American Attraction [P]

[Rose]

[ Time is turning back.
Turning back.
Turning back. ]

Butterflybrook

She/Her

Well. Dawnstar was quite the spoilsport with all her new rules. Perhaps she should be blaming those unlawful warriors, going against nature and killing their own clanmates. They had been the ones to pressure Dawnstar into that rule. "Well," She muttered to herself, darting on quick paws out of the warrior's den and towards the camp entrance. Intrusive, watchful eyes burned into the back of her head, and attempting to shake the feeling away as she might, Butterflybrook could not dislodge this unsettling feeling. No matter, she was carefree as a bird, or better yet, a butterfly. Butterflies and birds didn't get caged.

"I won't let that mange-pelt control where I go and don't." The chimera mumbled, muscles tensed as she crouched a little ways away from camp entrance, where some idiots guarded it. Drat, she'd forgotten about them. Brow furrowing with newfound irritation, Butterflybrook considered ways to make them let her through. They'd probably stop her if she tried leaving alone. Dawnstar suck-ups. She didn't have anything particularly against the leader, but it was easy to say Butterflybrook just.. amused herself with disobeying authority. Like her older sister. Ugh, Dappledleaf would skin her alive if she found out about the sneaking-out attempts, or the going-against-Dawnstar's-orders. Blah, blah, who cared.

Except. Butterflybrook did care. It hurt, the blatant disrespect she received from her older sister. Then again, Butterflybrook supposed she deserved this cold treatment. She and Dappledleaf had ruined their relationship moons ago. Jaw clenched, the tensed feline rises to her full height, sitting back on her rump to scrutinize the guards stationed at camp entrance. There is a way to leave - through the dirt pile tunnel - but Butterflybrook was too sophisticated to use apprentice methods of sneaking out.

Fine.

She supposed that she'd just have to drag someone out with her. Green-yellow heterochromatic eyes narrowing slightly, the peach and grey feline scanned the clearing for someone to pester. Until. Her gaze landed on Vulture'fang, and she couldn't resist sauntering over to offer the tom and offering him a self-righteous smile. "Care to take a walk?" There was no reason for the abrupt interruption of Vulture'fang's time. In truth, Butterflybrook's nerves were just frayed by the way Dappledleaf had treated her in the nursery not so long ago.

[ @Leafí - Vulture'fang ]

[elaif]

:*:Vulture'fang:*:

Sleep.
That was all the scarred tom craved these days. Nothing of interest ever happened in this dump. Well... interesting things such as violence death, seemed so commonplace here: so much in fact it seemed kits were desensitized by it. And last time he checked, that wasn't normal.
If you wanted a buzz of excitement from drama, it'd be better if you went somewhere else, somewhere where everything wasn't on repeat.

Boredom seemed to haze his mind as he hunkered down into a more comfortable resting position. A few thoughts crossed his dead mind as he sat there in a state of self-loathing. One of which was something he mused over often. Was Dawn'star being over bearing? Every cat who resided in shadow'clan has had the thought cross their mind as least once. And this instance was no different. Dawnies new laws had made his skin crawl in irritation. You weren't allowed to leave camp without someone else. That was understanble for apprentices... but for warriors? C'mon now! He was a grown ass adult! And being an adult meant you didn't have to be Babysat!,

As much as he wanted to fuss over such things, he found it relatively pointless to worry about.
Snips was just lookin' out for her clan, so he just had to swallow his pride and move on. And besides, was it that big of a deal? Vulture'fang preferred to lounge around rather than trapse about the territory. So, this technically didn't hurt him beyond his stubborn emotions being injured. It was bearable, albeit annoying, but bearable.

A bit of time passed as he lay there... mind captivated in an endless void. This occurrence carried on until approaching paw steps snapped him out of his stupor. His oblivious self made it back down to earth as he flung his gaze towards the approaching cat.
In that moment he found his eyes widen briefly as two questions filled his mind. Who was she? And how had he never noticed her? This molly was single handily the hottest cat in Shadowclan(that in itself is rare), and yet he only just realized she existed. Talk about a diamond in the ruff!

