu.

The noises of excited apprentices caught the attention of Chrysaliswing's keen, pointed ears. He had just aimed to hunt and get this patrol over with, but the commotion had drawn him away from a foggy stupor, and into the harsher drivel of reality. "It's too small to be a bird egg." Chrysaliswing meowed in a matter-of-factly tone as he padded closer to get a better view of what Orchidpaw and Lupinepaw were looking at. Heterochromatiz gaze blinked with little trace of the animosity he held close like a prayer, and in such simple and standard moments such as this, vitriol faded as easily as the morning mist. Fragile butterfly wing fluttered, like a lamb's gentile bleats, from the egg it had been encased in. It might have been struggling, or perhaps this was on par with the natural course of the chrysalis - he could not say. "Leave it be. A butterfly knows how to get out of its cocoon. Don't disturb it, and especially don't touch it with your grubby little paws." He muttered, taking a note out of Termitehum's many prattlings about the many insects that littered the woodlands.

𝘯𝘰 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 ⚠︎ 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘷𝘦

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  —— CHRYSALISWING / He/They / 23 Moons
  —— Warrior of Skyclan / Mentoring n/a
  —— A long-haired tomcat with chimaeric patterning. His left side is fully black and his right side is black splotched with sunset-orange. He has complete heterochromia, with his right eye being a bright green and his left eye being a glowering yellow.
  —— Abrasive, temperamental, and critical. Approach at your own risk and engage at your own cost. Despite this, he is a hard worker and quick to call out what he finds wrong.
  —— Penned by Tempest. Contact on Discord (naruk4mi) for plots and threads.

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