Forestflight

Forestflight is a brown tabby she-cat with some cream in her pelt and copper eyes.

## Personality

Forestflight is quiet and reserved. In the wake of her mother's death, she became the parent of her family - especially to Streamshadow and Pathstride, the two youngest siblings. She has a short temper and is very defensive, easily lashing out at any cat that she sees trying to hurt her family.  She takes a while to open up to cats, but when she does, she proves to be a very playful she-cat, known for engaging in play fights or laughing at the edge of camp with her friends or lounging around in the sunlight with them.  Once you qualify as a friend in her eyes, her short temper and defensive nature completely disappear, making her an easy she-cat to get along with; that is, if a cat bothers to get close to her in the first place.  She is also encouraging, wanting to make sure that cats are the best that they can be, and likes to brag about being special and important, even though she doesn't really think that she's any better than anyone else.  While she'll happily play up the persona, the heartbeat anyone around her starts to act like she actually is more important than her Clanmates, she'll shut them down as fast as she can.

## History

Formerly known as Shade, Forestflight was born to a loner she-cat named Little alongside her three littermates; Spots, North, and Otter. Little refused to tell the four who their father was, until he came to visit them when they were so young they could barely remember him. A few moons later, Little gave birth to two more kits- Paws and Ice. Looking at the two, none of the older siblings could believe that they had the same father, but their mother reassured that they did (although, if this was a lie, no cat has discovered it yet).

Little died from greencough. When she had the disease, she had separated herself from her kits. North, Spots, and Ice were the cats who found her body. The six kits buried her, but stayed where they were living. When a wildfire occurred, the six were split up. Shade, Spots, and Ice found a home in WaveClan, becoming Forestpaw, Splashpaw, and Streamkit. North, Otter, and Paws found a home in MarshClan, becoming Northpaw, Otterpaw, and Pathkit.

## Theme Song

### a forest/stream talk about Feelings and other things i like to avoid

Forestflight padded out of the warriors' den with a smile on her face, her pelt still warm from spending the night pressed against Sunblaze. It was hard for her to believe that they were actually *mates*, sometimes, after how long their courtship had lasted — but here they were, and waking up in the same nest every day was always a nice reminder of that.

Today, though, she guessed that she wouldn't be seeing very much of him until later that night. He had Sprucepaw to train, and for all she knew she might be assigned to a patrol. She shook off those thoughts, though, and padded over to the fresh-kill pile; there wasn't much point in dwelling on it, really.

She looked over the selection in front of her with a tilted head, then briefly glanced around camp. She brightened when she spotted Streamshadow at the edge of camp, her head dipped and posture twisted as she groomed her flank. The tabby looked back at the prey pile and picked out a gull, then trotted over to her sister and set the large bird down in front of her.

"I hope you haven't eaten, yet," Forestflight mewed once Streamshadow looked up at her, bypassing a greeting, "because I was hoping we could share this."

Streamshadow watched her for a moment, then meowed, "You'll have to pluck it," before she went back to her grooming. Forestflight grinned at her, even though she couldn't see it, and settled down next to her, dipping her head to start pulling feathers from the gull, setting them in a neat pile next to her.

"You'll have to fight me for the feathers, you know," Forestflight commented. Streamshadow gave her a bland look and she added, "Hey, *I'm* the one doing the plucking!"

"You're going to add *all* of them to your nest?" Streamshadow asked between licks, her tone unimpressed.

"It's a big nest," Forestflight defended. "I have to share it, remember?"

"*Have* to."

"It's a real chore," she agreed. "I had to wake Sunblaze up this morning and everything!"

She didn't have to wake him up. She'd given him a nuzzle before she'd left their nest and had accidentally woken him up, but it was *basically* the same thing, wasn't it? And did it even matter if it was the truth, when it came to the really important things — those being pestering her sister at every opportunity that arose?

"An awful burden," Streamshadow meowed, dry as a bone.

Forestflight nodded her agreement, grinning up at her. "Someone has to make sure that Sprucepaw gets trained, don't they?" she asked. "I guess that it just has to be me."

Streamshadow's ears flicked back against her skull and stayed there, and she hummed, "Mm-hmm. I'm sure she'll thank you later."

"Of course she will," Forestflight mewed. "I'll be the reason she earns her warrior name, I bet." She plucked the last few feathers from the gull and took a bite out of it, then pushed it towards the gray-and-white she-cat, who gave her pelt a few more licks before she turned her attention to their shared meal.