For a couple heartbeats he sat there gawking, confused on what to do. Eventually snatching up his bearrings, Vulture'fang managed to process her question. She wanted to walk with him? Alright... Don't get too excited, she was probably just asking cause she had too. Yeah, that was the unfortunate truth. As disappointing as it was, at least he would be able to interact with this babe.
"Walk with you? Don't mind if I do Doll-face!" He responded in a rather enthusiastic tone. Getting to his large paws, he shook out his pelt and gave his chest a couple licks. "I normally like to skip introductions, but I gotta have a name to go with such a pretty face... So do mind sharing?" Classic Vulture'fang, never one to miss out on a chance to flirt. No matter how cringe educing it was.

// @Rose \\
( GAhh.. I'm so sorry that this is rushed and all over the place! The weather is wacky at my place, and it's only a matter of time before the power goes out )

[Rose]

Butterflybrook
She/Her

Her question had been a bit hasty, sure, and Butterflybrook had begin to doubt that approaching someone as closed off and solitary as Vulture'fang was a bad idea. After all, Little Red Riding Hood hadn't purposefully walked up to the Big Bad Wolf, but now it was too late to backtrack. However, despite her momentary hesitation, the scarred tom in front of her seemed quite eager to accompany her on her walk. Well, that suited her fancy just fine! Perking up, Butterflybrook almost entirely missed her Clanmates words, until she realized what he'd called her, and she paused to shoot him an inquisitive glance.

"Doll-face?" The damsel repeated, trying the word on her tongue. Humming appreciatively at the hidden compliment, the grey and cream chimera inclined her head in Vulture'fang's direction. "Are we to go around calling nice-to-look-at cats Doll-face, hm? I can do that too, darling." The words were a suggestive drawl, tone laced with the same mirth that danced behind her yellow-green heterochromatic eyes.

Lest this cat linger too long on her usual flirtatious manner, Butterflybrook slowly began making her way towards the tunnel that led outside of camp, glancing every now and then over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't just walking off on her own like a fool, and that Vulture'fang was still behind her. His next words, however, stopped her midway in her tracks and caused her to pivot back around to face him.

Oh, he didn't know her name? Usually, that would have struck Butterflybrook as odd, but now she recognized that Vulture'fang was one of the few not of ShadowClan by birth. Of course he wouldn't know her name, not that Butterflybrook took any offense of it. She didn't really care what others thought of her. Well, at least now she could have fun with this. Turning and offering her companion a sweet, innocent smile, the chimera female lifted a shoulder in an elegant half-shrug. "Oh, you don't know my name?" She questioned, repeating his words like a simpleton as heterochromatic hues drifted upward to meet the tom's icey blue gaze. Except now, the corners of her mouth too tilted upwards in a mischevious grin. "Everyone knows my name, it's Fangvulture after all. Now that I think about it, it's not so dissimilar from yours."

Picking up the pace as Butterflybrook turned on her heel to head towards camp exit, the grey and cream feline said nothing after this, giving the tom a few moments to voice or enact his reaction. Likely, Vulture'fang wouldn't believe her words, but who cared? They were just a jest, after all. Teasing, if he would.

Lifting a paw to hide a highly amused grin full of white fangs, Butterflybrook took off without warning, racing through camp's exit and yelling a; "I'm with him, don't you try and stop me!" over her shoulder at the guards who eyed her with suspicion. Rules, bleh. Butterflybrook hated rules. If she wanted to, she could run away from ShadowClan and no one would stop her, hm? But no, Dawnstar's tyranny had raged long enough. This, this, ugh. This way Dawnstar led her Clan. It was barbaric, not that Butterflybrook was calling herself any better for sitting back and doing nothing. ShadowClan could call her, label her, a coward, but she was just trying to keep her head on her shoulders.

Skidding to a stop in a random part of ShadowClan's territory, Butterflybrook paused to pant, heartbeat pounding faster than a jack-rabbits. Okay, she had gotten a little too excited there. Another thing Dappledleaf highly disliked about her. Truth be told, Butterflybrook was erratic, and barely ever stopped to think on her actions. It was something those who bothered to stop and communicate with her knew.

But now, curiously peering over her shoulder to see if she'd run too far and left her company behind. Oops. "Hey! Doll-face, you there?" Butterflybrook called out loud, probably scaring away all the prey in the vicinity. Eh, she wasn't here to hunt anyway. Mmm, she probably also shouldn't have used his own nickname on him. It could probably be perceived as mocking, but Butterflybrook usually didn't worry on anything. She tossed it all aside and pretended not to care, because it was easiest that way.

