something special & chrysalispaw

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So there was this thing that was very common in the twolegplace, it was ranted and raved about with the other kittypets and their humans. Also, the clan didn't have many holidays anyway! Why not have a bit of fun and share apart of the other side of the coin? A little red, heart-shaped thing was dangling from a pale white and cream striped maw. Paws happily trotted along the muddy ground as the slush melted further and further, giving hope for that of new leaf or something of the sort. Les blizzards is what she only asked for.

Anyway, the young apprentice was excited for the day and knew of two cats she wanted to share with this day; Chrysalispaw and Quillpaw. Though she wanted to see the chimera cat first as he'd be easier to find in camp than Quillpaw was as he always seemed to be out in the forest doing something or other. So, finding the prior cat was easier done and she'd have to see Quillpaw at a later time that day. With her plans for him, she hoped it would be later cause it would go so well.

Banapaw shook her head slightly and pushed through the camps' entrance, and glanced around for a moment. She didn't see him right off the bat and she moved towards the edge of camp, setting down the shiny, red thing she'd been carrying. The taste was weird on her tongue and she lapped at her chest to hopefully get rid of the senstion of tinsel on her tongue. Suppose she would have to wait a moment and she settled down with her paws under her chest.


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[CHRYSALISWING]

Bananapaw was one of the only felines of Skyclan that the boy could even stand, and that was quite a high bar for any cat to set for themselves, for Chrysalispaw regarded the rest of the world with a flammable temper struck by nail-carved flint. He wasn't easy to befriend, and he never intended to be. He did not see his own wildfire-blessed temperament as a litmus test for those worthy, but simply an unknowably rabid force that could not be bayed by fleeced falsehoods and downy niceties. His streamlined saunter traveled ghostly and quiet through the camp, as though some specter avoiding those that would smite it with mere gazes of burning coal, as even microcosms of the molten sun were enough to tear at its feeble form. Well, he was nowhere near as dainty as a spirit, but he hated any undue attention anyhow. That was, until his gaze caught upon a familiar flash of tan and white, and something in him compelled him to stop. Like the running river, he rarely ceased unless it were for good reason, but he found no logic in his diverted heed. Still, he decided to pay Bananapaw a visit.

Chrysalispaw padded to Bananapaw until he stopped a bit before his paws would meet hers, day's shadow illuminating the apprentice as he sat down, curling a gracile tail around winter-worn mitts. A glowering gaze seized upon the rather odd shiny and red thing that Bananapaw brought along with her, made up of some sort of element that he had never seen before in the forest - but if he had to liken it to anything, it would be a very burnished stone. Confusion flushed through his face more than anything borne of true malice, leaching into gaunt countenance and molding through impressionable features, though ones usually twisted and marred into expressions of ire. "What even is that...?"

His snout rumpled back as a keen nose detected the distinctive stench of the Twolegplace, and he fought everything in him to not retch at such repulsiveness, quelling ungraceful motions if only to keep his stilled composure. That scent seemed to find him even in the wildest tapers of the Skyclan territory, for their clan had been so irreversibly stained with kittypet-hood that it was preeminent in just about everything. From the water to the winds, he knew it to be immutable with the smell of the wild warrior. Still, he could pick it apart from any true musk of the forest. "It smells weird, by the way."​

 

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Tiny, heart shaped and an obxcious shade of red what was she had brought into camp. She would get an earfull from Blazestar about twoleg items or even more of a talking too by Alice or Sharpeye, but it was all she could think of to bring. There was an attempt at bringing her treats to camp to share, but she had ate most of them before she left. Bananapaw had a horrible habit of indulging herself in food. Regardless, it was simple, small and told her feelings outright when her words suffered the greatest.

Those green eyes had been staring out into the distance in her train of thought, day dreaming in a way of what could happen or scenes that would never exist. She didn't noticed a shadow furred cat approaching her, didn't think he'd even approach her, and her gaze widened slightly as she came back into the here and now. Bananapaw had to tilt her head up to look up at Chrysalispaw, he was so close to her she could smell that strong aroma of crisp autumn leaves and felt her cheeks rise with warmth.

