private I’M IMAGINING [✨] Fantastream

[FIGFEATHER]

After a long day of patrols and duties, Figfeather walks Fantastream back to the twoleg place border. After a long day like this she wants nothing more than to curl up beside her mate and fall asleep with her nose buried in her fur. Yet though they were of the same clan they walked different paths, Fantastream had an obligation to her twolegs as well as SkyClan.

It’s clear the entire trek that something is on Figfeather’s mind, she‘s bothered. Fantastream sees through her and gives her a silent look, ‘what’s wrong?’. Figfeather sighs, ”Sorry it’s just-” Saying it out-loud makes her feel so… bird-brained. ”I can’t believe Greeneyes is a lead warrior. That Bobbie- I…” She looks at her mate, lost for words and filled with shame and embarrassment.

”I guess its unfair to be jealous and angry towards them, but… I think.” She gulps, her paws shuffle nervously against the grass. ”I think I just wish it had been my name called.” There was something so humiliating for confessing her ambitions, her dreams. All kits dreamt about climbing the ranks, but Figfeather now stood a grown warrior and the dreams had never vanished. A warrior like her should know her place by now. Would Fantastream understand? She half-expects the daylight warrior to laugh at her for her foolishness.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• >> @Fantastream !
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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
  
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  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Fantastream]

Fantastream misses the days when Figfeather was not a stranger to her twolegs, the times when she would come into the nest and she would show her all her favorite places to sleep, her favorite places to stretch out into the sun and let the rays hit her pelt. Back then she liked to watch as Figfeather did the same and the glow that she would put out was the most breathtaking thing she had ever seen. She was, in those moments, golden. She understands though why her mate chooses to return to SkyClan during the night, understands that her heart lays with them as much as it does with her and while she wishes desperately for her presence when the moon and the stars ruled the sky, she knows that neither of them were able to tear themselves away from their respective places. She is thankful though to her for walking her home, and she hopes that Chalk understands why she only walked with him in the mornings now.

Their walk is quiet. Something clearly is on Figfeather's mind but she does not press it. If the orange molly wanted to tell her she would, in time. The silence is comfortable, easy, so she does not mind. In lieu of speaking, she focuses on the way the sunlight dances through the trees, the ephemeral glow of golden hour that reminds her so much of the cat next to her.

When finally they reach their destination, stopped just outside that white picket fence and when she gives the other a knowing glance, is when the warrior deigns to speak. An apology rolls off her tongue, followed by an explanation. "You have nothin' to be sorry for" she reassures, her voice gentle, soft. "And it's not unfair, your feelings are totally understandable. You work hard for your clan, you have always dreamed of bein' up there, of bein' a lead warrior or greater. It is not wrong of you to have dreams Fig" and it wasn't wrong of her to be disappointed when those dreams didn't come true in the way she had imagined. "Maybe today wasn't the right time, but you'll be there one day, I know it" Blazestar would have to be blind to not see how great of a warrior she was, how much she cared and how much effort she was always putting in. Perhaps she was biased, but it is what she truly believes.

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[FIGFEATHER]

She’s relieved that Fantastream understands, as much as she wouldn’t blame anyone for scolding her it feels better to have her feelings understood. Fantastream tells her that even though her day was not today, that doesn’t mean it will never come. Softly she smiles, ”I know. Thank you.” She brushes up affectionately against Fantastream as they walk. ”I’m not ready yet, but one day I will be.” She had a lot of growing and learning yet to do, she wanted to be the best warrior she could be for SkyClan.

Longingly she looks at her mate, ”Are you sure you can’t stay the night?” A frown tugs softly at her lips.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Fantastream]

She feels relief that she was able to comfort the molly next to her. Figfeather was destined for greatness, she knew it. One day, it would be her mate standing in front of the clan, accepting the title of lead warrior, accepting her first apprentice. Maybe even one day she would hold the coveted title of deputy, and if that is what she wants, what she well and truly wants, then Fantastream would support her every step of the way. She would cheer the loudest for her in every meeting which her name was called, would celebrate her achievements with her and grieve her failures then help her pick herself back up from the dust. It is, in her mind, what love is. Being there. She smiles, eyes crinkling at the edges and filling with so much warmth. "And when that day comes you'll do amazing" she assures her, confidence pouring from her every word.

