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  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width:400px; height:;][fancypost bgcolor=olivedrab; border: 0px solid transparent; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-align; justify; text-style: courier; height:; width: 380px][size=14]Butterflykit [/fancypost][justify][size=10][font=courier][color=olivedrab] A small, trembling grey form stood at the border, her olive green gaze darting around fearfully. The small figure belonged to a child named Butterflykit, a bloodclan born cat raised as a kittypet and then thrown out of her home. She had been through a lot these past few days, and the stress had finally caught up to her. Without meaning them to, Her she found herusually sturdy legs buckling beneath her curvy frame, and she let out a squeak of surprise.


    Exhaustion swept the strength from her limbs, and she suddenly felt dizzy. When was the last time she had eating some things? She honestly couldn't remember. To tired to get up and fearing the worst, the child broke into tears yet again, for the fourth time that day. It was only sun high on her fifth day away from twolegplace, and already she felt as if she was cursed to wander forever in search of safety, only to die before she ever reached it.


    A terrible, terrible fate for someone so young, but she and her siblings were cursed, so she found it to be no surprise. Weary from her troubles and travels, she closed her eyes for a moment, feeling the hot sun beat down on her form through the thin tree tops above. She would die here surely, she thought, but there was still hope. [b]"help... me..." the weak cry was all the hungry and parched kitten could manage, unshed tears welled up behind closed eyes.


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    ■ butterflykit; butterflyheart
    ■ 4 months; ages every 100 posts
    ■ cisgender female
    ■ pansexual heteroromantic
    ■ single; no crush
    ■ emmy x npc; 1/2 of nothing
    ■ thunderclan kit; no mentor


    [APPEARANCE]
    a small she-cat with long fluffy fur and a slightly chubby build. she has a plumed tail of cloud-like downy fur, and thick sturdy legs. she has a bit of baby chub on her body, but most of her fluffy appearance is due to her thick pelt. has a charcoal grey pelt and almond shaped olive green eyes, and wears a thin green collar adorned with fake plastic flowers of cream, pink, and orange.
    ■ domestic feline
    ■ charcoal grey fur; olive green eyes
    ■ olive green collar with fake flowers
    ■ thick fluffy fur; plumed tail
    ■ curvy; short and compact; slightly stocky
    ■ eyes are puffy from crying; sad expression


    [PERSONALITY]
    meek and shy, she does her best to stay out of the limelight. she is very fearful of nearly everything, caused by growing up on the harsh streets of the twolegplace all on her own. she is especially afraid of the dark and of loud noises such as thunder, rushing water, or dogs barking. she is considered a crybaby, as she cries often and always seems to be sad. emotionally fragile, she is very much like a fragile little butterfly, so easily broken or damaged by even the slightest of things.
    ■ shy; awkward; timid; soft-spoken
    ■ anxious; fearful; crybaby; fragile
    ■ scares easily; very jumpy
    ■ has nightmares; self-inflicted insomnia
    ■ suffers from anxiety, ptsd, and depression


    [INTERACTIONS]
    ■ no kill, maim, or injure
    ■ pm me for capture or plots
    ■ easy physically; extremely easy mentally
    ■ will not start fights; will run away
    ■ no fighting, hunting, or healing skills
    ■ can power play affectionate actions


    [OTHER]
    ■ born in bloodclan; raised a kittypet
    ■ likes flowers, butterflies, and bees
    ■ favorite color is pale pink
    ■ favorite food is sparrow or finch
    ■ loves listening to stories

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    Spottedpaw stalked the robin carefully, her paws moving ever so slowly and steadily as she edged closer. Just as she slightly wriggled her haunches, about to pounce, the cry of a child interrupted her hunt, and the robin flew away, singing terrified alarm calls as it's brown wings flapped wildly. "Mouse dung," she muttered under her breath. Now, where was the kit?


