private LOVE IS LIGHT BLUE [✨] Fantastream

[FIGFEATHER]

Sunlight filters through the nettle branches as Fantastream and Figfeather stroll through the forest. With their kits safe with Butterflytuft they have the freedom to spend sometime together, alone.

Pushing past tall grass, Figfeather leads her mate out past the Tallpine and into a thick patch of undergrowth. Wildflowers began to sprout from the ground, some already standing tall and blooming. The scent of pollen is thick and Figfeather feels a tickle in her nostrils, she suppresses the oncoming sneeze by wiggling her nose.

”The flowers are beautiful here.” Figfeather meows, giving space for Fantastream to move ahead and take a look for herself. They weren’t out today to look at flowers, however. Today was a day of rekindling, mending something that had become cracked and chipped. Love still lingered for the two mates, but the past several moons had not been easy and Figfeather was easily distracted from her family. Tensions rose and fell between the mates and their arguments varied from petty to shaking the foundations of their relationship. Their domestic troubles have become so frequent in the last moon that clan-mates have even taken notice, whether through whispers or overhearing the couple’s bickering first paw.

But… today would be different. A breath of fresh air, renewal… just like the arrival of new-leaf.

Right?

♡ INFO BATTLE

• @Fantastream !
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  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » 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 to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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[Fantastream]

Today was one of those days that made her glad that she had decided to join SkyClan as a daylight warrior. She would, of course, always love her twolegs no matter what and she could never leave them, not entirely, but there was a piece of her that undeniably belonged here as well. It's why nearly every morning she woke up and she herded her two kits down into the pines. They were lucky, she thinks, to be able to grow up in such a way. Knowing both what it was like to experience freedom, fresh-air and the sound of the wind whistling between the pines. What it felt like to be a part of a community of cats who loved you. Her mate feels otherwise, however. It had been the source of more than one argument, their kits. Figfeather was... distant. And that wasn't a bad thing but she had always imagined that they would raise their kits together, that they would tackle parenthood as a team. And really, she wouldn't care nearly as much if she hadn't heard that the orange-coated tabby hadn't been trying to coerce their kits into becoming full time warriors of SkyClan. They had a family who loved them in twoleg place. Hon and dear would be devesated to loose any one of them, and not to mention how Sunshine would feel when she had already so closely bonded with Coffeekit...

But at the end of the day their kits were their own cats, free to choose their own paths like Fantastream had done so many moons ago now and she would never begrudge them the choice. Still... Her mate's voice breaks her from her thoughts and as they come to a stop, she surveys the landscape in front of her. Yes, the flowers were indeed probably the most gorgeous thing she has ever seen. Hon's garden in it's perfectly manicured beds could not compare, not even by a long shot. And yet, she feels a strange tug in her heart when she looks at them, when she looks over at the she-cat next to her.

"Figfeather..." she says, suddenly, her voice taking on a softness she has not found within herself in moons now. "Do you-" nervous, she can feel every painful beat of her traitor heart "Do you think we moved too fast?" She would never count her kits as a mistake. No, they were the best thing to ever happen to her. But had they rushed into becoming mates a little too quickly? She had been blinded then by her joy, by her love. But all the arguing, all the countless nights spent awake as she watched her kits doze curled close to her stomach and she turned their spats over and over again in her head... It was getting to be too much.

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[FIGFEATHER]

The tension between them has grown too much to bear. A beautiful sight wasn’t enough to make her mate forget about the stressing, the arguing, the sleepless nights they’ve endured.

She can’t blame Fantastream. Her ears cave against her skull and a sunken expression falls on her face, did they move too fast? A question Figfeather had pondered for awhile now, she had found the answer but kept it to herself.

”…Yes.” The admission weighed heavy on her tongue, she feels her throat tighten as she struggles to keep eye contact with her mate. ”But I wanted us to get better. I thought we would.”

Figfeather is afraid. Her heart rate quickens as a feeling of dread strikes her. A cold feeling settles in her chest and her tongue goes numb. ”You’re not- you’re not thinking-“ The word is hard to speak, but she is certain Fantastream knows what Figfeather implies, ”Are you?”

♡ INFO BATTLE

• 
  » Figfeather
  » SkyClan Warrior
  » She/her . AMAB
  » Mate to Fantastream
  » Sire to Sangriakit & Coffeekit
  » Mentoring Wolfpaw
  » 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 to aid her clan to victory.
  » May powerplay minor harm. Can powerplay healing

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