private THE LOVERS, THE DREAMERS, AND ME — butterflytuft

[LIONPAW]

Exhaustion is worn on the chocolate torbie point's features, from the tip of his scruffy tail to his heavy eyes. Today's training had commenced with a grueling sparring session only to be followed by a hunt afterward. Lionpaw truly did not mind, as he felt better about himself when he was actively contributing to the clan. Still, the tom finds himself frazzled-looking as he dips through SkyClan's camp entrance with a limp mouse in his jaws. A catch such as a squirrel or a mid-sized bird would have been more substantial, surely, but it was better than nothing.

Blue eyes gently land upon the nursery, and within moments, Lionpaw pads over and peeks his head into the entrance. The familiar form of Butterflytuft greets him; she has always been a constant presence in the den. He misses her sometimes, even if he doesn't necessarily show it. The queen had never failed to console him or even be his playmate when his littermates were off doing whatever else. Now she had her paws full with a new array of nursery residents; it seems that Lionpaw is growing up quicker than he realized.

The long-furred trainee approaches the tortoiseshell she-cat on dirtied paws, depositing the fresh-kill at her paws before meowing, "Here y'go, Butterflytuft." Exhaustion crests his voice though it does not overtake it entirely. Dim blue eyes flicker, managing a ghost of a smile before inquiring hoarsely, "How're you 'n Budkit doin'?"

𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✹ . + 　 　˚ 　　　　 · 　 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐈𝐃

• @butterflytuft

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  an apprentice of skyclan, lionpaw is eight moons and is mentored by crowsight. he is the son of doeblaze and blazestar. an amalgamation of his parents, lionpaw exhibits splashes of ginger and chocolate tabby patterns against a thick, longhaired cream pelt.　✦

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[butterflytuft]

As Lionpaw enters the nursery, Butterflytuft looks up from her grooming, her eyes immediately softening at the sight of him. She notices the weariness etched into his young features and feels a pang of sympathy. He's growing so quickly, and she's proud of the cat he's becoming, but she also sees the exhaustion weighing down every muddied step. "Thank you, Lionpaw," She purrs warmly, gently nudging the mouse with her nose. The gesture is more than just a simple offering of fresh-kill. To her, it’s more like a visit from a cherished friend. Even though he’s older and not even her kit, they share a bond, one forged in the nursery and strengthened by the care she always gave him when his mother could not (not through any fault of Doeblaze’s, though!). She remembers the days when he was just a tiny kit at her friend’s side, and she can't help but feel a deep sense of affection for him even now. Her gaze softens further as she studies him, noting the fatigue in his eyes. "You've been working so hard," She murmurs, pride and concern mingling in her tone. "Have you been taking care of yourself?" She reaches out to gently touch his cheek with her nose, a motherly gesture that she hopes brings him some comfort.

At his question, Butterflytuft glances down at the tiny bundle of fur curled up beside her, sound asleep. "Budkit and I are doing well," The tortoiseshell replies, her voice lightening a bit as she talks about her daughter. There is a fondness that twinkles in sunflower eyes as she gazes down at her. "She’s growing strong. You should visit more often - I’m sure she’d love a playmate,” She goes on to playfully mew with a smile.

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