Written in the Stars

BELLWING
she/her • dawnclan warrior

Bellwing had found herself lost in the day; earlier in the morning, she had spent a while working on kick forms again with Wolfpaw before letting him go on to practice in peace. With the sun positioned high in the sky, the dark blue warrior sought to escape the crowded camp and instead decided to lean into her whimsical nature. Stealing off with the idle promise of patrolling, Bellwing had wandered further into the barren hills before she realized in what direction she had been walking.

The breeze was crisp and fragrant with pine as the warm midday eased into a cool afternoon as the blue tabby languidly passed from each barren tree trunk to the next, taking a few moments each time to look the scarred wood over. It could be such a sad place, the hills donning burned trunks, but also one with a story that Bellwing found herself rather drawn to. She could come here to think, or not think at all. What a brilliant place. Eager to indulge herself, the she-warrior flopped over to one side and in a fluid motion, managed to roll down the side of the hill she had been standing on.

It wasn’t until she stopped with a soft oof that she could smell the scent of another growing stronger. Blue eyes flashing in mild surprise, Bellwing recognized Wispfang’s cool tabby pelt a little ways off and wondered what could’ve brought him. Surely nothing was happening in camp, right? Hopeful that he wasn’t there with bad news, she gently waved her plumed tail in greeting as she pulled herself into a seated position.

notes:: hope this was okay ^^'
tags:: Doge

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BELLWING
she/her • dawnclan warrior

From the warrior’s mirrored look, Bellwing could tell Wispfang had been just as surprised to see her as she had been. Her expression softened in realization and a light, lilting laugh escaped her. ”Ah,” she hummed at his question. Unknown to most of her clanmates, or at least unconcerned with, the blue warrior had found that she could taste flavors in the voices of those with which she conversed. There was a light, refreshing flavor to the grey and white tom’s tone as he prompted her, leaving Bellwing eager to indulge him.

”I wonder when I pass these trees, did they ever cast off their seeds. If they did, do you wonder how far they might have gotten? It’s hard to think they could’ve gotten much farther than here, but sometimes I like to think that some of the shorter trees down the mountain must’ve come from these trees now long gone.” Her soft eyes had trailed from Wispfang to gaze longing across the horizon, lost over the hills and in vivid blue of the sky. ”It’s happier that way, I think,” she mused in a wistful voice.

However, her attention was recovered as she wandered back to the warrior’s teasing words as she mulled them over. What, spooked her? It was a funny thought, at least to Bellwing. In all her time living in their territory, Bellwing had found peace in the wilderness. She knew of all the threats that lurked just beyond the edges of her senses, and yet, there was something to it all that allured the queen so greatly in her wanderlust. Things had come and gone to break her heart, but she had truly yet to fear anything.

Amusement in her voice, the blue warrior countered, ”And would that make you the cavalry?” Her gaze twinkled playfully as she returned it to her clanmate, wondering then what could have brought him. Perhaps he was just idling as aimlessly as she had been? Then they were birds of a feather in the pursuit to quell their boredom.

notes:: sorry about the wait 
tags:: Doge

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BELLWING
she/her • dawnclan warrior

Bellwing half-wondered if the tom would ignore her whimsical musings, as their more regimented clanmates often did when the blue queen had little more than her own thoughts to offer. However, to her delight, it seemed Wispfang had been listening a bit as he responded in kind, providing some assurance to her theory. In their time training together, Bellwing hadn’t taken Wispfang for the introspective type as he seemed fixated on the more active aspects of clan life. It was nice, the she-cat found, getting to uncover the little nuances in her peers as she spent time with them and surely Wispfang would be the same.

At his self-invitation, Bellwing felt a purr of agreement rise in her throat. It was an honest plight, and one she felt all too often, so she could empathize. With a gentle tilt of her head, cornflower eyes met Wispfang’s icy gaze as she dipped into a light nod. His words were sweet to the taste, almost as if she could detect the warmth of his flustered disposition before he adjusted himself more casually. It was charming, and worth her time to investigate his character beyond the macho-warrior persona he often donned, she decided.

”I would like that. Thank you,” she hummed with a smile at his offer before taking a few steps ahead. A gust of the autumnal wind grazed over the hills and buffeted the blue cat from behind, almost as if it were attempting to spur her steps forward. Beaming a bit more at the new-found pep in her paws, she threw her feathery head back to peer at the tom over from her shoulder. With a cheeky grin, the blue tabby mused, ”Race you to the next hill!” And without waiting for her denmate to decline, Bellwing tore off towards the nearest mound with her dark plume of a tail streaking out behind her.

notes:: n/a
tags:: Doge

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BELLWING
she/her • dawnclan warrior

Bellwing roared with laughter as she ran, her initial dash having won her the race despite the fact that she could have sworn she felt Wispfang hot on her heels. The gentle incline of the hill helped to ease her pace to a more casual trot as her companion quickly joined her. At his words, she merely mused, ”Nor am I. This coat isn’t only for show!” There was a teasing twinkle in her eye as she glanced over to the paler warrior; it was true that his pelt reflected his muscular form more easily. The blue queen’s tall build, however, worked to help hide her muscle-bound body beneath her feathery pelt. As burly as the best in the mountains, only Bellwing’s passive demeanor saved her foes a whole lot of bruising.

As Wispfang’s gaze trailed to the sky, she too followed his line of sight and watched as downy clouds drifted lazily by. He spoke of the seasons and snow, eliciting a soft hum of agreement from the tabby queen. Just as any moon did, the changing winds brought both blessings and curses in a variety of forms. The bone-rattling chill of Leafbare would be nearly unbearable in the mountains, but it also came with the distraction of snow to entertain those bogged down by the woes of the season. With another small tip of head sideways, though without looking away from the sky, Bellwing purred, ”It’s nice to focus on the little things that light our way in the darkness of Leafbare.” Finally looking back to the tom, she added with a little smile, ”I’m sure the snow in the coming moons will shine like moonlight.”

As they continued up the hill, Wispfang continued to chat idly with Bellwing as she lost herself in the wanderlust of the seasons’ greetings. It wasn’t until they had reached the top of the hill that she had realized he had asked her a question. Blue eyes flashed mildly as she recalled what he had said before softening her expression and looking back out to the thinning trees along the horizon. After a moment, she mewed, ”They all have their secrets that make each moon different, but if I had to decide on a favorite…” A more somber-looking smile was worn on her face as she continued, ”I suppose it would be Leafbare. A clan must work their hardest together during the freezing moons; it’s almost romantic in a way. We can have our differences, but when things get hard and everything begins to fade, we come together stronger and there is no other experience like it.”

With a wistful gleam in her starry eyes, Bellwing sat down and swept her bushy tail around her paws, purring over her shoulder, ”It’s also a time of change. Isn’t that so wonderful? The whole world changes; it’s the only time of the season cycle that there are no leaves. Have you wondered why that is?” There was a sadness and eagerness alike to her liquid voice as she once again found herself lost in her thoughts, each concept trickling from her tongue as it flowed from her consciousness. Blind to the tom’s wandering mind and nose, she instead eased into the comfortable air as she idly pondered aloud.

notes:: no worries. sorry for my own late response ^^'
tags:: Doge