[ @Leafí - Vulture'fang | You're good! No need to apologize, aha, I love reading your posts. Tfw you can finally put a garbled OC personality into posts and have it make sense. Pff, I'm letting Butterfly write herself and her personality is working so far. Thank youuu, probably would not have been able to put her into words if not for this roleplay :0 ps. i love vulture, he is awesome just like u ]

[elaif]

:*: Vulture'fang :*:

Alright, she could play the game just the same.
While it wasn't unusual that someone flirted back in the same manor, it was bit of a stupefaction. But from the looks of her what did he even expect? A minute smirk flickered across the ruined edge of his maw. Although it had been no more than a couple of seconds with her, he was already split on whether or not he liked her snobby personality. Defiantly different from the norm, but he couldn't deem if it was in a flattering way. This was something the tom didn't consider a drawback.... A pretty face was a pretty face no matter how spoiled she seemed. Not to mention, he wasn't any better.
His gaze followed her petite form as she began to saunter away, so in return, he too got his paws and made his way after the molly. Mid-way there, she paused and chirped her concerns at the scarred tom. Her chattering rang in his frayed ears, immediately recognizing she was just being a smart-ass. Did it get on his nerves? Hell yeah... But in all the right ways. Vulture'fang felt his feelings twist as he realized he liked her foolery; it was fitting in some befuddling way. One complaint stilled remained in his mental abode, she didn't give him a name. Obviously, the smartest option was to spew out the dumbest nickname imaginable, and then when diva got tired of it maybe then she would spill the beans? Awful plan considering he didn't want to her chase her away, buuuuuuuuuuut then again, nothing was better than ticking someone off. Especially since Miss Ma'am had already done it, he found it was just common decency to return the favor.
Passing the guards posted at camps entrance, he didn't so much as give them as second glance. Instead, his attention was yet again pinned on the chatter-mag who had run up ahead. UGH..... This was already too much work. If he had known exercising was part of this bargain, he wouldn't have signed up. Seeing that he didn't have a choice in the situation, he thundered after her. Now ya see, he HATED running with a passion. It was a bane in his very existence. Not only did it take out a lot of energy to move this hot bod, but his thick unruly fur also found every way possible to drag him down. And these complications didn't even focus on his lousy lungs. To him, these seemed like perfectly plausible excuses, so he had kept with em till this very day.
Vulture'fang kept up with the chase, always a little more than a tail-length away. So, when the molly FINALLY came to a stop- thank God- he ceased his running in a very ungraceful manor. " Yup, " The tom managed. " Right behind ya Franny." Since 'Doll-face' had already be used by the newly named 'Franny' he deiced it was the right time to come up with a new name. Secretly he was proud of the title, it was undeniably ugly sounding. Which also meant it had to be annoying to some degree.
Vulture'fang still proud of his actions, evened out his breathing and cast a glance at the surrounding area. The torment was over, so what now?

// @Rose \\
( I'll apologize once more: Srry for the wait and I tried to give a lengthy post, but kinda failed ;-; )

[Rose]

Butterflybrook
She/Her

As Butterflybrook twirled in a circle, olive and yellow hues twinkling with mischief, she caught sight of Vulture'fang in the midst of a rather ungraceful halt. Well. The man could run, she'd give him that. He'd kept up with her, to which she had no complaint. Being all alone in ShadowClan's forest would no doubt summon some sort of Enforcer-dog to take her back to camp for punishment. Ugh, rules.

Focusing on what was in front of her now gave her less of a headache. Vulture'fang had kept up with her during her run duration, sure. Except, he looked deliciously irritated that she'd made him work his limbs. Oh, heaven forbid some exercise! Grinning rather devilishly, the slim feline only scoffed with amusement at the nickname she'd been given. 'Franny.' It was a whole lot better than what Dappledleaf called her on a daily basis. Muzzle wrinkling with distaste upon the thought of her older half-sister, Butterflybrook had to wrench herself back to focus on the present.

