star light, star bright - p, howling

[Flycatcher]

The moon was high in the sky, bathing the clearing in a pale glow, as Flycatcher had made his approach. The blue tabby had snuck out of ThunderClan camp as night began to encroach and many of his clanmates had retired to their nests for the night. He had snuck out of the warrior's den quietly, trying his best to make sure he was not followed, before swiftly making his exit. Flycatcher moved with purpose taking the shortest route to fourtrees that he knew. Although he had his reasons for going, Flycatcher did not want to be away from camp too long. lest one of his clanmates wake up and wonder where he went or catch him returning.

When he finally made it to the fourtrees, Flycatcher did not actually step into the clearing when he arrived. Instead, he sat close by looking into it from where he was sitting. Once comfortable, he briefly looked skywards before speaking quietly to the family he had lost, a gesture which would have looked more akin to him talking to himself if anyone came across him.

@HOWLING WIND ​

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

Flycatcher may have been careful, but he wasn't perfect. At least, not enough so for one of the clan's sneakiest members. She had been just outside of camp when the young warrior left, glancing over his shoulder cautiously as she remained unseen within the shadow of night. It's her job as deputy to follow him; he clearly looked distressed when she'd seen his face and what kind of clanmate would she be to just let him go? So she trails after him, silent paws carrying her closer and closer to Fourtrees.

When she arrives, she finds the scruffy warrior hunched near one of the towering oaks by himself. He's muttering under his breath, and the plump tabby pauses to try and listen. When she can't make out what he's saying, she finally takes another step forward and mews, "Flycatcher?" There is concern in her voice as she peers at him, head gently tilted and brows tented.​

 

[Flycatcher]

"Flycatcher?"

The sound of his name called causes the blue tabby to jump. He looks around slowly and finds none other than the ThunderClan deputy herself peering at him. Perhaps it shouldn't have really come as a surprise to learn he had been followed. Despite his best efforts to leave camp unseen, even he could acknowledge how suspicious he would have looked if someone had happened to catch a glimpse of him leaving. Although he was here under completely innocent circumstances, he couldn't help but feel nervous under Howling Wind's gaze and he had to remind himself that she had called out to him with concern in her voice and not suspicion. "Howling Wind," He greets, dipping his head in acknowledgement. "I can assure you I am not up to anything bad I'm just here to talk." He pauses briefly and looks back at the towering oaks. "I'm here to talk to my family," He says, a bit more confident this time, as he turns back to the older she-cat.​

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howling Wind watches him as he speaks, confusion misting her gaze at first. But then he gazes up at the massive oaks, stating he's speaking to his family, and understanding replaces the puzzlement. A quiet "Ah," escapes parted jaws as she gives a big, slow nod, her own gaze trailing up to the starry sky. "Are they...with StarClan?" She mews after a moment, slinking forward to take a seat beside the young warrior. Her chin tilts upwards, wise eyes twinkling with the reflection of Silverpelt. She at times wondered if her own kin were up there, her parents and sister. Or if they still lived on elsewhere, far away from here.​

 

[Flycatcher]

Flycatcher considers Howling Wind's question for a long moment. The subject of StarClan isn't something he's really thought too long about before. He's quite certain he believes in them, or something at the very least, but he's not as reverent as some cats in the clan. "I'm not sure," Flycatcher answers after a long moment has passed. He draws in a long breath. "I like to imagine they are though. It feels good to imagine that they might be watching down upon me and my sister instead of simply being lost to time forever." Flycatcher turns to look at Howling Wind with a thoughtful expression. "Do you have anyone in StarClan?"​

 

[HOWLINGSTAR]

Howling Wind's caught off guard by the question, looking towards the young warrior with a blink. After a moment of pondering, she mews, "I believe...my mate is up there. Gray Wolf." Truthfully, she doesn't know. After he suffered from his infection, they had done the only thing they could think to do. They'd let him be taken by two-legs - they were his only chance, after all. But he's never returned, and the tabby does feel in her heart as if he is not coming back. It had been seasons since then. She twitches her whiskers and smiles. She hopes he's up there, looking down on his family with pride and love. The thought comforts her. Her tail shifts, flicking against Flycatcher's flank as she looks back to him. "Perhaps we'll both see them again soon someday." ​