- May 29, 2023
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To the victor goes the spoils. A phrase made popular at the end of great battles to celebrate bloody victories. Certainly RiverClan arose victorious over the rogues - a victory cemented with the help of the other clans. But not all victories yield spoils. Brookpaw's certainly did not. The apprentice made of stone and salt had lost her brother, had lost yet another family member before she could even get over the loss of her mother. Part of Robinpaw didn't want to care; why should she care? Brookpaw torments her in ways that are probably deserved but still hard to swallow. She digs at the tortoiseshell's insecurities. She makes Robinpaw feel useless when all the multicolored apprentice wants out of life is to atone and become useful - to feel like she belongs. So why... why should Robinpaw care about Brookpaw's loss?
She saved me.
Over and over again Robinpaw thinks about the rogue attack in SkyClan. How she had been pinned to the ground, claws curled into her skin, life fully in the rogue's paws when Brookpaw came to her aid. Brookpaw didn't have to save her. RiverClan may have been better off if Brookpaw turned a blind eye. Yet Robinpaw stands here today, living and breathing, because the other apprentice had stepped in. And perhaps that is enough of a reason to care.
Meadowheart's nest still sat vacant in the apprentice den, though Robinpaw knew the clock was ticking on when it would be cleared out. It could not stay forever... and it was just moss and reeds after all. But they were moss and reeds that held his scent - earthen parts of him that would decay just as he would as his own body was returned to the earth. But until the day came where his scent and memory all but disappeared, Robinpaw would try hard to preserve it for Brookpaw. She tugged gently at the freshest parts of the nest, pulling free pieces and setting them beside herself in a neat pile. It may look sacrilegious to any apprentice who enters the den, so she tries her best to hurry and not be caught. She simply needs a few more minutes to gather enough of Meadowheart's nest so that she could add it to Brookpaw's without the other knowing - so she could quietly repay a debt in the only way she knew how.
@brookpaw
She saved me.
Over and over again Robinpaw thinks about the rogue attack in SkyClan. How she had been pinned to the ground, claws curled into her skin, life fully in the rogue's paws when Brookpaw came to her aid. Brookpaw didn't have to save her. RiverClan may have been better off if Brookpaw turned a blind eye. Yet Robinpaw stands here today, living and breathing, because the other apprentice had stepped in. And perhaps that is enough of a reason to care.
Meadowheart's nest still sat vacant in the apprentice den, though Robinpaw knew the clock was ticking on when it would be cleared out. It could not stay forever... and it was just moss and reeds after all. But they were moss and reeds that held his scent - earthen parts of him that would decay just as he would as his own body was returned to the earth. But until the day came where his scent and memory all but disappeared, Robinpaw would try hard to preserve it for Brookpaw. She tugged gently at the freshest parts of the nest, pulling free pieces and setting them beside herself in a neat pile. It may look sacrilegious to any apprentice who enters the den, so she tries her best to hurry and not be caught. She simply needs a few more minutes to gather enough of Meadowheart's nest so that she could add it to Brookpaw's without the other knowing - so she could quietly repay a debt in the only way she knew how.
@brookpaw