YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE YOUR EYES | o ; fireflies

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    ✦ It had been unbearably hot lately, the warmth that Maddog had once found great comfort in was replaced with rays so blazing it felt as though they'd light aflame. Of course it had slowly begun to cool, yet not enough to bring the black feline any source of comfort outside of the shade. They resorted to forgoing afternoon patrols, silently slipping into dawn and dusk groups to keep from being expected to patrol during the worst of the heat. Without a doubt the morning patrol was their preferred time, preserving the end of the day for a peaceful lay in the significantly lessened warmth that brought them nothing but shrouded happiness as the masses of WindClan wound down for the night. It was quiet, there was a breeze, and the colorful mixture spiraling in the sky was impossible to find entrancing.


    A long pleased sigh rushes through their body, eyes half-lidded and heavy as they looked out over the moor—shadows not yet fully formed, crickets only beginning their song. It feels like they only blinked before the fields seemed to light up, the blinking of lightning bugs catching their eyes as they followed the light. They lost themselves for a time, simply watching as more and more bugs joined the fray and the darkness was overshadowed. Imagine their surprise when a light seemed to catch over their nose, blue eyes crossing to stare at the bug that had landed on their nose. Lip pulling back in a mock snarl, Maddog shook their head to rid themselves of the bug. The action was useless, however, as the creature seemed infuriated and dog back towards the warrior's face.


    With a single glance over their shoulder, they snapped their jaws forward—encasing the bug in their mouth; however, they were quick to spit it out as the feel of it crawling back over their tongue invaded their senses. They were not discouraged though, leaping to their paws as they once again snapped at the infuriating bug. It seemed determined to elude them, flying away as the disgruntled warrior followed after it. A game or, as Maddog saw it, a hunt.


    *:･ﾟ✦ LAVENDERSPINE

    though she had been advised to not patrol in the midday, she was absolutely determined for these kits to not come between her and her duties. enlightened it may be but her pads, cracked and sore now, suffered for it. bone tired, she licked at her paws to bring some comfort that herbs could not. its then that these strange orb bugs begin to buzz around them. maddog immediately becomes taken away with them, fighting or taunting one in particular. it had a rough journey, going from their tongue to escaping maddogs paws. too tired to move, she cheers on her fellow warrior from the side, letting a bug land on her paw. "hunt the beasts maddog! they're after us!"

    -- tags

    There were a lot of new things Velvetpelt saw when first joining a clan. Such as new kinds of bugs. It was interesting. Velvet remembered her days of hanging around two-leg dens and seeing roaches. She never thought these glowing bugs could be so... magical looking. Her eyes watch as her clan mate tries to slay them. Finding it oddly amusing to see. It even brought a soft giggle out of her, thinking it would be so easy for them to kill prey but not these tiny insects. Probably because of their size. Her ear twitches as one tries to land on her, not really minding with the show going on in front of her. "" .

    ALL THESE YEARS I'VE BEEN SEARCHING OF WHO I'M SUPPOSED TO BE

    Ooh preeettty. Thank StarClan he hadn't uttered those words aloud. There'd been a few hot Greenleaf nights where his fellow apprentices had tried to drag him out of camp to see bugs like these but him being himself at the time had never gotten his lazy butt out of his nest. Now though hunting at night was much more preferable, even with the cloud coverage there was still some lingering muddy heat that wasn't enjoyable. Anywho. It was almost as if the stars themselves had slowly dropped down to their level, buzzing around in discombobulated ways, darting from space to space. He chuckled deeply at the sight of Maddog's "ferocious" display against the tiny creatures and even more so at Lavenderspine's playful shouts. The sound of giggling distracted him and he practically glowed from within once he realized the source was Velvetpelt, hoping that this was a sign that she was starting to feel normalcy once more. He couldn't resist but to tentatively bat at some of the fireflies as they passed by him, watching the way they quickly moved out from within his reach.

    ALL THAT TIME I’VE BEEN WASTING, IT WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME

    ●

    "Oh! Pretty!" she gasped aloud where Duckstar had not, laughing at her own words, though the grin that lept to her face was akin to a childhood wonder. "Oh how beautiful you are," the murmur came more softly as they began to gather around, the bright, blinking bugs starting to draw the attention of others that were coming over to see the game that Maddog had begun. The soft giggles still barely fell from her lips as her golden eyes took in the lights, lights that reflected like twinkling stars back in her own eyes. Where she had paused by Duckstar she turned her head for a moment to grin at her leader, sparing him a quick brush of the shoulder with hers in some endeared greeting, before her paws were quickly carrying her after Maddog, much like the young apprentice she had been some moons ago. As she moved, so did the fireflies, shifting away from her body like a wave that rose before settling once more, her face aglow with wonder. She had no true intent like Maddog to hunt them down, but she was trotting about, and twisting in circles, watching the fireflies move and dance with the movements of the two warriors. "Take in the moment, Maddog! They're like stars, stars you can almost touch."

    Cloudwatcher approached next, his feathery tail flicked around nervously as he glanced around the camp. The anxiety plaguing the tom dissipated slowly as wonder overtook him, blue eyes following along the little glowing bugs. The wonder wasn't his, at first, and Cloudwatcher was wondering why he felt that way.