    She glanced around the area, her gaze locking on a tuft of downy gray fur. She padded closer, her paw steps quiet, almost silent, against the snow. "Hello there." Her voice was gentle and laced with concern. The kit looked dreadful; dehydrated and hungry. A kittypet, judging by her smell. She reeked of Twolegplace. "Who are you?" she inquired gently, lowering herself to the she-kit's level and staring into the kitten's olive eyes with her own inquisitive, slightly slanted green eyes.
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    ■ butterflykit; butterflyheart
    ■ 4 months; ages every 100 posts
    ■ cisgender female
    ■ pansexual heteroromantic
    ■ single; no crush
    ■ emmy x npc; 1/2 of nothing
    ■ thunderclan kit; no mentor


    [APPEARANCE]
    a small she-cat with long fluffy fur and a slightly chubby build. she has a plumed tail of cloud-like downy fur, and thick sturdy legs. she has a bit of baby chub on her body, but most of her fluffy appearance is due to her thick pelt. has a charcoal grey pelt and almond shaped olive green eyes, and wears a thin green collar adorned with fake plastic flowers of cream, pink, and orange.
    ■ domestic feline
    ■ charcoal grey fur; olive green eyes
    ■ olive green collar with fake flowers
    ■ thick fluffy fur; plumed tail
    ■ curvy; short and compact; slightly stocky
    ■ eyes are puffy from crying; sad expression


    [PERSONALITY]
    meek and shy, she does her best to stay out of the limelight. she is very fearful of nearly everything, caused by growing up on the harsh streets of the twolegplace all on her own. she is especially afraid of the dark and of loud noises such as thunder, rushing water, or dogs barking. she is considered a crybaby, as she cries often and always seems to be sad. emotionally fragile, she is very much like a fragile little butterfly, so easily broken or damaged by even the slightest of things.
    ■ shy; awkward; timid; soft-spoken
    ■ anxious; fearful; crybaby; fragile
    ■ scares easily; very jumpy
    ■ has nightmares; self-inflicted insomnia
    ■ suffers from anxiety, ptsd, and depression


    [INTERACTIONS]
    ■ no kill, maim, or injure
    ■ pm me for capture or plots
    ■ easy physically; extremely easy mentally
    ■ will not start fights; will run away
    ■ no fighting, hunting, or healing skills
    ■ can power play affectionate actions


    [OTHER]
    ■ born in bloodclan; raised a kittypet
    ■ likes flowers, butterflies, and bees
    ■ favorite color is pale pink
    ■ favorite food is sparrow or finch
    ■ loves listening to stories

  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: transparent; width: 500px; text-align: justify;]Ivoryclaw approached warily, though instantly upon the sight of the kit departed. At first it may have seemed she was being rude or heartless, but she shortly returned with a clump of moss. The moss was wet not only from the dew but also from a bit of melted snow on it. She set the wet clump of moss down in front of the child, then moved to block the wind from battering the kit any more. "Hey kiddo, I know it's not much, but drink up." The albino warrior instructed. "Why are you out here all by yourself, sweetie?" Ah, that sounded sickeningly nice, but she felt pretty bad for the kid.

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    "It's okay, Butterflykit. You're safe now." The corners of her mouth slightly raised to form a reassuring smile. She blinked gratefully at Ivoryclaw as the albino warrior gave the kitten the wet moss. "Wait here, I'll get you something to eat."


    She trotted off, weaving through the trees until she came to the small mound of dirt where she had buried a vole earlier. She dug up the catch and held the creature by it's tail.


    As she arrived back with Ivoryclaw and Butterflykit, she gently placed the vole beside the wet moss. "Eat up."
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    [justify][size=8]"What's this?" Rumbled Adderstar as she arrived upon the scene, amber eyes even and laced with surprised. "A kit? Why would she be left alone...? No matter, when she's finished get her back to camp please and find a queen willing to foster her. Take caution to evade any sick cats." The leader instructed calmly before dipping her head, "And good thinking, you've both done well."
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    Spottedpaw's ear flicked at the sound of Adderstar's voice, and she turned to face the scarred leader. "Her name is Butterflykit. That's all we know. She was starving and dehydrated when we found her," she explained briefly. "Thank you," she meowed at Adderstar's praise with a slight dip of her head.
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  • (I'm not making this retro to her getting sick b/c BUTTERFLYKIT C'MON MAN WHAT ARE THE ODDS + also mobile)


    Butterflysong would arrive next. A kit...by the name of Butterflykit. She didn't care if she was getting sick, or was sick. She needed to prove her worth. "I'll foster her. Don't start complaining. I need to own up to my mistakes, and this is a good start as any." She was staggering still, though. That wouldn't improve until she got the lungwort. "I will take this kit in no matter what it takes. And if I can't, that won't stop me from caring for her anyway." She huffed. With every word, every breath, her body ached, but she tried to ignore that. It was hard, but she would make it. "If I want to try and abolish my title as kit-abuser, I need to start with this kit." She glanced at the kit. She couldn't get anything else, but that was okay.