Which was in an abandoned clearing with someone who looked rather intriguing. Sidling over to Vulture'fang side, Butterflybrook unabashedly invaded the tom's personal space without a second thought, tipping her head back to over-dramatically bat her lashes up at him. "Franny?" She pouted, expression put-out. "Come now, Doll-face. I'd thought someone as obviously handsome as yourself would be more gentlemanly to their lady companions." However, she still didn't supply her name. Moons of bothering her sister and family had made irritating games a pastime companion.

[ @Leafí - Vulture'fang | Pff, don't worry about it!! (Please forgive me, I took forever on replying to this) Also my own post lengths are going to waver SO much, so I don't mind short posts at all ]

[elaif]

:*: Vulture'fang :*:

Well, darn it.
His little name did nothing to upset the molly. All of that hard work was put to abomination. Normally any title he passed out was taken in with malice, but not with Butterfly'brook. Of course, the one person he wanted to bother the most acted in the exact opposite way. What a joke.... Where was the fun in any of it? Grunting with an obvious crossness, Vulture'fang righted himself and evened out his breathing. He supposed there would be another opportunity to get on her nerves, he just had to be paitent.

Scared gaze roving along the empty clearing, it eventually fell back on Franny. The molly had made her way over to his side and was practically breathing his own air. Jeez- did this woman not know what personal space was? Although something in his mind told him she knew exactly what it was, she just took her liberty in not caring. Another thing that eventually crawled into his ever-growing list of peeves. While her actions did somewhat stir him in the wrong way, the large tom couldn't help feel embarrassment warm his ears. However much he wanted to hold a grudge, he was finding it nigh impossible. Such things couldn't stick around for long, he had a huge underline weakness.... and it was women... especially the good looking ones.

Her words filled his ears as his attention came back into focus.
A ruff laugh escaped clenched teeth, " HA! 'Gentlemanly' my ass!" Vulture'fang gave Butterfly'brook a good sported shove. " Your real funny y'know that? If you wanted someone to massage your paws and call you 'My Dear', you came to the wrong guy." he snickered at thought, him a gentleman? That was a good one!"No knight in shining armor here, you're just stuck with me Doll-face." Barking out his last laughs, he moved his tail to flick the mollies ear tip, " I'll take the complement though..." He flashed a quick wink at her before stepping further into the clearing.

After his own 'pleasantries' were dispensed, Vulture'fang inhaled deeply; taking in the smells around him. Nothing special was obvious in these parts, so why bother coming here? Was it just to privately make jabs at him? Eh, who knows... Franny might've just led him out here just so she could kill him. Anything was possible...Especially with her. So, he could only hope she brought him out here for good reasons. Cause lord knows he didn't run all this way just to sit here like a bunch of ducks. Throwing a glance over his shoulder he absently mindedly uttered his thoughts out loud, " Hey Franny... Why all the way out here? Tryna kill me or some crap?" This of course was meant to be a joke... he hoped... So, he wasn't quite sure what reaction he'd get from this. Let's just pray that his jesting wouldn't be met with a farfetched truth.

// @Rose \\
( Shhhh- i totally didn't take forever to respond- )

[Rose]

Butterflybrook
She/Her

"Massage my paws?" Butterflybrook repeated, muzzle wrinkling with mild annoyance. "Dear?" She grumbled, sticking her tongue out. "Only Dappledleaf calls everyone dears and it gets on my nerve, the way they all look up to her like she's some savior. She's so.. ugh." Propriety be darned, Butterflybrook probably ought not to have said that. Out loud, of all things. Stars, she'd lost her temper a moment there. Some could say Butterflybrook's emotions changed by the second, fizzling and twisting in a confusing maze that whatever was on top made no sense. She probably was a little wrong in the head. Being constantly denied the regular attentions did that to a cat. "But nevermind my half-sister out here. Why ruin the daylight with her name." Out here, away from her family, she was freer than a bird - than a butterfly. Free to spread her fragile wings and do whatever she pleased. One of the reasons for Butterflybrook's constant treks out of camp, that was for sure.

Speaking of gentlemen (or not)...

