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The young woman stood at the cemetery. Light mists of rainfall from the darkened foggy afternoon. Her sweet cousin was too young. A loved father, husband, friend, and relative. The eighteen year old clenched the black umbrella rod tightly. This was long per due. But she finally had the money to pay for this. Tears were loosely held by strength. They pleaded and cried to rain down but she refused.
Owen's wasn't pleasant. He was shot by an angry farmer. Dammit Owey why'd you have to tresspass? She wanted to break down after the teasing thought. He didn't deserve to die. His death had made her angry and discussing in presence. Nothing could make her lightened. Not even acceptance in the medical program. But, one thing kept her from dying inside. Owen had died how he loved, happy. The plants he grew in his yard had seemed to have died with the great man. The wilted beauties were ordered to he destroyed by her. She didn't want to see.
Brook knelt to the muddy ground. Her filled blue eyes lowered their gaze to the deepness that the glass coffin had been lowered to. The dark haired boy was dressed nicely and his hair was combed perfectly. Her hand shot to her mouth as she continued to look at her fallen relative. She choked back tears and stood again. He shouldn't have died, he shouldn't have died.... I'm sorry I was never there.. Brook continued to cover her mouth as she lifted her gaze to the preacher.
The aged male spoke of the bible and sent his words. He spoke of Heaven and where Owen would be happy. But she almost snarled at the words. She didn't want him to go. She wanted him here. The teen returned her hands again to the umbrella and held it firmly.
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Bump ; - ;
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Before you begin to laugh, Brook was here to socialize. Not for the babe call. The albino Linz plopped herself a seat in front of the jet colored child. "Hello." she mewed.
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"Accepted, Welcome to RiverClan. I am Brook. If you are in need of assistance in any sort, do not hesitate to ask me." the female said with a nod as she approached from the shadows. Joiner? Nice.
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Brook sighed heavily. "I'll go with you." she huffed. He wasn't fooling anyone. She wanted to go anyway. But the one she wanted to go with was .. taken. The lynx wanted a little buddy anyway. Brook attempted to pick the kit up by the scruff and walk to the ball.
#rcactivitybrook
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Yes, Brook was embarrassing herself. The albino lynx came in with Nightkit. Her eyes flashed around for the one she wanted to go with. As she spotted with him with another her face grew warm and she hugged Nightkit tighter.
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Brook was among the crowd. He sung nicely. The female gasped as he fell and rushed to his side. Brook would put her paws on the tree and try to push. Wasn't working.
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As the priest finished he stepped away from the front of the hole. He looked to Brook and gave a curt nod. She was the only one related to him. That showed up. Red, his brother, didn't accept her invitation. It must've been too hard. The young adult looked down at Owen for a long silent moment. Only the sounds of rain were audible. Finally, she walked over to the front and looked upon the few who came. Her umbrella dropped behind her as she threw it down. Rain didn't matter. Her blue eyes locked on Owens glass coffin as she spoke. "Owen.. You've watched me grow all these years and you've helped me. I .. I'm not grown now. Now I have to walk without your helping hand. I have to stumble on my own..." she choked a bit. "Owen I love you. I miss you. I hope you find endless land and love where you are." Brook didn't, hadn't known what to say. The speech she prepared was crumpled tightly in her hand. The girl picked up the umbrellas handle and walked to the back of the crowd.
#rcactivitybrook
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Brook purred as the little tom held onto her. it felt nice to be loved again. He was like a brother. Speaking of brother like guys, where was Arthur? She stood and walked around to find the dashing vice leader.
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The female came over. This looked weird. She wouldn't participate. It would be fun to watch though.
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brook approached. A smile bright on her maw. "That's nice. I'm here to kelp ya know." she offered with a low chuckle. Poor kid, at least new kits will brighten her mood.
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Brook stood near. Her blue gaze sweeping from Tino to Arthur. She remembered ... things. The lynx brushed the private thoughts away as she approached the serval. "You're happy with Tino now?" she asked. 'Quite aware that his memory was still a bit faulty.[/fancypost][/fancypost] |
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Brook came quickly as she heard the voice of Nightkit scream. She attempted to pick hm up and rock him a bit. "You can't see?" she breathed. Her eyes flashed to the tree behind her and she gulped. It must've hit him in an important nerve. Brook returned her gaze to Nightkit. There was nothing they could do now..[/fancypost][/fancypost] |
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"None." she mewed. Brook, honestly, knew a great deal of this already. She had studied this before her promotion. However, there was so much more to learn.[/fancypost][/fancypost] |
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"Yes.." she grunted and knelt to the fallen lion. "I need.. Thyme, Goldenrod, and Marigold." she mewed. Brook would try to tilt the lion's head facing skyward. The air way needed to be clear. To the honest, she didn't know what to do for his bleeding insides. The lynx would wait for Gunstar to grow the needed herbs.[/fancypost][/fancypost] |
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Brook appeared from the shadows. Her gaze emotionless, except slight curiosity in this cat. The lynx blinked and looked the female up and down. No threat. "RiverClan. Are you here to join RiverClan? If so, we'd be more then happy to accept you." Her expression continued to hold nothing.[/fancypost][/fancypost] |
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Brook ran over at the lions shouts. Ah, Mordred again. She skidded to a halt beside him and looked down on the kit. He just looked tired. She couldn't see any injuries. But then she saw his leg. "Ehk! Get back Mordred." she mewed. The lynx would attempt to carefully move the bone back in place to set it. Dammit she didn't have any calming herbs or any herbs on her. "I'm sorry..." she uttered. The female grabbed a stick near by and used it as a splint. "Silverkit could you run and get Sparkfire?" she asked. Brook didn't have flower prints and she needed herbs now for this kit. [/fancypost][/fancypost] |
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The Mikaelson trotted around the forest. Little to nothing on her mind. Only one thing: kinship. Brook had to sort out her details later. For now, she was on the hunt. Hopefully, no one would barge in and mess her kill up.[/fancypost][/fancypost] |
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