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The trees were her home, the trees are where she roamed.
Figpaw finds herself soaring through the trees, her paws almost more often than not in the air then on bark. Pine nettles shake in her wake, she was chasing a squirrel but as most other hunting sessions she gets distracted. When Tallulahwing catches up she will probably get an earful, but that was worth all the fun she was having, right?
Rapidly day turns to dusk, but that won't stop Figpaw from her airborne adventures. Especially not when she laid eyes on the most beautiful sight, illuminated butterflies dance in the night. They dance with her up in the trees, glowing like eternally lit fireflies. She giggles with glee as butterfly wings kiss her fur as they pass by.
Tireless paws decide to halt on a sturdy branch to laze and watch the display the glowing butterflies made. There were so many, all varying shapes and sizes. During the moment she does not question the logics of where had these mysterious butterflies come from? Where have they been hiding in the forest? She would ponder and theorize later; in this moment she decides to take in the magic.
Orange eyes are captivated by a specific butterfly, one that was medium in size.The insect gracefully floats down towards her, giving off weak flaps of its wings. Figpaw's smile descends into a frown upon noticing something different about this butterfly, its wing was gently torn. It was not flying, and it was not gliding, it was falling.
Figpaw extends a rear leg to provide a landing spot for the butterfly, it's injury causing a knot to form in her stomach as a heavy wave of sympathy floods her. Poor thing... to never be able to fly again? How could a butterfly manage without the gift of its wings? Could butterfly wings heal in time? Even so would its delicate wings ever be able to soar like they use to?
The insect lands on her leg, it scurries to her lower thigh before coming to a halt and fanning it's wings out in what the red tabby guesses is a resting position. In watching this butterfly move on her leg she realizes something with a fierce jolt. Before her eyes the limb shrivels up and all she can do is watch with her jaw agap in both shock and realization. Despite the change her leg went through to more accurately reflect reality, the butterfly remained.
"This isn't real, is it?" Figpaw whispers as if asking the butterfly.
It is not. Her own inner voice answers back. She closes her eyelids to blink, but when she opens them she is not surrounded by glowing butterflies. She is back in the medicine cats den with the ache of her leg, the scent of herbs, and the sounds of a sleeping Dawnglare in the distance.
Figpaw doesn't even have the energy to cry... all she does is let out a sorrowful mrrow and rests her chin on her paw, her eyes shining with sadness and grief for a reality that never was and never will be.
( primary character / "speech" / ic opinions )
╰ ★ ჻ 001 GENERAL INFORMATION ,
· FIGPAW, AMAB — she / her
╰ ‣ 7 moons .
╰ ‣ skyclan apprentice . believes in starclan, doesn't fully understand
╰ ★ ჻ 002 VISUALS & AESTHETICS ,
· DOMESTIC FELINE, smells like pine nettles & sap, status — 100%
╰ ‣ A red tabby she-cat with orange eyes.
╰ ★ ჻ 003 MENTALITY & MANNERISMS ,
· ENFP-A ❝ CAMPAIGNER❞ , Gryfindor, Lawful Good
╰ ‣ Excitable, generous, caring, quick-to-act, daft, naive
╰ ‣ finds relative ease relating to others . kind-hearted, will show mercy
╰ ★ ჻ 004 INTERACTIONS & RELATIONSHIPS ,
· NPC X DAISYFLIGHT, sister to Greenpaw, Violetpaw, Snowpaw & Butterflypaw
╰ ‣ IDK HER SEXUALITY I LIED . mistakes admiration for romantic feelings
╰ ‣ Apprentice to Tallulahwing
╰ ‣ poor fighter . okay hunter .
╰ ‣ unlikely to start fights . will flee .
╰ ‣ attack in underline . penned by user @ava.