"Yep!" She responded matter-of-factually to his murmured question, her own voice solemnly serious. "I brought you out here to slit your throat in broad daylight, because isn't that the most romantic thought ever?" Butterflybrook questioned, raising a catbrow and shooting her companion a pointed look, as if she dared him to disagree. Eventually, the molly gave up her own game, prancing over on light paws. "No, you idiot." She chided, stopping in front of him to give his chest a useless shove that probably wouldn't even do anything. She had no interest putting any force behind the push, anyway. (or so she said. anything to make herself not seem weak.) "For the record, that was for shoving me earlier, much as I like to hear you guffaw like a buffoon. And for calling me Franny." Her words were backed by a flash of fangs - a charming visionary smile, some might say, before Butterflybrook danced back from her Clanmate and twirled in a happy little circle to face the other direction, her back to Vulture'fang.

"We're going exploring!" the split-faced molly exclaimed extravagantly, sitting back on her hindlegs to spread her front paws up to the skies and wide in an inviting gesture. Here, she glanced over her shoulder at Vulture'fang. "Lucky for you, I'm the best at exploring." (That was a total lie) "Possibly even better than you. Why, we're going to find a stream filled with the most brilliant bugs to ever exist. A brook filled with butterflies, if you must know, since ShadowClan doesn't have much water. That was probably kind of obvious, though, seeing as my name-" Cutting off abruptly, the slender molly snapped her mouth shut and offered Vulture'fang a guarded look. Oh dear, she'd almost slipped up there. Now to see if Vulture'fang was just brawn and no brains or both brains and brawn - hmm, Butterflybrook really didn't know which she preferred more.

Meh, no one had ever taught her not to play with her food, anyway.

[ @Leafí - Vulture'fang | Vulture can say goodbye to ever finding peace again ]

[elaif]

:*: Vulture'fang:*:

Again, with her snarky remarks.
At this point it was obvious that she only seemed to live off of pestering others. What's a guy to do in this situation? He listened with a grimace on face, pretending he hated hearing the molly spit out sentence after sentence. While, yes, it got tiresome hearing someone rant about God-knows-what, that voice of hers was the only reason why he wanted her to continue speaking. It was both soothing and alluring at the same time. And it always managed to fill your ears no matter how hard you tried to ignore. This was so naggingly annoying that in the deepest crevasses of his mind, it somehow translated into something that he wanted to indulge on. And if this molly ever knew that, then he could only imagine how her overinflated ego would grow. So, in the time being, he decided it was of foremost importance that she should never learn of this. Or the rest his sanity would be torn away in a blink of an eye.

Scoffing loudly, he gave another exaggerated eye roll, if she kept up with this charade then she would have to be the one worrying about getting murder. No matter how much she intrigued him, his already tormented soul could only take so much. Attention swaying back the molly, he cast her dubious look at her extraordinarily, weak, and pathetic excuse for a shove. And he added another for her words that followed. Oh, good lord, she quite literally asked to be called something ridiculous when she refused to give him a proper title. I mean, what else was she expecting? It wasn't his fault that the molly was too lazy to give him her name, so why should he punished for it? He was going to add his own thoughts, but Franny moved onto the next subject before he could intervene with his own words. Which wasn't a surprise in the least.

Her words flowed into the reason why they were here, and that was apparently 'exploring'. Well, gosh darn, he thought he lived a lack lustered life. Who just wakes up, rolls out of bed and just decides to explore the place they've known all their life? Franny, that's who. Exasperated sigh escaping his down turned mouth, he slid in his disapproval " Thats not really my idea of 'fun', but since I can't think of anything else, I guess I'll deal with your torment a little while longer." Expression deadpanned; he began to join the she-cat at her side, only to stop mid-way at her long-winded comment. 'A brook filled with butterflies' hmm interesting... but the next part was even better; 'That was probably kind of obvious, though, seeing as my name-'
It took little more than a couple drawn out seconds to put the pieces of the puzzles together. And when he did, an overly smug look marked his expression. After all the games she played to keep her name a secrete, she herself let her guard slip after blabbing more than necessary.
Heh heh heh... We got her boys.

Squinting deviously at her, Vulture'fang advanced to her side. A butt load of snide comments already coming to mind." Alright then, Butterfly'brook, let's get a move on, before you spill anymore life secrets." He chortled out a laugh, knowing that he had finally beaten her. After what felt like hours of earaches, he finally got her to say her name. What a chump.

Grinning ear to ear, he gestured the duo forward. " Lead the way, Franny."

// @Rose \\
( Butterfly'brook tears away one of my brain cells every time you post with her )