no angst To Fly on Wing of Wax - Bird Watching

[MISTMOON.]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ Her favorite activity, the one thing Mistmoon never missed in the early mornings, while clanmates curled up in their nests, their breaths warming the space, was watching birds. Such fascinating little creatures, their ability to sing songs and soar above everything, their wings carrying them higher than any climb could ever. Her breath puffed out like plumes of smoke as the first warm hues of winter sun peaked through the pine trees of the marsh, her fur fluffed to its max as her eyes, widened unlike their normal, half-lidded, apathetic gloom gazed upon a small robin that awoke. She observed as it shook frost from its feathers, a soft chirp accompanying the shake that made Mistmoon's ears perk, tail tip twitching eagerly. Such a brave little bird, having no fear of the cats that rested below, to make a nest so near. She wondered if it would migrate, but something seemed to have kept it here for just a little longer, and Mistmoon, ever the studious one of her feathered comrades, wanted to know so badly. Her neck craned as the robin stretched itself, her pupils dilating
as it puffed out its chest before it let loose the first of the bird song of the morning. And, oh, what a beautiful song. It was something she'd heard so many times, but each time filled her with a sense of warmth. Familiarity.

She'd attempted, many times, to mimic their songs in chirps and chatters, but that tone, that cadence, was something her feline vocal chords just could not get right. She blinked her eyes open, watching as the robin looked around, hopping on its branch, before a crunch of snow sent it off in a flurry of panic, an alarm call signaled, and Mistmoon almost looked forlorn, not even turning to greet whoever had interrupted her bird watching. "So long..." She sighed, saddened almost as she straightened her spine.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── BELIEVE ME, DARLING ☽◯☾ THE STARS WERE MADE FOR FALLING ──┐‎

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• MISTMOON ✩ she/her;they/them;it/its, warrior of shadowclan, 13 moons old
  ⭃ Small black cat with wispy fur and white mask on face and tips of front toes.
  ⭃ Sister to Badgerbite // N/A
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by Angelkisses ↛ @Angelkisses on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Scorchedmoon]

Scorchedmoon typically preferred being up late at night rather than early in the morning. He wasn’t beating the allegations about his name being super fitting, that’s for sure. This particular morning however, he awoke earlier than usual. His energy already felt ramped up to 11, ready to run as fast as his legs could carry him. He stretches as he arises from his nest in the corner of the warrior’s den, his paws fidgety. He wastes no time, practically leaping out of there. (He still tries his best to not wake up anyone, though. Beauty sleep is equally as important as getting rid of his pent up energy!)

His ears barely registered the chirping filling the air as he rushed by, only stopping when the crunch of paws on fallen snow he makes from his recklessness sends a robin above him flying away. He pulls his head back as the flapping of it and other birds in the vicinity sound off, fleeing the scene. “Oh no!” Scorchedmoon gasps, right after he takes notice of Mistmoon’s saddened face. “Were you bird watching? I’m so sorry! I wasn’t thinking…” But when does he ever? He drops his ears momentarily as a sign of regret.​