Blunt as always as Chrysalispaw asked her what she had with her and that it infact smelled funny to which she gave a snort of amusement at, "You could say I smell funny then too, hm?" She questioned back with a little giggle of playfulness. Something about the tom made her feel giddy, in a different way than what Quillpaw made her feel. like she couldn't wait to crawl under his skin. Push his buttons till she snapped either at her or some poor unwilling victim.

"I brought it for you, actually," Bananapaw admitted softly after a moment, and moved to sit up from where she lay on the ground. She grasped the item between her toes, offering it with an outstreched paw to Chrysalispaw, "Its heart shaped, and it was for my twolegs party today. The cats around my neighborhood say its Valentines Day," She seemed to swallow hard and her deeper green gaze broke away from the chimera tomcat to the ground below.

"A day meant to show your apperciation and care for someone, and well I couldn't help but think of you," And Quillpaw, my sister, my mother she thought after the fact but her tongue felt dry suddenly as if she had been talking far too much. Probably to Chrysalispaw this was true though to her she had just begun. There was so much to say but it all fell flate, and instead she offered a shy smile with her ears flicking back in embaressment, "You probably think its silly and stuff..but like you could keep it in your nest or something,"

Bananapaw finally looked up at Chrysalispaw - had he always been taller than her?- and could feel her own stupidity burn at her ear tips. Of course he was going to think of it as silly, stupid, something bad and she'd probably just get a prickly response from him. Though these where all assumption made out of her own emotions and she lowered her paw a bit with a glance sideways, trying to think of something to say to exucuse the idea. To dismiss it as something silly, or that it wasn't actually for Chrysalispaw. Yet her mind drew a blank and she could feel ringing in her ears.

She just hoped the rejection would be swift.

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[CHRYSALISWING]

An artificial and Twoleg-fashioned scent flooded Chrysalispaw's senses, and if he had to liken it to anything, then perhaps he'd compare it to the aroma of sprightly summer. He vaguely remembered the blooms of green-leaf's gracious garth, but even in his ambiguity he knew it wasn't as canorous nor prideful. Whatever flowers her Twolegs were growing, they must be incredibly potent - especially if they could flourish in the likes of lamentable leaf-bare. This scent did not make him wretch or gag, strangely, as though it simply caroled of a life so far from his. It was a story, though in an indecipherable language from his own wilderness. It almost seemed inviting in the way that it clung to Bananapaw's pelt, like a veil of down draped just upon glossy coat, shielding her from the true horrors of what lie in the forest. The daylight warriors had it easy, and that was what he hated. He would normally say it was a cop-out, a cowardice, a cheat - but he didn't feel that way now. He couldn't tell what he was feeling, really.

Her next words only made sharpened features loosen in a slightly visible confusion, as if contracting strings and strongly-drawn borders were now released from a taut prison, and now fell limp yet liberated upon a paper canvas. It was rare that he ever allowed the stone wall to crack, and even more so to allow the ichor of vulnerability to bleed through. Did she really go through all that trouble to get a little gift for him? He wasn't worth it, surely. He hadn't done anything to warrant or deserve it. The apprentice wasn't used to receiving such gaffes for gifts, so it felt almost wrong to accept it without some sort of payment. That must be it. She must want something in return.

"... Thanks. For the gift, I mean." He practically spluttered out a mutter of a sentence, and an uncharacteristic stutter befell the usually-haughty feline, as though the arrogant bird had been torn down from the sky from which its throne lie. Without a throne was a king not, and without his barriers was he not. He tore his gaze away as if he couldn't stand to look at Bananapaw while besmirching what little reputation he had, and the mere thought of saying a simple 'thanks' was enough to shatter him into pieces. Now, he felt some sort of shame burn beneath his coat for not following through on this 'Valentine's Day' tradition. "I didn't get you anything... Yet, I guess." Damnit, why'd you have to get me something? Now I have to search for something for you.​

 

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Those green eyes blinked slightly at the other as he thanked her for the gift. Bananapaw opened her mouth smartly to say something, but nothing came out and it was just her opening her jaw slightly. She then shook her head slightly and nudged the present over to him, "You don't need to get me anything, really I promise," She reassured the tomcat with a gentle dip of her head. Honestly, this went over better than she had anticipated it to go. She was so sure she would've been mocked or laughed at or something of the more gruesome nature of the chimera, so she was pleasantly surprised.

