- Apr 21, 2023
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Brookpaw's reaction to the news of the gathering had been rather... muted. If Lichentail taught her anything (and, in truth, the other is a valued mentor, even if she is a subpar, bratty apprentice,) it's that loud reactions only cause trouble. She supposes that has so far caused her much grief (why hasn't she cried for her mother yet? Did she ever love the she-cat, or was their relationship fabricated?) but what use is exposing inner thoughts in front of crowds of cats who don't care? WindClanners, ThunderClanners - all of them, really, only care about internal affairs. Just as they should.
The sun is dipping beneath the horizon line and Brookpaw spies her father lingering by the stream. She has false memories of the spot - of all the times Buckgait and Lightningstone would tell them that, once they're home, they'll play in the water. Lightningstone wanted to teach them to swim, and... never got the chance. Yet she looks on fondly, though it makes her chest ache.
"Lightningstone," she greets the grey tom before sitting beside him. She's content in shared silence, watching as the lost sun paints the skies and water several shades and beyond. Yet all the same, she wants to know. Her voice is quiet, meek, and she asks, "Should I be scared...?"
The sun is dipping beneath the horizon line and Brookpaw spies her father lingering by the stream. She has false memories of the spot - of all the times Buckgait and Lightningstone would tell them that, once they're home, they'll play in the water. Lightningstone wanted to teach them to swim, and... never got the chance. Yet she looks on fondly, though it makes her chest ache.
"Lightningstone," she greets the grey tom before sitting beside him. She's content in shared silence, watching as the lost sun paints the skies and water several shades and beyond. Yet all the same, she wants to know. Her voice is quiet, meek, and she asks, "Should I be scared...?"