camp Sinners and saints || Butterflies

Dwindlingpaw

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Apr 12, 2024
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⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊ The medicine den's entrance was illuminated by the early morning sun, serving as a reminder to the recluse that life is more than just sleeping. Dwindlingpaw craned her neck to peer outside before her dull eyes grew large. The apprentice's droopy ears pop up in surprise.

She hauls herself up on wobbly paws and somehow avoids falling as she hobbles over to peer outside. The sky was a terrible shade of red, with the rest of it in its typical vibrant array of beautiful blue, purple, and yellow hues.

However, Dwindling wasn't hobbling to the clearing because of the sun. There were white and a few orange butterflies dancing around the blood in the dewy grass and sand. The flame point cat couldn't fathom why they would do something so bizarre. She sat down on trembling legs and stared at the stupid tiny bugs, and a small smile bloomed on her face.


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    Dwindlingpaw— She/Her ・ 8 moons ・ Thunderclan apprentice・ PENNED BY @Ghostunes!
    ☀︎ A charismatic colorful array of cream orange and red fur shaped like an apprentice.
    ☀︎ Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
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[ ༻ ☼ ༺ ] Her sibling had been injured in the uprising by one of Skyclaw's goons, and Fadingpaw had felt bad she hadn't protected her sibling as best as she could. It was her responsibility to make sure her siblings were okay, and she had failed them each. So, Fadingpaw had taken the time she had to go and check on her sister and make sure she was okay when she noticed the other out and about watching some butterflies dancing near blood and the apprentice slipped to stand next to her while Fadingpaw gaze drifted towards the creatures and a stuttering breath lept from her chest.

"They're helping us clean up..." she said softly before looking to the other and aiming to gently press herself against Dwindlingpaw. Her gaze then drifted onto the butterflies as they worked around the blood. Blood that had come from the traitors, from their own... and yet after everything...the camp felt at peace, and a part of Fadingpaw wanted to cry but she forced herself to smile, for her sister and the clan. "Soon enough...this would all feel like a bad dream. How are you feeling?" her words were gentle while she listened to her sister's breathing, eyes dazed over the butterflies and enjoying the silence that surrounded them.

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  • Fadingpaw She/Her, Apprentice of Thunderclan, 8 moons.
    Stocky short flame point tabby she-cat with blue eyes and stubby tail, one floppy ear
    Crimsonsun x Shadedmoon
    peaceful and healing powerplay permitted (ask first) / / underline and tag when attacking
    see battle info here
    penned by Ryn@/Rynnaro on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

Stormkit didn't know much about butterflies other than the fact they were pretty, apparently. And in truth he didn't know all that much about pretty either. It was the sort of thing people said but they didn't really ever explain it to him, but it was whatever, really. He'd decided he could decide what pretty was. That thirst for discovery had managed to bring him out, a little bit away from his family- since the uprising he'd stuck a lot closer to them than ever before.

Voices buzzed nearby, and Stormkit's tall ears swatted toward the sounds. Dad had told him a lot when he was younger to watch where he was going, and after a bit of trial and error Stormkit had figured out that meant be a bit more careful when you hear or smell a bunch of cats nearby. So he slowed his gair, hearing the budding conversation between, uh... two cats, something like that. He wasn't that good at telling, but- yeah, that was Fadingpaw... and Fadingpaw was talking to someone...

"Who's they?" Stormkit wrinkled his nose up after Fadingkit spoke about some mystery helpers. "The warriors? Y'know that's their job." His tone took on a smug, know-it-all air... surely apprentices should know that warriors couldn't just slack off and let everyone else to the cleaning.
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