Chrysalispaw actually accepted her gift.

"Its fake, so it won't die or get gross or anything like that," She offered as a means to continue the conversation, she didn't want to pull away. He was being so sweet to her, sweet in his own Chrys-like fashion but nonetheless. The hints of a smile played at the corner of her lips and she lifted her head up to look up at Chrysalispaw with those rounded green eyes of hers, "But if you must find me something, like it might kill you not too, I do like yellow and flowers," A girly girl at heart really, but she was simple to please. Anything that came from the ink and red splotched cat would be cherished till its demise to age.

Bananapaw then broke eye contact for a moment before looking back towards those heterochromatic gaze. He stood so close too her, she could feel his breath on her cheek and smell the crisp autumn leaves that adorn the others' pelt. The pale and white she-cat relaxed her shoulders slightly and then went on ahead to touch her nose to his cheek softly. Quick and painless, "But really, you do not have to get me something in return,"

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[CHRYSALISWING]

"Good to know." The curtness returned to a rime-ridden meow, as though wintry will had curled up in his throat, and exhumed itself with each breath he stole. For all his dislike of the season, his demeanor seemed to be ripped straight from it. Perhaps that was the true nature of leaf-bare - to swallow and spit up those that were just as contemptuous and cynical as it. Not that it was winter's fault, since he had always been this way. He stared downwards at the shiny red thing that Bananapaw brought him, confusion lighting heterochromatic gaze once more, twin moons glaring down at such a curious little apparatus. On second inspection, it looked more like an furled flower as though it had the pride for gauche color but not for uncurled petals. It certainly wasn't as fragile as the typical flower, though. It was a steel floret, a metallic bloom... That was just his conjecture, anyhow.

Yellow and flowers, huh? Blossoms tended to be hard to come by when they were wilted by ruinous leaf-bare, and he doubted Bananapaw wanted soggy and bowed flowers in exchange for all the trouble. Such a light color would surely blend in with the waning snowmelt, and he could barely even see the rats from the rubbish. A sigh flushed itself from his lips, a hot breath that sang of exasperation, as if he had brought this upon himself somehow. He figured he shouldn't have been nice to Bananapaw that one time, because now he was stuck in this stupid situation. Why'd you have to make it so hard to give you something? Maybe she's trying to make it hard. I can't tell how she-cats even think.

"What do I do with this, anyways? Put it in my nest? Eat it?" Deft paws fumbled with the tinsel contraption, as it seemed almost hollow like a bird's bone, though nowhere near as delicate as avian features. Where he expected crunches or snaps was met by a concave ringing, like the cry of the songbird though much more soulless and tone-deaf. It was melodic, though, in its own way. It was unlike anything he had ever encountered in the forest or even near the Twolegplace. Whatever it was, it must have some pertinent significance to those that had created it, because he sure as hell couldn't guess what it was used for.
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[Honeysplash]

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There was a light sound of a giggle that came from the she-cat as she shook her head slightly, "No you don't eat it, that would give you the most upset stomach," she responded happily and puffed out her chest slightly, "Its a flower, you use flowers to decorate ya know? Or we could bury it and come back for it years later like some silly cliche," Bananapaw was always the optimist and she wanted to make Chrysalispaw happy, was her likes a little to vague? She'd love anything that the chimera tomcat could give her. Anything was worth it cause at least she was thought about!

"Otherwise, you can do what you want with the item, it don't matter to me," She offered him a third option to eating it or keeping it in his nest. Maybe it was a silly little gift, something she should've talked to him about before just showing up with it. Chrysalispaw didn't even like her like that and she felt so inclined to getting him something for a twoleg holiday. The realization hit hard and she looked from the tomcat before her to down at the ground, then to the flower, "Do you not like it?" She asked softly after a moment.

