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Sunchaser

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Aug 29 2017, 08:13 PM
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I hate butterflies. The thought was not crossing the petite singapura's mind for the first time. Or for the last. She couldn't help but trot on with a miserable expression on her face, ears flicked down, her tail dragging behind her. For now, her vibrant blue eyes seemed to gleam dully.

It wasn't her fault. Really. She had not realized how close to the water she'd been, chasing that monarch. Her right paw stepped forward as she reached up her left, extended towards the insect whose wings were sparkling into the sun. Then before she knew what was happening, the roar of water filled her ears as she struggled up for air. Slipped into the river. Just her luck.

There was a reason StarClan had placed Sunpaw in the forest now, she was sure. She could never be a RiverClan cat. The water had soaked into her fur, seeped into her very bones and soul. The river carried her far. Too far. Coughing and sputtering, she scrambled desperately for a hold on a bank, before it passed her by too quickly. Her tiny paws slipped and skidded She just registered a flash of pain from her right when teeth met her scruff and she was hauled out of the current as if she weighed absolutely nothing. Well, perhaps not to this cat. Her memories were fuzzy after the water. She didn't particularly care to recall, her body shivering just at the memory of how cold it was after she left the river.

The water had given her chills, even when she was in the full light of the sun. Exhausted, she let herself be carried around, until she wasn't. Then she simply closed her eyes.

Sunpaw. Sunpaw, you must wake up. She didn't know that voice. It was motherly, but gruff. Dazed, she slowly lifted her head. She was housed under a large oak. For a moment she thought that maybe she was home, safe beneath familiar trees, but this was not ThunderClan and unfamiliar voices were murmuring outside. You cannot stay here. She coughed softly, clearing her throat. The outline of something intangible caught her eye but disappeared just as quickly as she saw it.

The voice was right, of course. She could not stay. But
they made her. She supposed it was fair. Payment. An "I help you, you help me" mindset. They saved her life, how could she refuse? Besides, they outnumbered her and from the scars and dangerous glints in the eyes, she didn't think arguing was smart. You cannot stay here. Where do I go then? She didn't know where here was.

When they finally trusted the loud, energetic apprentice, she saw her. In comparison to the tiny, ticked feline, the spirit was a giant. A grizzly bear. Though she was non-corporal, Sunpaw felt a flash of alarm. Something massive and muscular like that; she stood no chance. Do not be afraid. I'm not going to hurt you. It was the voice. You cannot stay here, Sunpaw.

It didn't feel right, to run. She didn't like the idea of walking away, not when there was a possibility of the guilt weighing her down. She didn't however, believe they needed her. She was quick, and small, but too kind to fight for them, and too distracted to catch them enough food regularly. If anything, Sunpaw was probably beginning to annoy them. She didn't mean to do that, either, really. I don't know the way.

The bear simply smiled, tilting her head towards the sky. It was well past sun-high, and the spirit glimmered in the light of a cloudless sky. Yes, you do. Chase the sun.
Chase the sun? That was an odd thing to say. The apprentice followed her gaze, grimly nodding.

There'd be a scuffle, when one of them realized she was leaving. The cuts had healed for the most part, though the angry red scratches were still there. They'd fade with time, she was sure. Her paws were sore, and the one she injured from the river fiasco still hurt a little, mostly from days of walking but she knew this place. That tree. That fence.

With care in avoiding twolegs, she slipped across the tops of fences, and trotted through allies. There, that fence. Crouching down, the apprentice made the leap, and scrambled to the top. She found herself looking ahead towards the familiar leaves of the forest. Nearby, the she-cat could see the silver, shimmering outline of a bear, regarding with her chin tilted up, as if in pride.

Home. She bounded down, her paws happily sinking into the grass. With absolutely no hesitation, she began padding into the shadows of the trees. Had things changed? Would everything be different, since she left? Were her friends okay? Warily, she glanced towards her enigmatic companion. Thanks, I guess.
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It was nice not being sick, especially after over ten days of it. The tiny she-cat popped her head out of the apprentice den, large eyes bright as stars. She'd finally gotten the get-go to stay with the other 'paws, and it was day one of being back to her normal self. She couldn't have standed any longer anyway.

Sunpaw bounded outside into camp, her trademark grin resting happily on her maw, slender tail held high. Now what could she do first? A hunting patrol? Border patrol? Were there any butterflies to catch? Where was Grovepaw? And Bearpaw? Her paws tingled, eager to get going, to do something, the energy buzzing off her like a million bees.

If she didn't find something fast, she just might explode. In the end, there'd probably be little to no surprise if that did happen with her.
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Sunpaw was one of the newer apprentices, though she could've fooled anyone. The once named Sunkit was still barely close to apprentice-sized. The curse of being of a smaller breed, it would seem. The ticked tabby was simply milling around camp. Her luminous aqua eyes seemed fixed on a butterfly, just fluttering a little ahead of her, tiny paws moving in a half-hearted chase as she wasn't interested in actually catching the beautiful insect.

There wasn't much else she wanted to do at the moment, though the tiny she-cat would suppose it was unusual for an apprentice, six moons old and supposedly more mature than a kit, to be following a butterfly around. Well, she never said she was mature, now did she? Besides, she couldn't help that the insect was just as fascinating as it was pretty. The way it's wings fluttered, flying it in odd up-and-down and zig-zaggy patterns only to land on a nearby flower or leaf to rest, wings still gently flapping up and down albeit much more slowly than before.... Fascinating.
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