- Jun 8, 2022
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Meditation.
Something Brook was self-taught in, she wasn't perfect at it by any means... but in her non-stop chaotic life? She had to learn of ways to cope, to lessen the sting.
Rain's death was a constant on her mind. At last, a feline who had loved her as a parent should... yet now he was buried in the dirt. Dead.
And she was a warrior of his killer.
She prays Rain can forgive her, but the song of the river tugged at her heart. It beckoned her... and staying in SkyClan with memories of him everywhere?
She couldn't... so after packing up Lightning she set out for her new home. Even if she was not all that pleased with who she must pledge her loyalties.
Inhale... breathe with your nose, not your stomach... exhale. Mindfully she felt her stomach rise and fall like a balloon.
No more crying. She tells herself as she takes another thoughtful breath, you're tough. You don't need to cry.
What do you smell Brook? What can you hear? What do you feel? She wiggles her toes in the grass, she can hear the song of the river and the mournful cry of a loon in the distance. She smells the water in the breeze, she smells...
She wrinkles her nose, what the hell is that smell?! It most certainly had interrupted her grounding exercise... so much for lowering her anxiety.
Rising onto her paws she pivots her head around, not to look obviously, but to smell. Was it even worth investigating? She didn't want to have to touch it to figure out what it was... it could be vile like crowfood... or worse... someone had made fresh dirt nearby. She shakes her head in displeasure at the thought.
Something Brook was self-taught in, she wasn't perfect at it by any means... but in her non-stop chaotic life? She had to learn of ways to cope, to lessen the sting.
Rain's death was a constant on her mind. At last, a feline who had loved her as a parent should... yet now he was buried in the dirt. Dead.
And she was a warrior of his killer.
She prays Rain can forgive her, but the song of the river tugged at her heart. It beckoned her... and staying in SkyClan with memories of him everywhere?
She couldn't... so after packing up Lightning she set out for her new home. Even if she was not all that pleased with who she must pledge her loyalties.
Inhale... breathe with your nose, not your stomach... exhale. Mindfully she felt her stomach rise and fall like a balloon.
No more crying. She tells herself as she takes another thoughtful breath, you're tough. You don't need to cry.
What do you smell Brook? What can you hear? What do you feel? She wiggles her toes in the grass, she can hear the song of the river and the mournful cry of a loon in the distance. She smells the water in the breeze, she smells...
She wrinkles her nose, what the hell is that smell?! It most certainly had interrupted her grounding exercise... so much for lowering her anxiety.
Rising onto her paws she pivots her head around, not to look obviously, but to smell. Was it even worth investigating? She didn't want to have to touch it to figure out what it was... it could be vile like crowfood... or worse... someone had made fresh dirt nearby. She shakes her head in displeasure at the thought.
