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His spread his toes to keep himself on top of the snow, as he left the heart of Winterclan the snow thinned, the mountains loosing their hard grip and the air coming easier. It was always jarring to see green creeping forward instead endless white, eyes taking awhile to adjust from their snow blindness. Normally he would prefer to keep himself near camp, nearing enjoying to hunt and liking leaving the safety of his clanmates numbers even less. But he found himself seeking solitude on this cold winter morning; having awoken with a deep ache in his heart that had settled down to stay for the day.
The pain of putting on a smile, and act for his clanmates to see seemed daunting. His cleverly hidden tongue would wag if he was approached with one problem that only needed a simple solution that they couldn't figure out on their own. No, Fairytalesorrow just didn't have the patience in him for it today. Thus the best course of action was to escape towards the borders of their clan, maybe even beyond towards the mountain clans gathering place if it was needed. If he saw one Winterclan cat today he might blow all his hard work to pieces and he would rather carve off his ears then loose the ground he had gained.
As he toed the border lines of his territory a sigh escaped him, the grass was cold but not frosted and it felt odd between his toes. In truth most of the area felt unfamiliar he so seldom ventured to the borders; it almost made him turn back, to seek the familiarity of his childhood. Then he remembered deep bellowing laughs that haunted the silences in camp and sat down with finality. He would spend the day out here.
For the most part Buttercuphop stuck to the warm fields of Summerclan. The colourful meadows, the shade of the deeplands, the beach, it was all he needed, and yet occasionally he would full a small pull towards whatever border he seemed closer to. Springclan always held a certain mystical air to it, Fallclan just smelled wonderful, and he hardly ever wandered too close to Winterclan. It was a mystery, almost ironically so considering their newfound 'good relationship' if that even still stood. When he wandered closer than he anticipated, Summerclan scent fading for a stronger mix of all four and, more specifically, the frostiness that came with Winterclan, he paused for only a few brief moments, and then his paws took him forward, curious now. Though Buttercup never truly got sick of the act he put on for his clanmates — the happy-go-luckiness, the jokes, the generosity were more an amplification of what was already there rather a fabrication of what wasn't — it got tiring. His battery ran low, a break would be nice. Maybe he would find something cool.
It got colder, sending a small chill down his spine. He felt like he just walked back into leaf-bare; it even looked darker with the shadow of the mountain in the distance. He was at the Mountains' Gathering place. When the strong smell of Winterclan scent hit his nose, he slowed and looked around, expecting a border patrol to jump out at him at any moment, but the thought made him laugh — he wasn't at Winterclan, surely they wouldn't be so close to the ground? He continued for only a few steps longer before he stopped again, for sitting a few paces in front of him was a tom he had never seen before. Soft pale fur, pointed face with stripes, looking drawn and downtrodden. He couldn't help but move towards him.
"You . . . lost?" He spoke hesitantly, than shook his head, "wait I'm out here too and I'm not lost. Sorry, sorry. You're from Winterclan? Got any friends with you?" He raised his brow, peering over the tom's shoulder. "I'm not trespassing am I?" He laughed, "of course not, of course not." His eyes wide and intrigued, pelt shimmering in the slight gloom, starkly opposite of Fairytalesorrow's. It wasn't the only thing that appeared so.
Blue eyes opened wide as looked towards the others approach with surprise even more spooked when he started asking questions. He was quick to scramble to his feet and shake his head, taking a few hurried steps away. "Oh I don't know, I don't know!" He was quick to stumble out at the others question, even going as far to glance around himself like he would have forgotten if he had made the journey down the mountain with others.
As Buttercuphop changed gears and asked a new question he shook his head hurriedly once more, "you're not trespassing! We don't own the gathering place." He laughed awkwardly for a moment and then was quick to say, "not that we would ever claim to either! Haha. That's be ludicrous and Winterclan has turned over a new leaf as they say, haha." He blinked his eyes towards the other looking like a fawn faced wit ha predator despite the others warm demeanor and open nature. Shifting on his paws he glanced down to duck from the others gaze and scrunched his shoulders inward, taking a deep breath and holding for a moment before blowing it out once more. Then he finally allowed himself to look up once again, after a quick peek upwards to see how Buttercuphop was reacting to him.
"I'm just, um, well admiring the scenery." Wincing at how stupid that sounded. "It gets boring being surrounded by snow all the time, not that I don't love Winterclan! But well, white is not a very exciting color." Fairytalesorrow realizing he was seeming rude by just going on about himself scrambled for something to ask the other. "What about you? Um are you also here to enjoy the ... scenery?"
He may have found it amusing had he not been just a little worried for the guy. Buttercuphop took a few tentative steps backwards, giving Fairytalesorrow space, hoping it would help him sort out his nerves. He smiled apologetically, "okay, okay, you're good." He could only manage a slightly surprised look, eyes wide, brows raised, though there was a hint of amusement, and when they looked at each other, he finally let the tension fade away, relaxing his shoulders and sitting back. He tried to appear more relaxed, if only to allow the guy to calm down.
"Oh, yeah, me too." It might have been a lie — Buttercup wasn't exactly sure as to why he had actually come there in the first place, but he went with it. The scenery was quite nice, he could admit. "Oooooh!" He shouted suddenly, moving closer, "I have the best idea — there," he nodded towards the Gathering tree, so used to seeing it from the ground, staring up at the leaders. He wasn't exactly ambitious for that kind of life, could never envision himself in charge of a clan or, by extension, addressing them from up there, but he had always been curious.
He tilted his head at Fairytalesorrow, "join me? It would be super cool. Besides," he was already standing up, "we're the only two here so nobody can tell us off." He shrugged, and added, "for the scenery," in a lower voice, much more playful than his previous apprehensive tone. And if his offer was declined, which wouldn't surprise him in the slightest and neither would he mind, he would simply do so by himself.
