Written in the Stars

PINKFISH
she/her • nightclan warrior

The night air was crisp in the mountains, uncommon and a fair bit nippy to the swamp queen more accustomed to the heat. However, Pinkfish was thankful for her thicker pelt; it left her a little more well-off in the chill than some of her other shorter-haired clanmates. At the thought, she glanced at the thin apprentice who accompanied her.

The bright tabby had been giddy with excitement as soon as Redfang had shared what he had been roped into during the gathering with her. Her brother showed little interest in the extracurricular activity, so the she-cat figured she’d take it upon herself to get involved in his stead. But neither had an apprentice at their disposal, leaving the queen to ponder her options.

It came as a bit of a surprise when Antpaw had approached her about the topic. The two had spent some time together at the gathering, the young warrior having shared a few of her own delinquent secrets with the apprentice as they waited out the announcements. She hadn’t expected him to have any reason to approach her again, but at least the queen was good with social situations. It seemed the secret was not as guarded amongst the apprentices who had been to the gathering, and Antpaw had turned to her. It definitely had Pinkfish worried a little, knowing just exactly who his mentor was, and the warrior dreaded the ear-shredding she would get from Batstrike if his apprentice were to come back from some mysterious training bloodied. But then again...when would such an opportunity arise again? It was a gilded chance at experience. So there they had come in a roguish band of a few from the swamps, chilly yet fired up as they mingled with their rival contestants.

notes:: n/a
tags:: aelita 🌷

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THISTLEMINT
he/him • oakclan warrior

Thistlemint felt his cheshire grin deepen secretly as he sat alongside the few of his clanmates that joined him; a single other warrior and apprentice pair to match him and Irispaw. How fitting, he thought as he looked over the chosen candidates from Oakclan. Both apprentices had just been named during his final moon in the Apprentices’ den and Thistlemint knew they were both a force to be reckoned with. It had caught him by surprise that it was Irispaw who had sought him out first of the siblings. Normally she was a headstrong member of the clan who was unafraid to nag him on his time off, which seemed rather too frequently for the harlequin tom’s tastes. However, it did paint the grey she-cat in a certain light that the young warrior found amusing; so stuck in her ways to show her strength, Irispaw even allowed her steely veneer to bend in order to ally herself with the lax warrior in an effort to reach her goals. Thistlemint could applaud her tenacious scheming.

Curling a clawed toe around a lock of fur that fell into his eyes, the tom breathed a nasally sigh before throwing his head dramatically. Leaning over to Irispaw, he hummed in a low voice, ”You’ve done some sort of training with Cinderstorm, haven’t you? Not that I don’t think you couldn’t take them with pure chutzpah, but a warrior’s got to have a few tricks up their pelt.” With a snicker, he teased, ”If worst comes to worst, you can always pull their tails.”

notes:: n/a
tags:: Tactical

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ANTPAW
he/him ✧ nightclan apprentice

shortly after the gathering, antpaw overheard something about a secret apprentice brawl. he was somewhat intrigued by this. he was not the best fighter, but he did have wits on his side. surely, he could outsmart a few battle-hungry apprentices. the meeting required a warrior to take you. there was no chance in starclan that batstrike would take him. however, there was one other option... pinkfish. they spoke for a while at the gathering. when he was feeling nervous about the large quantity of cats attending, she showed him a place to hide while still being able to spectate. he appreciated her helpfulness. when he asked her to take her to the meetup, he was glad she said yes. the young brown tabby wanted an opportunity to show that he was capable of landing a few blows.

the night had come and the cats gathered on dawnclan territory. upon arriving, he sat beside his accompanied warrior, pinkfish. he'd never been in a real fight before, but hopefully his training with batstrike would get him through. he turned to pinkfish and gave her a "i've got this" look of confidence. he realized his sister, beepaw, was attending. admittedly, since becoming apprentices, they hadn't spoken much. he still had loads of love for his sister. "hi, beepaw." he meowed, tail flicking a 'hello' to his sibling. they wouldn't have to fight... would they?

it came to his attention that he would be fighting irispaw, an oakclan apprentice. they were about the same age, but she was a lot larger than him. this would clearly be to his disadvantage considering his small stature. she was an oakclan cat. given the recent events at the bridge, he decided against exchanging pleasantries. instead of verbally greeting her, he looked her up and down, then turned his chin to the side. she wasn't worthy of his attention.

notes;; someone's salty
tags;; bits mew Tactical

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