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    Lightning bugs flickered in the dimming lights of day, the sun setting behind the hills of the moor. The fade from day to night was something Whitelightning barely noticed by now. He got too caught up in his work to care about those kinds of trivial things. He threw his hunting haul into the pile. He took a second glance to the dancing fireflies, and for a moment, he left himself get caught up in their blinks. Whitelightning so rarely sought out the beauty in nature, but on this night, he must've been letting himself slack. Just tonight could he get distracted by stupid pretty little bugs.


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    The stillness of the night and the way the lightning bugs flickered had caught the she cats attention she had sat down to watch them when one came closer to her the blinking of its light making her curious reaching a paw up she lightly batted in its direction when her paw made contact with it she became surprised "Oh?" she questioned out loud having never actually tried to catch the flashing lights she just assumed they were called lightning bugs because they only seemed to be around at night and they flickered around not that they were actually bugs... how lost she had been seeing on flicker in the grass the she cat slowly crept forward to get a better look.

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    The fade from glorious day to serene night, dusk settling upon rolling hills kissed with anxieties and worries flitting about through ribs, washed everything away. The soul tranquilized itself, seeing the empyrean of sun's pride now bleed into the pitch. And it soothed Rainswept's nerves, as if aloe to the fraught burn. The camp, with shadows like apparitions of fable terpsichoring about where cats once conversed and lazed, held her within a grasp of shade and ghost. Rainswept drove herself to sleep while the dusk still persisted upon heaven, until eyes perched upon a microcosmic sun, as if she existed as a goddess to a world upon the dandelion's mane. Whiskers twitched like wildgrass in wind like drawing breath, and her gaze of viridian beam turned towards her clanmates. Her clockwork stopped, if only for heartbeats brief as the flutter of hummingbird flight, to observe the bugs of lightning and awe. She then noticed Whitelightning and Nectarpool, features etched with the dim light of the moon and that of the fireflies. She stood next to them, hopeful that her presence would not send the two in blazes, alarm through the veins. "They're pretty." Her words flowed with an ambrosia wondrous and marveling, as if newborn fallow discovering a world beneath. Any show of bravado absolved in these moments. Nature embraced her then, a cold yet knowing grasp, absolving what tension wrought itself in marrow thistled like holly. The previous time she encountered these bugs evaded her memory. Though, perhaps there existed no last time - only the present to dwell upon now.



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    From a young age, Lilypetal had always been drawn to things that were aesthetically beautiful. Flowers, sunsets, different hues of colors... she liked anything that was easy on her eyes. Those were the things that made her feel good. And it wasn't just about what she saw in front of her, it was how she saw herself, too. While Lilypetal didn't think especially highly of herself at the moment, she knew that she was pretty. She had a beautiful, perfectly groomed cream point pelt, with stunning light blue eyes. It seemed that no matter how much of a bad person she became in the future, she would, with any luck, still have her beauty.


    And these lightning bugs were certainly beautiful too, dancing about before her eyes, flickering about, left, right, all over the place. Perhaps some cats would just ignore them, perhaps some cats wouldn't even notice their presence, but Lilypetal certainly did. She had recently become a much more observant cat, always keeping an eye on the world around her, and of course, she was drawn to beautiful things the most.


    The slender molly sat down next to Nectarpool. "They're really pretty," the senior warrior commented, reaching out with one paw, hoping that one of the lightning bugs might settle upon it. They truly were beautiful - and yet so small, and so delicate. They could be swatted out of the sky with one quick move, they could be beaten down so easily, and yet here the group were, simply watching them. Would cats be so kindly towards them if it wasn't for their beauty? It was a strange thought to have, but she seemed to be having a lot of strange thoughts lately. She snapped herself out of her thoughts by adding with a giggle, "Come on, lightning bugs, you don't have anything to be afraid of. Come to Lilypetal!" She stretched out her paw a little further, watching the lightning bugs expectantly.


    As the mollies around him spoke of the lightning bug's beauty, Whitelightning could help but utter a stumble humph of agreement. He'd never say something so low out loud, so the grunt was as public as he would make his enjoyment of the moment. He winces as Lilypetal loudly calls for the lightning bugs. Well, he was lost in the beauty of the moment for a moment, but it seemed that time was up. "They won't come to you if you yell at them."