Written in the Stars

PINKFISH
she/her • nightclan warrior

The queen gave a playful mrrrow! as she batted lightly at his tail as it flicked her bang. Rearing back with a roar of laughter, she exclaimed, ”Pets?! Ha!! OakClan and DawnClan would have to watch out if that were true! They’re a right pain in the tail!” However, she found it a little hard to laugh through the little knot forming in throat as he called her ’sweet’. It tickled her insides as she swept her tail across the ground in an effort to release the newfound energy. Crinkling her nose, she mused, ”Ah, well grooming would’ve had me fooled.”

Her attention refocused on Driftstorm as he contributed his own harrowing tale that led to warriorhood. The ruddy tabby listened keenly as he spoke, the slightest waver in his voice. She offered a smile, guessing he was perhaps being bashful of his accomplishments. In an effort to save him from himself, she joked warmly, ”For delivering kits, I’m surprised Spiderstar didn’t name you Driftstork.” However, she gave the dark tabby a light pat with her paw as she continued a bit more earnestly, ”Like I said, you’re pretty cool, Driftstorm. Not a lot of cats who would want to brave a storm.” There was a glow of respect in her golden-green eyes as they roved the tom’s face. She had been gloating a little, but the DawnClan warrior truly had a reason to be proud of his namesake. Tipping her head a little to one side, she purred, ”Maybe you could teach me a trick or two for braving the weather. I could always give swimming lessons.” Perhaps he would think she was simply teasing him, but Pinkfish was determined if he had an interest; after all, how could she pass up the chance to learn about the turbulent winds and the blankets of rain that often tore across their territories. Such a showy display of raw power always transfixed Pinkfish in a grim way, and what she wouldn’t give to sneak a peek of how to counter the skies.

notes::  headcanon: pink is totally a storm-chaser
tags:: aelita 🌷

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DRIFTSTORM
he/him ✧ dawnclan warrior

”for delivering kits, I’m surprised spiderstar didn’t name you driftstork.” he spat out a laugh. "yeah, no, but my name should've probably been driftdork. now that's a name." driftstorm laughed so hard at his own joke that he rolled closer to her. their whiskers could almost touch... he gazed up into her green eyes and was captivated. she had to be the most beautiful cat he had ever seen.

"oh- tricks about braving a storm? w-well... if i shared my secrets, i'd have to change my name! i kinda like my name." his voice trailed off. "maybe i'll teach you a thing or two at some point. i'd be up for fishing lessons, though. i'm terrible at fishing. maybe... we could meet at the waterfall by the gathering place, after the next gathering? it's coming up soon..." he really, really wanted to see her again. hopefully, she felt the same way.

notes;; hehe matchy matchy formatting time
tags;; mew

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PINKFISH
she/her • nightclan warrior

Pinkfish chortled at the thought. ”Oh yes! Driftdork, the mighty storm-slayer!” In their laughing fit, it seemed their proximity had closed some and it had the she-cat’s rosy pelt red-hot. She twitched her whiskers, wondering if they were close enough for it to tickle him, but left it at that as she slouched back with a small scowl as he continued. Knocking up one brow, she eyed him with a pout and whined, ”Aww no fair. I’m willing to share my namesake with you.” However, she seemed to straighten up a bit as she spoke, waving her tail lightly as she acquiesced in a warm voice, ”I suppose there’s time for me to bug you about it later.” She snickered playfully, as if to punctuate her point. Sweeping her tail around to gently brush the tabby tom’s flank, she purred, ”Fishing sounds fun. I’ll be there.”

The faint pink glow of dawn seemed to bleed into the inky horizon as Pinkfish glanced over her conversation partner’s laid form. She was surprised how long it was they had been there, and for a brief moment wondered if she would hear anything over how her impossibly long, impossibly empty-pawed hunting patrol went. She knew her brother wouldn’t let her rest until he had his fill of ribbing her about it, at least. She gave a little puff of a sigh as she flopped down, rolling onto her back. She looked up to the sky, noticing how the star still glittered faintly above. Still night. Had she perhaps been dreaming this whole time? Somehow, even if it wasn’t the case, it felt that way. Dawn would come, and the DawnClan warrior would leave along with it. Just like any dream. Might as well wake up now.

She rolled over to gently flick his ear before getting up and stretching. With a cheeky wink, she drawled, ”Well, I guess we’ll have to eat later. Fish sounds as good as anything, you think?” She couldn’t help but try to see if there was anything indicated in his yellow gaze as she looked back over her shoulder at Driftstorm.

notes:: you think this is a good place to start winding down?
tags:: aelita 🌷

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