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    //it's time

    I BROKE MY OWN HEART

    Brightlake was many things. She was a good warrior, she fought for her clan and loyally defended it's borders. She was a fine hunter. Bringing back prey even in the most harsh winters. But their was one thing that she struggled to grasp. Maternal instincts. Starclan blessed her with the bastard children of a one night stand. Which never mind how annoying their father was.


    Now she had crying balls of uselessness to stress her out even more. Brightlake as a child wanted kits badly. Her dreams was a simple one as a child. Long since corrupted by a need to be the best, a need to prove herself. This drive built into her ever since the death of her protector, Tigerkit. She had grown to become bitter and spiteful towards anything sharing her bloodline. Which most of her hatred to her living sibling. As well as past tormentor.


    Best to not spend time moping after all. Bright herself was curled up in the medicine. Licking a shaking sleeping willowkit. After his, 'accident' . Willow has become the only kit that Bightlake takes care off. Is it guilt, maybe? But more likely her actions shook her. She was acting her they acted. She could of killed Willowkit, willowkit would of just died. Just like tigerkit. So this left the queen frantic. She kept overly caring for the young child. Which might be in need right now, seeing his new worrisome injury. Clearly, she needed help. But Bight had no idea out to approach others. She kept her gaze on the open entrance to the den, a small frown painted on her lips.

    jetpaw had been limping into the medicine den with a thorn dug deep into the pad of his paw, grimacing with every move he was forced to make forwards. he was startled by the sight of brightlake's eyes pointed in his direction, jerking slightly in his step and accidentally putting pressure on the paw with the thorn in it. he winced in pain, pressing his paw close to his chest as he gathered the courage to make conversation with the queen.


    "hello, brightlake!" he greeted shyly. the apprentice hobbled on his three legs, struggling with his poor balance skills. "is willowkit doing better today? if you need anything, you can ask me! sorry for asking, but do you know if hopeclaw is here?"

    I BROKE MY OWN HEART

    She hadn't been expecting someone to walk in. She seemed slightly worried when she noticed the child step on their thorn. But it would probably be odd to focus on that as she was already asked a question. Giving a worried smile as she began to explain and answer. ``He's doing better, his breathing is stable at least, but he still hasn't woken. Hopeclaw is out collecting poppy I believe.`` She knew that wasn't the answer the child was looking for. I mean, when you have a painful stick throbbing in your pads. You'd want the medicine cat nearby. She could understand that honestly.

    There was once a time in which he would shamelessly voice every opinion that entered his mind. It was for the best Coldthroat had outgrown that for the most part. He did have a tendency to forget his filter from time to time, but primarily he was good. Jayfrost was responsible for that, his old mentor. Jetpaw's timid greeting echoing from to his left caused the warrior to glance, noting the apprentice speaking with Brightlake. He, too, was worried about Willowkit. The child had taken a horrid fall and Coldthroat feared he wouldn't recover. Hopeclaw wasn't giving up just yet, but he knew all too well what bad outcomes looked like. Arriving just in time to hear the mother's response, he murmured, "We can only pray to StarClan Willowkit makes it through."



    There was really no excuse for why Bearmumble hadn't noticed the obvious signs of abuse. I mean, if it had been a male lifting his paw upon a child, he would have killed the b*stard, but Brightlake was his sister. He was the last cat he ever expected to do something this horrible - to repeat the same monstrosities as their father.

    He had no excuse for not acting sooner. He had seen the way Brightlake looked at Willowkit. He had noticed her shoving her own son around, pushing him to the ground and into groups, treating his siblings better. It was all wrong, a part of him knew that, yet he did nothing. Because it was only a part. Just a small part. Someone else's voice, not his conscience. He had learned long ago not to listen to his conscience, for even that was not his own voice. It was all very confusing, the world he was taught to believe in, and the world he learned was not so simple. But none of that was a good excuse.

    Not to Bearmumble, at least.


    The warrior hovered nearby, his lemon-yellow eyes narrowed with more confusion and unease than anything else. He worried about Willowkit, about how this could have happened. If he was ever going to be okay again. He still didn't trust Hopeclaw, but the alabaster male was all they had. He began to pace, his gaze never leaving the medicine den, unsure if he should approach or not. He got the feeling Bright wouldn't want his company.


    (c)trexgirl

    I BROKE MY OWN HEART

    Brightlake gave a solemn nod to Cold as he entered the den. A small sad smile painted the silver molly's muzzle listening to his response. She nodded a bit for a moment as she lick her child's head. ``Starclan hasn't done much for me. I'm praying they'll do this.." She muttered in response. Flatten ears pinned against their head. She was about to go on but, willow woke up in a coughing fit. Despite being awake, Brightlake knew willow wasn't really up yet. His body was just wanting water, which she nuzzled close to her child letting him lick away at the moss. As willow did this, her eyes moved to bear. Guilt clear in their bright green optics.



    Seeing the look of shame in her eyes was all he needed to come forward.


    Bearmumble couldn't really remember much of his childhood. He had done a good job of supressing most of his memories without even realizing he was doing that. He remembered key moments, like times spent with his mom and Tigerpaw, or Tigerpaw's death and Stonetooth's banishment, but that was about it. He couldn't recall being very close to Brightlake as he had been with Tigerpaw, though he couldn't really remember why.

    Still though, he was there in a flash, gently pressing his nose into the molly's ear as he said, "It's not your fault, Bright, he'll be okay, i'm sure of it." But even as he said it, he felt like a liar. Looking sideways at his nephew, his heart ached for the poor blue tabby. He swiped his tongue over the sickly tom's head, wishing he could take away all the poor kid's pain.


    (c)trexgirl

    I BROKE MY OWN HEART

    A frown made it's way across Brightlake's face as bear moved to comfort her. His actions of affection only felt like lies. She knew it was her fault. Bright would just had to live with it. Green eyes moved to make her brother's. How did he always end up so much better then her? In everyway. Bear was a spitting image of perfection that's mere existence taunts her owns. Bright worries that she doesn't need to exist, she's worthless anyways. Brightlake was just as bad as her father. The man she tried to so hard to forget. She was stuck being him in the end, after all.


    Her eyes moved to willow noticing him being a bit more active then he normally was. Licking the child carefully as willow himself seemed to blink out of a slight daze. Willow looked up to his mother and to bear confused for a moment before speaking up, something he hadn't done since he had fallen asleep originally. ``Mama-? Uncle bear..?`` Willow seemed to be confused solely why he was even in the medicine cat den. Brightlake seemed to surprised at the fact willow was speaking again to form a sentence. Too busy starting to cry.