- May 29, 2023
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Robinheart curls into a tighter ball as leafbare chill settles around her like a wintry blanket. Her nest, fortified with extra moss from Foxtail, offers some warmth from the cold of the den walls - the chill is uncomfortable but it will not last long as Hazecloud had said. One day the location will yield a comfortable breeze during greenleaf and Robinheart will be glad to have listened to the queen.
Sleep eludes the newly named warrior and not just because of the cold. Brookstorm’s nest remains empty. Robinheart has kept a close eye on it, watching and waiting for stone hued fur to occupy the mass of moss and reeds. Even if the molly does not sleep she should still surround herself with other RiverClanners, right? After all she has suffered a terrible loss and finds herself very much alone.
Alone.
Robinheart knows the feeling. Perhaps not in the same capacity - her family still lives - but she had spent nights alone trapped within a twoleg house wondering if she would never see her loved ones again. It was an awful feeling and one that pangs her heart knowing Brookstorm feels worse than that. The two may not be close, hell they’ve only just begun to be civil to each other, but Robinheart decides then and there to go find Brookstorm.
Her multicolored pelt fluffs against the night air as she ventures from the den. Citrine eyes adjust to the inky camp laid before her and before long they befall a silvery pelt aglow in the moonlight. Had the occasion not been so somber she’d almost think Brookstorm to look… beautiful. Enrobed in ribbons of moon and star shimmer. But the thought is pushed from her mind as she pads over to the stony molly and sits beside her. She gingerly leans against Brookstorm and aims to wrap her tail around her, should the other allow it, to share her body heat as she assumes Brookstorm to be chilled to the bone after sitting outside for so long.
“I…” Robinheart whispers, her breath clouding the midnight air, “I am sorry for your loss, Brookstorm.” She doesn’t think it’ll heal the gaping wound in Brookstorm’s heart, but it’s something. “If there’s anything I can do… anything at all, I’ll do it. I want to be here for you. To be a friend… so you aren’t alone.”
@brookstorm
Sleep eludes the newly named warrior and not just because of the cold. Brookstorm’s nest remains empty. Robinheart has kept a close eye on it, watching and waiting for stone hued fur to occupy the mass of moss and reeds. Even if the molly does not sleep she should still surround herself with other RiverClanners, right? After all she has suffered a terrible loss and finds herself very much alone.
Alone.
Robinheart knows the feeling. Perhaps not in the same capacity - her family still lives - but she had spent nights alone trapped within a twoleg house wondering if she would never see her loved ones again. It was an awful feeling and one that pangs her heart knowing Brookstorm feels worse than that. The two may not be close, hell they’ve only just begun to be civil to each other, but Robinheart decides then and there to go find Brookstorm.
Her multicolored pelt fluffs against the night air as she ventures from the den. Citrine eyes adjust to the inky camp laid before her and before long they befall a silvery pelt aglow in the moonlight. Had the occasion not been so somber she’d almost think Brookstorm to look… beautiful. Enrobed in ribbons of moon and star shimmer. But the thought is pushed from her mind as she pads over to the stony molly and sits beside her. She gingerly leans against Brookstorm and aims to wrap her tail around her, should the other allow it, to share her body heat as she assumes Brookstorm to be chilled to the bone after sitting outside for so long.
“I…” Robinheart whispers, her breath clouding the midnight air, “I am sorry for your loss, Brookstorm.” She doesn’t think it’ll heal the gaping wound in Brookstorm’s heart, but it’s something. “If there’s anything I can do… anything at all, I’ll do it. I want to be here for you. To be a friend… so you aren’t alone.”
@brookstorm