sensitive topics DON'T THINK OF GOODBYES;; brookstorm vigil

[Moonbeam]

The news of Brookstorm's death had spread quickly the day that it had happened, a cat that had survived through her own family dying around her, she'd survived the rogues that had ran rampant through the camps then the ones that had attacked the clan at their borders, lead by those exiled from the very clan she lived in. She even survived drowning, a feat that so few would be able to say they did, only to be taken by something Moonbeam did not yet understand, but she could have solace in the fact that the warrior had died loved and had died beside the cats she loved the most, even if her children did not know now that they were loved by the storm-colored moggie Moonbeam knew that they would know as they grew.

Paws had moved to lay fur flat, to move mint along the body of the departed before weaving small bits into fur where she could. Robinheart had helped in the small moments where she wasn't needed in the nursery with kits so young, and if wanted the medicine cat allowed Willowroot and Lichentail to do the same, mother figures to those involved, mentors and some of those most trusted to Brookstorm and Robinheart. As they worked Moonbeam was silent, eyes focused on the task at hand before she would step back, throat clearing to gather the attention of those that had begun to gather already. "Today StarClan welcomes another clanmate into it's ranks," She'd begin, finding the words hard to speak at first, "Brookstorm was loved, a dedicated warrior and mother. Please join in a moment of silence and vigil."

It was quick, the words already feeling like they were sticking to the roof of her mouth. She had so much more she wished she could say, but she couldn't find the right words for them. She was never properly friends with the other but she would have liked to be, though Brookstorm could be prickly at times she always did what was the best for the clan and had been a cat that Moonbeam had looked up to when they were younger. It was a shame she had to leave them so soon, and she would truly be missed.

A STRAWBERRY AVALANCHE ꕥ CRASHED OVER ME

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  MEDICINE CAT;
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ INFECTIONS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ACHES & PAINS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ ILLNESS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ BROKEN BONES
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ KITTING
  — ꕥꕥꕥꕥꕥ POISONS
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  ꕥ SH white masking cinnamon torbie w/orange eyes & small ears
  ꕥ speaks softly & often found humming
  ꕥ 12 moons old; ages the 17th every month
  ꕥ homosexual homoromantic ; interested in beepaw & redacted
  ꕥ currently mentoring none
  ꕥ easy to befriend/interact with ; hard to anger/upset
  ꕥ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ꕥ easy in combat unless in water, focuses on defensive tactics
  ꕥ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[robinheart]

The short moments she is afforded to prepare Brookstorm’s body feel unreal. She weaves sprigs of mint into soft blue fur and imagines Brookstorm waking to place them instead in Robinheart’s pelt, claiming them to look better on the tortoiseshell just as she had done with the flower petals. She smooths down stubborn curls adorning her mate’s chest and almost thinks it to rise and fall with breath. She presses nose to forehead expecting warmth and is met with stillness. Every hope and trick of the eye is laid to rest just as her beloved is.

Robinheart leaves her kits with Apricotflower, explaining to the sleeping newborns that she will be back in a bit… she just has to say goodbye to their mom one last time.

‘Today StarClan welcomes another clanmate into its ranks,‘ Moonbeam speaks, beginning the vigil, ‘Brookstorm was loved, a dedicated warrior and mother. Please join in a moment of silence and vigil.’ Robinheart steps close to Brookstorm and lowers herself down, burying her muzzle in plush fur as she had done so many times before. The tears flow freely, silent sobs wracking fragile frame, and the tortoiseshell queen doesn’t speak for a long time. She can’t find the words yet.

It’s only until she knows that kits will soon awaken and seek out nourishment that she pulls away to groom the fur she had messed up. She is thoughtful and meticulous - sharing tongues one final time with the love of her life. “I love you. I will see you again one day… I promise,” she whispers a final promise - perhaps the longest promise she’ll ever have to uphold. When StarClan calls her home to them Brookstorm will be the first she seeks out. ​

[ penned by kerms ]​

 

[FERNGILL]

Brookstorm's loss radiated through RiverClan's camp, persistent as mist. A born Riverclanner, destined for greatness... lost to the river itself. Ferngill would never stop revering the water, but only because he knew its power. Power that could bring a Clan to its knees, aching with grief, for one lost too soon.

He was not among those closest to Brookstorm- it wasn't his place to press his nose to her fur as Robinheart did, but he watched as his friend gently groomed the still body of her mate. His heart throbbed for her, pierced and pained. When silence lulled, Ferngill found strength within himself to say a few words- he had not been particularly close with Brookstorm, but as a Clanmate he revered her, and would feel her absence like a plucked whisker.

"I'll see you again someday, friend." Ferngill's single eye lingered on her motionless face from afar, for a few moments. A promise, murmured to the stars... with Robinheart crouched at her side, murmuring her love, Ferngill knew she must be listening.​

✦ penned by pin ✦​

 

[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- The scent of mint itched uncomfortably at his senses. It wasn't right. While herbs wedged between strands of cold grey fur and tufts carefully pushed back into place, Otterbite could tell it was all wrong. No longer would he know she was around by the fragrance of the rivers mist, no longer would he find his pawsteps falling in tandem with hers across the plains, no longer would he find a mirrored image of fiery green.

How was it any fair? Lightningstone, Meadowheart, Oxbowpaw- she had been the last of her pedigree and now?

While Moonbeam speaks, narrowed eyes bore into the back of Robinheart's head, teeth clenched as his tail thudded against the earth. He only tore away once Ferngill arrived and his gaze fell to the thin shadow beneath Brookstorm's body.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── IM OUT OF CONTROL ⋅❁⋅ OH, HOW I BURN FOR YOU ──┐‎

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, thirteen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Gladefrost]

Brookstorm's death had been sudden and something you wouldn't ever think about. However, it was sometimes letting you guard down doing things in life that could end up costing your life. The sad coincidence was the warrior just wanted to get a meal for her mate who was in labor then they could celebrate their creations of love together. A costly mistake of the underwater growth catching around and getting lost in the current, a mistake that seemed as a tragic start but she hadn't drowned to death. But... her lungs were in horrible condition because of the water and she passed holding her lover and children.

Troutsnout didn't have much of an opinion on Brookstorm but she respected the female. There was times where she felt annoyed or angry with how she neglected and ran from Robinheart when she was still pregnant, or the previous incidents between them. Brookstorm always managed to make up for her mistakes and still returned to her best friend in the end, despite being scared of motherhood. Watch over Robinheart and the children, Brookstorm. She prays softly while her chambray gaze closes, glancing to her best friend as she brushes against Robinheart's side in comfort.

We'll all miss you dearly and support Robinheart for you.
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