Fairytalesorrow ducked his head to hide the sly smile, pleased by the imagery. Unlike Buttercuphop he was an ambitious sort in a way, just not the traditional sort. While others had ambitions towards positions of prestige he had ambitions towards a simple life with no worries and having completed his quest for revenge. He dreamed of others never bothering him with their petty questions or concerns and being able to spend his days watching the birds. He supposed if he ever became leader he could at-least be a puppet one and allow someone else to run the show while he lazed about that sounded divine.
Raising his head a more timid smile was gifted to the other and he glanced towards the tree and nodded. "I would love to, for the scenery as you said of-course." There was a little more confidence to his words now that he was confident the other wasn't going to bully him or mock him despite their different clans.
"But you have to lead the way! Summerclan cats are supposed to be carefree right?" If his words weren't so soft they might be taken for manipulative but in this context they simply seemed shy. In truth Fairytalesorrow wasn't enamored enough with this cat yet to want to share the fall if someone should come across them.
Summerclan cats are supposed to be carefree right? He laughed, turning to bounce towards the tree, though he kept his head tilted to look at Fairytalesorrow, "Alright, then, suit yourself. I needed an audience anyway." He stopped at the base of it, staring up at the branches curiously, almost apprehensively. It didn't take long for him to climb up, choosing a sturdy, higher branch to sit on, leaning down to look at the other tom. He lifted a paw to wave but his balance faltered, nearly sending him over the edge, and he had to scramble to steady himself.
"I am the greatest, most powerful leader of all time, ever: Buttercupstar, previous name Buttercuphop," it was a very obvious attempt to introduce himself. He projected his voice as a leader might while addressing the clans, paws together and chest puffed out. "We are gathered here today to. . . wait, that sounds too much like a wedding," his voice lost its exaggerated tone almost immediately, "and we had one very recently. Uh. . . oh, how about — welcome one and all to. . . no, not that. . ."
Buttercuphop sat back, tail flicking from where it hung off the branch behind him. "Being a leader is hard. Oh, Starclan, I can feel my grey hairs coming in already due to the stress, this is terrible."
"Wait who got married recently?" Fairytalesorrow asked eagerly, trotting forward with bright eyes. He wasn't sure which wedding the other was referring to, if it was one he was aware of or not but he wanted to know which one exactly the other was referring to. "I wish I had attended a wedding recently, they're so fun!"
He debated before speaking up once more, "also just as a side-note if you ever do become leader I think maybe you should change your name. I mean your name is very sweet, cute and everything but it's not really a name that strikes confidence if I'm being blunt with you." He bite his lip and looked towards the other rather nervously.
"I just feel like I should let you know that on the basis of this fledgling friendship we're striking out on!"
"The — well, I guess it wasn't recent," he waved a paw to exaggerate his point, "but the one between Sunstar and uh. . . whatever his name was. I forgot. When we all had to look all nice and whatever. Didn't last long —" he clamped his mouth shut suddenly, only now realizing that, perhaps, he shouldn't be talking about the disappearance of his leader's husband — even if she wasn't around to hear. He cleared his throat to cover it up.
I mean your name is very sweet, cute and everything but it's not really a name that strikes confidence if I'm being blunt with you. Though he was about to say something more, his face instantly twisted into a confused look, words dying instantly. "What — no, no, Buttercup is incredibly cool and badass. Rolls off the tongue, feared by many." He leaned to the side, forelegs resting on the branch for support as he shifted to a lounging position, back legs tucked underneath him. "Buttercup is a great name. I'm sure yours is just sooo much better, Nameless . . . friend." There was nothing particularly angry or offended in his tone, a similar humorous tone to it — though it was a genuine question despite not being phrased as one.
"Well, I suppose Fairytalestar is a bit of a mouthful and would probably lead many to assume that my head is always in the clouds." He had to admit to the other with a small shrug, pretending his ears hadn't perked up at the mention of Sunstar. He knew nothing about the leaders around, it wasn't really something he had cared to learn about. But he did live for the drama no matter the topic.
"Truthfully it's probably best if both of us keep our ambitions towards simpler things," paired with an awkward little laugh and self-conscious shrug he shook his head. "The only crown I would wear is a flower crown. Though flowers are hard to come by so that art isn't something I can claim proficiency at." You're rambling he scorned to himself and ducked his head once more as he tried to convince himself to shut up instead of falling into the urge to fill the silence.
"Fairytale? That's interesting. Just as much of a mouthful as Buttercup, though." He laughed gently. "You hear Buttercup all the time, like everyone thinks it's just the cutest kit name — which I'm not disputing, of course, I was the cutest kit ever — but then all those Buttercup's grow up and it just gets too much to say all the time, you know? Not that you can even shorten it. But Fairytale? I've never heard that one before. And there's so many nickname opportunities." He rambled, laying out on the branch and moving his paws with his words. He'd always been the visually expressive type.
The only crown I would wear is a flower crown. Buttercuphop lit up instantly, sitting up with enough force it nearly knocked him off his perch. "You literally said that to a Summerclan cat, that was so intentional. Oh, I learned from the very best, I'm a master of flower crowns and now you have no choice but to be my model. My mother basically started the tradition." He left the branch, shimmying down the trunk of the Gathering tree and, with a quick, "don't move," he was off, running as fast and as long as he could until he reached the nearest flower field of Summerclan.
He was gone long enough that one would think he wasn't coming back. Eventually, loudly heaving and lungs on fire from his run, Buttercuphop stumbled back into the Gathering place, sitting beside Fairytalesorrow this time around, paw held out in a 'give me a minute' sort of way. In his jaws were bundles of blue hydrangeas, bellflowers, and a few tiny buttercups, He placed them down at his paws.