    "Stars..." He echoed Honeyflower, crouching down almost as if he were going to pounce at one of the fireflies. But the Windclanner just sat like that, staring, overwhelmed with the feeling of awe and wonder.

    ☾ ⋆ TAGS

    If it weren’t for the group of his clanmates out in the distance, Wildpaw wouldn’t have ventured out of camp. The skinny tom warily tiptoed toward the group, his gait painful and buckling.


    Bony Wildpaw halted in his tracks as diffused golden lights flitting about caught seagreen eyes, and for a moment, he was filled with wonderment and marvel. The young apprentice began to canter closer in a jolting fashion, awe brimming in his eyes.


    Wildpaw slowed as he came close, coming up beside Duckstar. A little smile grew on his features as his mentor half-heartedly batted at the fireflies, and as his clanmates lightly played about. “Th - They are so p - pretty...” he whispered thoughtfully.


    A glowing bug landing on his nose made Wildpaw visibly jump and recoil in surprised terror. The gaunt tom’s fur puffed in some happiness at this as the fear subsided, a quiet purr murmuring in his chest.




    A bubbling laugh would announce the deputy's arrival as she skittered into the mass of cats, green eyes alight with wonder. Her head craned this way and that as she'd focus on a single light and suddenly have it disappear, only to find another light and repeat the process. "Wow!" She'd trill out in awe, her jaws gaping in a sort of smile. She was utterly lost in this little fantasy. Brightshine had never seen so many fireflies together all at once, and had never witnessed her clanmates coming together like this. Playing, laughing, watching in wonderment; it was the most beautiful thing the cheery calico could have ever wanted. Suddenly breaking from her trance, the jolly molly (heh) bounded forward, leaping into the air in several failed attempts to capture the little insects between her forepaws.


    "speech."



    I'll work real hard and do my best
    To turn that sad frown upside down

    {Shrikekit}
    {F}{seal lynx point, black paws}{5 moons}


    {in character}


    Intrigued, Shrikekit watched the fireflies flit around camp. She’d eaten today, so there was little point in trying to catch them; instead she was content to let herself stand in the swarm, relishing the faint breeze produced by tiny wings. It seemed like many of the warriors were enjoying themselves — good for morale, but possibly disastrous if their energy was all wasted come morning.

    But tonight, it seemed like the stars were among them; that everything was not lost, or teetering on the brink.


    A touch on her paw — one daring bug had landed on her left forepaw, and her raised it closer for a better look. Although the black fur seemed to absorb all light, with the light shone directly on it, the faintest of brown and copper highlights revealed themselves.

    As though by mass coordination, Shrikekit was surrounded — a couple dozen fireflies clung to her pelt, and her pale fur gleamed. A rare laugh slipped out — was this how StarClan cats felt all the time, shining? The first firefly took flight once more, followed by a few others, but the majority remained.


    Lit up in more ways than one, the typically solemn kit found herself unusually content. Whatever struggles WindClan endured, surely these moments made it worth it?

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    CRICKETPAW ♚

    WindClan - Apprentice - Female- 10 moons - tags

    speech thinking


    ― Dusk was easily her favorite time of the day. The sky was covered in a comfortable blanket, shielding them from the harsh sun, but allowing just enough through to shroud their moor in a grey and blue haze. Cricketpaw enjoyed this time of day alone on most nights. She didn't have to be happy in front of anyone, she didn't have to put on a smile or make anybody else smile in her stead. She could just be.

    Before she knew it, a small light danced in a patch of grass ahead, and her young mind fixated on it intently. That one light faded and she was prepared to simply forget about it, and then it was replaced by ten more, then fifty, then hundreds.


    The sound of shouts and giggles from the other side of camp roused her from her silent thoughts, and she bounded over to join them just in time to see Maddog swipe at a bug that had dared get into his space. She joined in on the squeals of delight, nearly bouncing up and down on her paws. It was as if Starclan themselves had paid their group a visit, and the simple thought of that made her heart leap and her soul sing. She didn't know if it was a sign or if they were just bugs, but it sure was pretty and it sure was nice to see everyone happy. She gave a mighty jump into the air in an attempt to catch one of her own, but it buzzed away just out of reach. As she landed back on her paws, one danced before her eyes, almost taunting her. She dropped to her belly, wriggling her rear and tail comically before pouncing at it, nearly barreling into Brightshine in her haste. She doubted the deputy would mind, she was having just as much fun as her! She grinned toothily at the older molly and opened her paws, allowing the single back to float back up into the sky. "I wish these bugs came to play with us everynight!"

    Mudkit

    4 Moons + TAGS


    There was a stir of commotion in the night, it would draw the solid brown tom out of the nursery and his sights would first fall upon the sight of Shrikekit in awe over the glowing bugs. His expression would fall blank for a moment as his green hues flickered around at the cats that were in camp and uttering statements of engrossed beauty. This was.. Something to oogle at? Small insects that flashed lights much like the lights in the sky they say every night? To him it was odd how fascinated others would get with the simplest of things, was there a chemical reaction that these bugs were giving off that he was immune to? ..No, it was just him. Mudkit evaluated all the reactions around him before falling into character, he'd bound over towards his denmate with a lopsided grin.


    "We should call you Lightkit, with all the light bugs that you summoned!" The young tom would joke as he stared at one of the bugs that seemed to be resting upon her. "They really like you."


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