- Apr 21, 2023
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Brookstorm doesn't have the strength. As the sun sets and the moon makes its brazen appearance in the sky, the stone blue she-cat finds what has recovered to all be a farce. Her head lolls to the size and her breathing is more labored - sleeping like this is not easy, but she doesn't trouble Moonbeam for anything that may help her. She knows eventually she'll be too exhausted from existing to stay awake and that she will fall into a dreamless sleep soon enough. It seems, however, that her night is not long for the monotonous waiting yet.
The shaggy fur of her former mentor is silhouetted by the starlight outside. Brookstorm shifts her weight and tries to lift her head, however pain presses into every corner of her skull and she rests instead. The deputy (at what point, she wonders, does she get to call Lichentail their leader,) was a constant figure around, since her psuedo daughter lived in this den for the last several moons. It was a kind sight to see, even with Lichentail being tactless as usual. If anything, it made Brookstorm think of her own youth with the lynx point. Watching the surprise ceremony made her feel something, too - but that is a thought for another day.
"Shellpaw should be in the apprentice's den now, with her brothers," Brookstorm remarks, a cough punctuating her words. Her curled ears fold down on themselves and she lets out a stairstep sigh, every moment of it hinged on whether or not she can complete it. She stares deftly into the darkness of the medicine den, and she murmurs a quiet, "Lichentail?" as if to make sure the other is paying mind to her. "You know, right? Surely everyone does," inevitability is an answer unspoken, but surely the thoughts of all are in agreement. Her tail twitches, "I'm not scared, if it's worth anything. I... I think I did good enough."
@lichentail
The shaggy fur of her former mentor is silhouetted by the starlight outside. Brookstorm shifts her weight and tries to lift her head, however pain presses into every corner of her skull and she rests instead. The deputy (at what point, she wonders, does she get to call Lichentail their leader,) was a constant figure around, since her psuedo daughter lived in this den for the last several moons. It was a kind sight to see, even with Lichentail being tactless as usual. If anything, it made Brookstorm think of her own youth with the lynx point. Watching the surprise ceremony made her feel something, too - but that is a thought for another day.
"Shellpaw should be in the apprentice's den now, with her brothers," Brookstorm remarks, a cough punctuating her words. Her curled ears fold down on themselves and she lets out a stairstep sigh, every moment of it hinged on whether or not she can complete it. She stares deftly into the darkness of the medicine den, and she murmurs a quiet, "Lichentail?" as if to make sure the other is paying mind to her. "You know, right? Surely everyone does," inevitability is an answer unspoken, but surely the thoughts of all are in agreement. Her tail twitches, "I'm not scared, if it's worth anything. I... I think I did good enough."
@lichentail