Her gaze unwillingly watered in response to being possibly rejected. It wasn't intentionally, it was just her response to emotion and she absolutely hated it. It made her look like a cry baby or crying will get her what she wants, but she was okay if Chrysalispaw didn't feel the same about her. She thought of them as friends, close friends even, and she didn't want to ruin that because of some silly dead flower. "You don't have to keep it if you don't want too, you won't hurt my feelings," She gave a weak smile and rubbed a paw to her green eye, annoyed sigh coming from her nose as she felt water on her fur. Don't cry she thought annoyed with herself.

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[CHRYSALISWING]

"Oh." The chimaera pawed at the ringing "flower" again with one paw, garish reds most similar to the deep crimsons of blood, or perhaps the reverie of a deepened sunset. Red was such a versatile color, in danger or in beauty did it present. It made deciphering the true meaning of the object harder, though perhaps it was all that Bananapaw said it was. An adornment, a decoration, a threadbare thing. It was still foreign to the wild cat, which made it all the more exotic despite the mundanity that the Twolegs procured the thing by. The tom pondered how the Twolegs could have grown such a metallic and, frankly, unnatural blossom from their gardens. Did their sun come from a bowed head of metal, too? And their soil hardened and indelible as well? Maybe even their grass was more thistle than twine. He wondered, then, how hard it must have been to covet such a lacquered and elegant petal. Did the Twolegs miss it, or could they easily grow another one? Those creatures were weird, and maybe their sense of seasons was abnormal as well. Maybe their metallic "flowers" grew in the winter and wilted in the summer.

You didn't have to get me this, you know. He wished to mutter to the tan-and-white she-cat, though his tongue hid behind ivory bars, as though some sort of iron chain held acerbic words from being spat out. He was never one for restraint when it came to brutal honesty. Still, that which bound him was harder to break free from than he anticipated. Chrys would never admit it, but he quite admired the unwavering selflessness that Bananapaw had, like the very sun and the rays that flowed from its presence. It was something that could not be exhausted, unlike most of the other felines that he encountered. Most of them never bothered to tame his parlance, but she was different. That persevering love that outpoured from the molly was, undeniably, a good quality.

That sort of existence seemed impossible for him, and his patience ran as thin as a cord strung between the earthbound anchor and the taller ceiling of the sky. He'd never be able to be like that.

"No! No, uh, I like it." He hadn't realized that tears pricked at the edges of butter-soft eyes, and strangely, he didn't want to see that. He attributed it to not enjoying the strident sound of crying, with mucus and snot flying everywhere. It was disgusting. "Just, don't cry about it. Please." Otherwise, I'd have to comfort you and clean up the mess. On second thought, the Twoleg-flower was not the worst thing in the world to him. It was exotic, though it did not hurt him. It was almost fascinating, really. He could grow used to its tinselly clinking.​

 

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Bananapaw quickly looked down towards the ground and gave a small nod, she wasn't trying to cry about it. It just sorta happened all the time. Like her body built up so much tears that they just exploded from her face at any given time. The young she-cat twitched her tail slightly and gave a small smile at Chrysalispaw, "Im glad you like it though, even if it is a little silly," she mused towards him. Then her green gaze fell to the sky and she twitched her tail slightly, she was going to be late.

"I-Uh- gotta go. I'm suppose to meet Quillpaw before I head home," Bananapaw quickly spoke and took a breath as she sped run that sentence, "I'll see you in the morning okay? We should go on a patrol together or something," She smiled sweetly and stood up from where she had been sitting on the ground. Her butt felt wet from the mud though it was better than sitting in the more mushy mud that she could never get out of her fur. This at least would be able to be licked out before she got back to her twolegs.

A step was taken back before the tawny and white cat seemed to change her mind on something. Green gaze looked up into heterochomia of golden amber and spring grass, a face usually etched with a sour expression seemed softer in a way. Was that cause of her or her crying? She hoped it was the gift rather than her verge of tears.

Bananapaw gave a small breath through her nose to ease her anxiety before taking that step back towards Chrysalispaw, and felt her chest fur brush his as she moved her head to place a lick to his right cheek. A soft purr came from her before she stepped back a few paces and dipped her head, "See ya tomorrow, silly little bug," She grinned widely, her gaze lighting up before she turned to head off for her meeting place with Quillpaw.

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