It is when they stop that Figfeather asks the question Fantastream had been dreading. "You know I can't..." she says softly, her voice faltering and hinged with regret and sadness. Hon' and Dear had been worried sick for her when she had disappeared the first time. How could she do that to them again so soon? The answer was she couldn't. "But you can stay here anytime you'd like... with me" hope fills her eyes as she sets her golden gaze upon the she-cat next to her. Her twolegs had allowed it before, had even given her an honorary name though her and Fig both knew it was not her real one. Fizzy they had called her, during the time when she used to come to her den and share food with her.

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather’s heart sinks at the answer she had predicted, she tries to understand but sometimes it’s difficult to. Surely Fantastream’s twolegs could bear her lack of presence for just one night? She knows they had missed Fantastream while she had helped SkyClan within the marshes, but… still.

Even despite her inner-protest she resigns with a nod. Fantastream looks at her with hope, letting Figfeather know she could come spend the night with her. Her heartbeat quickens, the smell of pellets fills her nose and her mouth salivates at the idea of quick and easy food. A warm nest in the cold leaf-fal season sounded heavenly, and she wouldn’t be opposed for taking on the identity of Fizzy for a night. Words of agreement rush to the tip of her tongue, but she refrains.

”I can’t… Butterflytuft kits soon. I want to make sure I’m there.” A half-truth, the real reason being she’s afraid of appearing like less of a warrior. What if she didn’t come back tonight? What if she started behaving too much like a daylight warrior? She remembers Blazestar’s words about not having a paw in both worlds, she can’t act like a daylight warrior but pretend to be a full time cat of SkyClan.

”…But, I’ll see you tomorrow?” Figfeather forces a smile though her heart ached to be seperated from her mate. She wanted to be like other couples and share-tongues, sleep in the same nest, but even though they were closer than ever it still felt at times they were made to be a world apart.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » ”Speech”․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Fantastream]

She can see the dissapointment in the light of her mates eyes and she immediately wants to take it back, immediately wants to say 'actually, nevermind lets go back to SkyClan together' but she remembers Hon's wailing, how she had held her close to her chest and stained her fur wet with tears, she remembers how Dear had given her extra of the treats he gave her nightly. It was too soon but... "The gathering is soon right?" she says, an idea forming in her head. It was still quite a few days off and perhaps that would be time enough. Besides, what was one night here and there? Surely Hon and Dear would be okay as long as she came back in the morning. "Maybe I could come with you to the next one... spend the night in SkyClan with you afterwards" a compromise, she is desperate to appease the golden-furred warrior, desperate to make better the rift she could feel opening up between them.

It feels too soon for Figfeather to be leaving. She doesn't want her to, but in a way she understands. The life of a daylight warrior would never be for her. At her heart, she is a wild creature, meant for forests and beds made of moss and pine, food hard won and battles hard fought. She could never stand in the way of such a thing and that was okay. "I wouldn't miss it for the world" she says, and then she leans in to press her nose to her mates cheek, to inhale that familiar scent that she loved so much. The smell of freedom. "Goodnight Figfeather... I love you"

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[FIGFEATHER]

Figfeather nods to Fantastream’s unexpected question, ”Yes. Only a few more sundowns.” She glances at the positioning of the moon, a sliver of shadow still covers its surface. What her mate proposes brings an excited glow to Figfeather’s eyes, a smile to her lips. What a great idea! It would be wonderful to get to show Fantastream the gathering and introduce her to some of her friends. There’s no one else she’d rather spend that night with than her.

”I’d love to- so long as Blazestar says I can go. You’d love it.” Figfeather grins, though really she isn’t too sure if Fantastream would… It’d be a strange enviorment for most daylight warriors, she worries they would not be welcomed. Dandelionwish attended all the time with his twoleg branding, he got on just fine, though the scent of the twolegplace didn’t cling so heavily to him…

Figfeather assures herself it won’t be a worry. ”Goodnight Fantasplash.” She meows, flustered she finds the words difficult to lift from her tongue, ”I… love you too.” She bears an awkward grin as the fur underneath her pelt grows warm, somedays she felt like she’d never get use to it- but she likes the fuzzy feeling in her heart.

Once Fantasplash disappears over the fence wall Figfeather would make the trek home. The disappointment in an empty nest made up for by a promise for a trip to the gathering.

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » A red tabby she-cat with a mangled leg.
  » "Speech"․ thoughts ․ attack
  
• 
  » A foe in battle whose ability to strategize can shift tides.
  » Excels in strategizing and pre-planning her battles.
  » Fights defensively and aid to her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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