Username: StormSerpent
Cat Name: ButterCup
Clan: LotusClanRank: warrior
Gender: female
Age: 13 moons
Favorite activity as a kit4 moonsButterCup was born as a kittypet, so she never learned survival skills through play such as mossball. Though she did really love climbing. She would climb onto or into anything she could. She learned how fun it was when she saw her housefolk put some keys or something on top of their so called "fridge." She knew she wanted to find out what it was, and maybe cause a little mischief. She leapt as high as her little legs could carry her, and fell back to the floor. She examined the room and realised that everything just fell into place. She dashed over to the counter. She leapt up into an open drawer near the ground holding her breath as wobbled almost out of place. ButterCup next sprang onto the counter near the "sink" she crawled through it shuddering at the dampness. She made it next to the "fridge" she was halfway to the top. She grinned with pleasure as she pounced into an open cabinet and soon to her goal. There was nothing on top and she hissed in displeasure, her "owner" has taken the keys down while she was trying to get to the top, now what, she had wasted all of that time! The kit realised there was one thing she could do, she yawned and lay down, she would land on top of her HouseFolk when he walked past. She heard the rattle of the door as he came home, and got up yawning, she screeched almost toppling off before she remembered where she was. Her HouseFolk caught her as she jumped down at him. She realised how simple is had been to get up there, and she walked around in her mind she calculated how to reach the highest places. This has followed her through her whole life even in the clan, but she stopped climbing when she was around 8 moons old
how did she find the clan8 moonsButterCup was in a very bad mood, her HouseFolk had just locked her in a tiny crate. She squeezed her eyes shut as she was bounced around. After what felt like hours they finally stopped, she peeked around this was not her home. Where was she? She looked at the lock on her cage, and craftily opened it. She sprang out softly and leapt onto the highest place she saw, but she soon realised her mistake, as it caved in under her. After hours in pitch black she managed to find the opening, she looked around her HouseFolk and crate were both gone! she kept searching determined to believe she would find them, until days later she was forced to accept it, he was gone, she would never see him again. Tears filled her eyes as she collapsed in despair. From that moment on she swore never to climb anything ever again. ButterCup wandered on numbly until she came to a forest, she barely noticed as the thorns scraped her pelt. Soon she saw something beautiful, it was a large group of cats working in harmony, everyone she had met always just attacked her. She rushed down to greet them in a very naive fashion, thinking that if they liked each other they would like her too. They cats looked at her in shock as she crashed into the camp yelling "hello!" at the top of her lungs. They winced as she fell face first into the pond, soon a young she cat stepped forward, they were soon deep in conversation about their history when they were interrupted by a small tabby, ButterCups new friend was gushing the the tabby about how she should join the "clan" ButterCup looked at the tabby hopefully. Maybe if she could this would help her cope. She was accepted into the clan, but she frowned she she learned she had to change her name, it was all she had left of her first home, she with a hopeful smile she pointed out that ButterCup was already two words, she has live in the clan ever since, with her best friend TigerLilly.
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