♛ warning: d3ath, minor bl00d & sadness ♛ ☆ Story ☆ ⚝ Butterpaw, a young apprentice, was a healthy, well fed cat. She had 1 sister, whom had been very popular; all the toms admiring her. Butterpaw didn't seem to care at first, enjoying Honeypaw's company. They seemed to get along very well, gathering many memories as time went past. But one day, it was their first times at a gathering. Honeypaw talked to the small, kind group of WindClan and RiverClan apprentices. Butterpaw decided to ignore them, and headed off towards the popular cats. She saw them show off their amazing skills, some flexing their muscles. At first, they were perfectly fine, just them being a variety of skillful cats. But suddenly, Butterpaw's eyes twinkled in horror. Some tom sunk his fangs into a small apprentice, scoring its fur until it slid out of the muscular apprentice's grasp, limping helplessly to their mentor. Eyes widened, Butterpaw sprinted swiftly away, as the tom cat swooped her into his paws. He strangled her, waving her viciously in the air. The she-cats looked impressed, blushing whilst letting out purrs of amusment. Butterpaw wheezed, her fur bristling with anger. She hit him swiftly on the belly, as he snorted. Tufts of his fluff happened to be stuck in her matted fur. Eventually, Butterpaw fell out of his paws, fainting. Shocked WindClan cats ran over to her, growling violently at the tom. He looked misrable, spitting with disgust. The next day, Butterpaw sat stunned in the medicine den. She slid out of the den unnoticed, into the further woods. "Why," muttered Butterpaw. She had instant flashbacks about when that remorseless savage had almost k1lled her. Narrowing through needle-slit pupils, she unsheathed her claws. She needed revenge. Her eyes turned red, a single slash of her claws as powerful a ruthless dog bite. "Well, well, well, look who is here! That small, weak, piece of crow food has returned. I thought you wouldn't SURVIVE!" snarled the tom. "You will regret this decision, weakling!" mummered Butterpaw. The tom rolled his eyes in confusion, unsheathing his sharp claws. Butterpaw leapt high in the air, her claws brutaly piercing his throat. He gasped in astonishment, striking back. But she dodged, scraping his belly. "Every soul on earth, virtuous or vicious, shall immediatly perish!" Butterpaw hissed mercilessly. Gritting her teeth, she k1lled him. He was forever dead. 1 moon later, she had been made a warrior, officially named Butterwing. Nobody had found out her secret. Even Honeyswirl! She continued to cause her enemies to perish, and she was obviously the best fighter in WindClan, especially when against RiverClan and SkyClan. She smirked and felt proud whenever she caused d3ath of a mean cat. She one day padded through camp, noticing her crush. She asked to go on a patrol with him, and it worked! Her crush (Beestrike) had hated this cat in SkyClan called Whiteear, and as Butterpaw caused his flight to StarClan, Beestrike looked impressed. They eventually came mates, having kits. They had 2 healthy kits, with beautiful patterns and skillful inheritance. They also had 1 blind, 3 legged kit. Butterwing felt embarassed about having him as a kit, and dragged him into the forest. Beestrike was secretly stalking her, looking horrified at Wispykit's perishment. He expressed a sign of enrage. He stomped out of the bushes, chucking Butterwing into the rain, crying with confusion and sorrow. "Girl, your such a backstabber!" bellowed Beestripe aggressively. He gritted his teeth, expressing his true feeling and emotions in the shine in his detailed, deep blue eyes. As Beestripe trekked further than the eye can see, Butterwing sulked. If she had never encountered the popular cats in the first place, she would've been the most trustful, passionate cat in the whole forest! But no. Just no. She had to go k1ll her enemies and even her own kit, who did nothing to be blind or to be three-legged. Escaping into a grand cave, she continusly sulked into her tail, bl00d on her paws dripping onto the floor. "I made this mess. Now everybody hates me. Everybody. Just everybody. My friends, family, mate, kits... EVERYONE!" cried Butterwing ferociously. Heavy rain surrounded her, just making the scene more dramatic. To her, she wished she was dead, none of the helpless cats that had been slaughtered. ⚝
