Written in the Stars

PINKFISH
she/her • nightclan warrior

The night air was warm and comfortable despite the occasional chilly breeze. At least, that was what the NightClan queen thought as she padded stealthily through the swamp; as her luck, her only successful sneakings occurred only outside of her clan’s company. No, rather the air became more crisp and dry as Pinkfish crossed the edge of their territory and into the incline of the region. She bit back a cough, shaking her head as she flared her nose. She couldn’t wait to get into the water to re-hydrate after all the gusty mountain winds.

The Mist Plateau wasn’t nearly as high up as DawnClan’s camp likely was, but the waterfall was close enough that the air lost the heaviness of the humidity that the tabby warrior had grown accustomed to back in her home. It was annoying sometimes, but always there and somehow it relieved Pinkfish. Without its presence, she felt rather vulnerable out in the open of the low hills. Deciding to hurry her pace before she found herself home-sick, Pinkfish found herself throttling towards the waterfall up until the point where she caught Driftstorm’s scent, slowing to a careful creep.

Green eyes flashed brilliantly in the dark as she got closer, noting how blind to her the DawnClan warrior was as he gawked at the edge of the water. The tabby queen stifled a giggle and bunched up her muscles before swiftly launching herself at the darker tabby after a moment. She landed on the tip of his tail, though carefully not to apply all of her weight. With a playful flip of her fur tuft, the rosy she-cat chided, ”See? That’s how you catch a fish. You can’t just look down at them swimming to fish them out- you think they can’t see you back?” Pinkfish wore a self-assured smirk, though her tone of voice was jovial as ever. Sweeping her thick tail back and forth against the ground in excitement, she watched expectantly, wanting to etch Driftstorm’s look of surprise into her mind.

notes:: sorry about the wait ^^'
tags:: aelita 🌷

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DRIFTSTORM
he/him ✧ dawnclan warrior

a jolt shot up his spine as something landed on his tail, causing his neck fur to rise. startled, he whipped around. "whatthe-" his yellow gaze met with pinkfish's green eyes and he nervously smiled. a playful greeting like that from pinkfish was to be expected, he just wasn't prepared in that moment. "well, do i look like a fish catching expert to you? maybe a fish eating expert..." he chortled, splashing a pawful of water at her.

"how have you been? i missed you at the gathering last night." of course he wanted to see her there, but everything was so new to him. he'd never had any friends outside of his own clan, let alone whatever was going on between them. because of that, he didn't go out of his way to talk to her last night, despite wanting to so badly. instead, he spent the gathering with webshine. "that was quite the eventful gathering. did oakclan and nightclan really have a fight at the bridge? i heard a couple of rumors about it, but you know how rumors are."  he rolled his eyes and laid down beside the water.

notes;; n/a
tags;; mew

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