  • [fancypost bgcolor= transparent; border: transparent; width: 500px; text-align: justify;]Ivoryclaw nodded at the leader. "Yes ma'am, thank you," The warrior nodded, smiling at Spottedpaw as she explained the situation. As Butterflysong approached the cat felt dread build up inside her. Ah, objecting would do no good. Nobody was going to put Butterflysong in her place, and she could just keep doing stupid things knowing that she could just apologize and still have a place secured in ThunderClan. Seriously, she was nothing more than trouble and another mouth to feed. Ivory furrowed her eyebrows as she started going on about how she was going to love and take care of the kit. Ugh, please. The warrior didn't want to cute little thing getting hurt, so she made a mental note to keep an eye out for her. Ivory was too outgoing to be much of a queen, but she could still watch out for little ones. She looked down at Butterflykit, watching her in hopes she'd still have the strength to eat and drink. "How's that sound, little buddy?" The albino warrior asked in a quiet, soft voice, hoping the child was okay with a foster mom such as Butterflysong. "Still, erm, I'm not trying to argue but you probably shouldn't get too close to her until you're entirely sure you're healthy. Wouldn't want this little bugger croakin'," Wee ones were especially vulnerable, and this kit surely wouldn't survive such an awful disease like yellowcough or greencough.


    /ic opinions of course nwn

  • [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: 0px solid white; width:400px; height:;][fancypost bgcolor=olivedrab; border: 0px solid transparent; color: white; text-transform: uppercase; text-align; justify; text-style: courier; height:; width: 380px][size=14]Butterflykit [/fancypost][justify][size=10][font=courier][color=olivedrab] Trembling, she would pick her tiny head up in order to lap up the water, a contented sigh coursing through her lungs and body as she felt the cool liquid slip down into her belly. Her eyes widened at the sight of the vole. She had never seen a fresh piece of prey, she'd only ever eaten kittypet food and trash. Nervously, she sniffed it, then took a small bite, eyes going wide at the mouthwatering taste. As adder star arrived and spoke, relief flooded her being, and she would herself crying again, but this time out of happiness. After butterflysong announced her desicion, she found herself able to calm down. Sniffling, she managed to mumble out a few words. [b]"th-thank you so much... For your kindness..." she whispered, closing her eyes and falling asleep.


    //made private threads for ivoryclaw, spottedpaw, and butterfly song
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    ■ butterflykit; butterflyheart
    ■ 4 months; ages every 100 posts
    ■ cisgender female
    ■ pansexual heteroromantic
    ■ single; no crush
    ■ emmy x npc; 1/2 of nothing
    ■ thunderclan kit; no mentor


    [APPEARANCE]
    a small she-cat with long fluffy fur and a slightly chubby build. she has a plumed tail of cloud-like downy fur, and thick sturdy legs. she has a bit of baby chub on her body, but most of her fluffy appearance is due to her thick pelt. has a charcoal grey pelt and almond shaped olive green eyes, and wears a thin green collar adorned with fake plastic flowers of cream, pink, and orange.
    ■ domestic feline
    ■ charcoal grey fur; olive green eyes
    ■ olive green collar with fake flowers
    ■ thick fluffy fur; plumed tail
    ■ curvy; short and compact; slightly stocky
    ■ eyes are puffy from crying; sad expression


    [PERSONALITY]
    meek and shy, she does her best to stay out of the limelight. she is very fearful of nearly everything, caused by growing up on the harsh streets of the twolegplace all on her own. she is especially afraid of the dark and of loud noises such as thunder, rushing water, or dogs barking. she is considered a crybaby, as she cries often and always seems to be sad. emotionally fragile, she is very much like a fragile little butterfly, so easily broken or damaged by even the slightest of things.
    ■ shy; awkward; timid; soft-spoken
    ■ anxious; fearful; crybaby; fragile
    ■ scares easily; very jumpy
    ■ has nightmares; self-inflicted insomnia
    ■ suffers from anxiety, ptsd, and depression


    [INTERACTIONS]
    ■ no kill, maim, or injure
    ■ pm me for capture or plots
    ■ easy physically; extremely easy mentally
    ■ will not start fights; will run away
    ■ no fighting, hunting, or healing skills
    ■ can power play affectionate actions


    [OTHER]
    ■ born in bloodclan; raised a kittypet
    ■ likes flowers, butterflies, and bees
    ■ favorite color is pale pink
    ■ favorite food is sparrow or finch
    ■ loves listening to stories