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NAME / NICKNAMES Butterflykit | Butters

NAME ORIGIN one of her tortoiseshell patches is shaped like a butterfly; her soft demeanor and sweet personality

AGE & DATE OF BIRTH 05 months | born

CLAN OF BIRTH + RANK Windclan — kit

GENDER & SEX Female | Demigirl

SEXUALITY Pansexual

RELATIONSHIP Single

FAMILY None

FRIENDS None

ENEMIES None

PERSONALITY 

— positive traits loving, loyal, kind, sympathetic, intelligent

— neutral traits curious, shy, playful, quiet, energetic

— negative traits selfish, low self-esteem, anxious, jumpy, fearful

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AESTHETIC 

   — no accessories 

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FUTURE PLOTS

★ ★ ★ Terror. It was a bittersweet feeling, the mixture of ones adrenaline rushing through their veins and an intense fear pounding in their head. And yet it was a feeling that was all to familiar to Butterflykit. It was present every night, as dark dreams overtook her mind... the feeling usually accompanied by screams, tears, and the pain of loss. This nights sleep was no different in that she woke up crying; but it was not in the middle of the night as usual, rather it seemed to be mid-morning, judging by the sunlight filtering into the mostly empty nursery.

After a few calming breaths and a quick once-over of her color splashed pelt, the young she-cat would creep out of the den, wide eyes surveying her surroundings. It seemed as if most of camp was already up and had begun their daily tasks. Scanning the camp for a secluded spot, her sparkling blue-green gaze would land on a soft patch of sand in the shade of a nearby den, and on swift she would make her way over to it, slipping around and between her busy clan-mates, body close to the ground in hopes of disappearing from the notice of the others.

Sighing in relief upon reaching her desired location, she'd shift around for a moment, before curling up with her head on her paws and tail covering her nose, watchful gaze taking in the scene before her. Observe, avoid, envy... it was her daily routine at this point, and Butterflykit, for all her faults, was in fact a creature of habit. Despite a growling stomach, she'd remain in her place until at either sun-high or someone interrupted her thoughts by approaching.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ While Butters wasn't spooked by any means, she was caught quite off guard at the volume of his voice and the fact he was even attempting to speak to her. Watching him with wide eyes, she'd hesitate to reply, scuffing one soft paw against the ground in a nervous tick, before taking a deep breath. "Oh, uh... good morning..."

Ears folded back and body held low, her fluffy tail lashed slowly in discomfort, and she shifted her weight between her paws as she shifted to and fro. Butterflykit took a moment to think about her reaction and reply... it was lacking, but in what? Should she say something more, perhaps? Or had he not noticed anything?

Shrugging the thoughts aside, she'd sit back down, taking a few soft and deep breaths to calm her nerves, and offering a rather sad smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "How's your uh... morning been?" she'd ask softly, head tilted to one side.

"Speech."

★ ★ ★ Gradually relaxing as the two older toms bantered back and forth, she'd give a shy, sweet smile in their direction. "honestly, neither of you are very scary... " she'd say with a small laugh, her mismatched eyes sparkling with delight as her voice took on a teasing tone. "Both of you look like you could be kits like us!" She was still rather unsure of herself, but she had at least stopped her observations and focused her attention on the possibility of making new friends.

"Speech."