"Maybe you should focus more on your own duties instead of on an apprentice you don't have?" Streamshadow suggested, dipping her head to take a bite of the bird.

Forestflight paused, as if she was considering it. "I *could*," she meowed. "But I haven't had an apprentice since Lionfur, and all the kits in the nursery won't be apprenticed for *moons*."

Streamshadow tilted her head at her. "You sound like you're sure you'll get one."

"Well, *obviously* I am," Forestflight meowed. "They're all related to Jaggedstar or Grovestone — most of them are related to both, actually, so they're going to be picky about mentors. Why *wouldn't* I get one?"

Streamshadow gave a small scoff, but she said nothing.

"What?" Forestflight asked, blinking innocently at her. "Do you not believe me?"

"Of course I do," Streamshadow mewed. "I'm sure that you'll train one of them — in fact, why don't they just give all of them to you? You could handle it, right?"

Forestflight gave a firm nod of her head. "It'll be easy," she meowed. "Good practice for once I'm leader, too."

Streamshadow just rolled her eyes, taking another bite out of the gull. Forestflight lifted her head to glance around camp again, her eyes falling on the group of cats gathering around the Tallcliff; Grovestone must be organizing patrols, she realized. Her ears flicked back when she caught sight of Bluesky in the crowd, and she watched as she rose to her paws and made her way to the entrance of camp, Currentfur and Deerpool on her heels. The three of them disappeared through the entrance of camp, leaving Forestflight to stare after them.

She didn't notice Streamshadow watching her carefully, her eyes drifting from her sister to the now-empty camp entrance, until she asked, "Are you still worried about her?"

"Hmm?" Forestflight turned her head to blink at her sister, then she gave a slow nod of her head, ears low. "Yeah. I just… I don't know if I did something wrong."

"I doubt it," Streamshadow mewed. "She would have told you if you did, wouldn't she?"

"I hope so." She let her eyes drift to the gull, still mostly uneaten. Idly, she dragged one of the feathers over from the pile for her paws to play with, and she thought.

Forestflight wanted to pin Bluesky's behavior on the plague — she'd lost Stonebreeze, her uncle and her mentor, and she knew that they'd been close — but she knew that she couldn't, even though it would have been so much easier if she could have. She *knew* grief, from Splashpaw and from Otterleap, and she could have helped her with it. But it had been going on since before the plague, and she didn't know *why*, and she didn't know how to fix it, either.

More than anything, she wanted her friend back. She wanted to banter with her again. She wanted to play around with her like they did before. She wanted to bother Streamshadow with her again, flirt with her just to watch her sister storm off and laugh with her afterwards. She wanted to see her smiling and laughing, anything as long as she wasn't sad, and she wanted the warm and fluttering feelings that Bluesky had a tendency to bring with her, too. The absence she'd left her with was so striking it was almost painful, and she wanted it *gone*; especially if it meant having her friend back.

Though, calling her a friend seemed like too small of a term for her, especially when, in her mind, she was always categorized more like Sunblaze—

*Oh.*

"Forestflight?" Streamshadow asked, tilting her head at her. The tabby noted the concern on her features, but she couldn't find it in herself to do anything about it in the wake of her revelation. "Is something wrong?"

"I- I think," Forestflight began, took a steadying breath and started again, "I think I love Bluesky."

Streamshadow blinked at her, silent for a few moments. "But you—"

"I know," Forestflight interrupted. "I love Sunblaze too, obviously, but…"

"You love Bluesky too?"

Forestflight nodded. "I don't know what to do," she bemoaned, then instantly felt awful for it — she was the older of the two of them and she'd always been the one taking care of Streamshadow, she wasn't supposed to bother her with her problems. She let her head fall on the ground, hiding her face in her paws, and groaned her frustrations into them.

She felt more than she saw Streamshadow's eyes on her. "You'll have to talk to them," she meowed.

"I know," Forestflight mewed — her voice came out muffled. "But… I have to think, first."

"Okay. Just don't wait too long." She heard the gull being pushed across the ground, then Streamshadow added, "We have to finish this, you know."

Forestflight didn't feel much like eating anymore, but she wasn't in the business of making her loved ones worry any more than they had to, so she pulled her head out of the shelter of her paws and took another bite out of the gull, her mind whirling.