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There were many mysteries to life that Buttercuphop was content with leaving unturned. He was content with not knowing certain things, he was fine with the knowledge that was already laid out before him because that meant he could break the rules however he liked and still know what he was doing and how to fix it. It was all controlled. But occasionally he would be faced with something that would get stuck on his mind, something so aggravatingly secretive that he needed to figure out how it worked or else he would never be satisfied with anything else ever again. Like how wasp nests worked. Last year he had tried twice to peer into one, only to be met with angry buzzing and more stings than he could count. At the coming of spring, when the flowers began to bloom and the air got its sweet warmth back, he thought he could sneak up on them. They wouldn't expect him to bother them so early, even if they did have little wasp death warrants out for him.
It wasn't unsurprisingly that, when he climbed up and leaned down over the branch he had landed on, turning his head so his eye could poke through one of the many strange little entrances they had, that he was met almost immediately with that familiar fury they all seemed to carry. He tore his head away, attempting to make a clean exit but instead falling forward and towards the ground, landing awkwardly and ungracefully. Buttercup couldn't waste time, he was sure they were already swarming, so he scrambled to his paws and ran off as fast as he could when he just had the air knocked out of his lungs.
He barreled through the undergrowth, the fields and the meadows, screaming something along the lines of 'I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT OH MY GOD HELP ME,' but his pleas fell on deaf ears — or they would have, had a she-cat not wandered directly into his path while he was running full speed, paws completely out of his control. He couldn't slow down, though he tried, but it only resulted in him flinging himself forward, knocking them both to the ground and into a roll until, after many dizzying moments, they came to a stop in a tangle of limbs and tails. Her fur seemed to suffocate him, and he wiggled out from where he was squished onto the ground, only making it so far before he resigned not bothering to say anything at all when his attackers could still be chasing. He coughed.
