- Apr 21, 2023
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It's like any other day. With newleaf being so plentiful, and Brookstorm being skilled as she is, she brings home two fish instead of one. One finds its home atop the fresh kill pile, destined for the elders or a new apprentice with a kindly mentor. The other remains with her, as stone grey paws carry her towards the nursery. She does as she has done for days, if not weeks, now; bringing her ex lover a meal caught by her very own paws. The effort was instructed (if not demanded) by Lichentail and has since become second nature.
Her personal animosity against Robinheart has faded into grief instead. Mourning, maybe, if what she ruined.
She parts the reeds of the nursery, spotting the tortoiseshell unexpectedly. The other was usually on a walk at this time of day - did she forego it for some reason? Brookstorm had managed to avoid her thus far... Maybe it's time to stop.
"Hey," she says, but she cannot stop her voice from being tough and curt. "This is for you. And anyone you want to share it with," though Brookstorm would loathe to know if Robinheart shares it with anyone at all.
Her personal animosity against Robinheart has faded into grief instead. Mourning, maybe, if what she ruined.
She parts the reeds of the nursery, spotting the tortoiseshell unexpectedly. The other was usually on a walk at this time of day - did she forego it for some reason? Brookstorm had managed to avoid her thus far... Maybe it's time to stop.
"Hey," she says, but she cannot stop her voice from being tough and curt. "This is for you. And anyone you want to share it with," though Brookstorm would loathe to know if Robinheart shares it with anyone at all.