Buttercuppaw.
APPRENTICE | All, pref she/they | Purrks: N/A | 9 moons
"Failing isn't always a bad thing, hehe!"
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Buttercuppaw was already awake, presuming her usual schedule, when
Opossumbug padded in and called her for hunting. Odd, but expected. Well, actually, neither of the two really matched at all to what happened. Her eyes were wide, ears flat, fur on end.
Buttercuppaw took a deep breath in and exhaled. Why was she so jumpy all of a sudden? She decided to brush it off and stretch. It wasn't like her to be this way.
Nonetheless, they carried on and stood. Their morning routine had finished long before
Opossumbug had arrived so they felt great! Drinking water
always made them feel rather great.
"It is a nice day,"
She smiled before pausing a moment to take it all in. The sunshine was benevolent, not too hot or too cold, and the wispy breeze out at the start of the vast moor brazed her fur. She purred, closing her eyes for a moment as she sunbathed. The sultry rock beneath her flank felt nice in contrast towards the cooling winds. It quite soothed
Buttercuppaw, and before she knew it, she was indulging in the sun. She stood, racing across the moors, playing like a kitten would. She grabbed at the various grasses and stumbled quite a lot. Whatever previous guilt or stress had left her body. She happily landed on her back before realizing what she was here for again.
"Ah, sorry Opossumbug. I got... carried away?"
She giggled a bit, laughing at her lame excuse.
Buttercuppaw didn't just get carried away ... it seemed as if nature itself carried her into its grasp. And once they got their, they hardly wanted to come back.
WindClan's camp was far from bleak, but out here the grass was brighter than they could've ever imagined. She could physically see the morning birds overhead ... the ones that always woke her with their song, and the vast moor felt like a little paradise kept away from all of the other clans. They all had their forests and lakes, but the real glory was sailing across an open plain with not a care in the world. Chasing rabbits, running after who knows what! That's why she loved
WindClan, and she couldn't think for a moment what she would do if she had to leave it. This was
Buttercuppaw's home, until the day she died, at least. But even in
StarClan she'd still, probably, be subjected to a moor. It would be almost cruel not to! To force free spirited cats to a forest blocked by trees with no clear shape, just trees upon trees... until you wound up lost!
"Aha..."
She laughed once again, awkwardness flooding her body.
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