Camp RC a troublesome student // wave

[Brookstorm]

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Brook padded back into camp with their 'babysitters,' dropping a couple fish on the fresh-kill pile. It would be nice when he was trusted enough to journey beyond the confines of the camp without an escort. Until then... well, she'd best make the most of the time she was kept here. He grabbed one of the fish and padded over to the nursery entrance where Wavesong sat - the attractive white and black molly who had greeted the siblings on their first arrival and helped with a theft of fish from the Twoleg camp.

"Wavesong!" he mewed cheerily. "Brought you a fish, if you'd like to share? Not sure if you've eaten yet, but this is a nice fresh catch - and not covered in dirt like that one time." He waited for her response before continuing.

"I was curious if I might also chat with you - there's still a lot I'm learning about the Clan and how things work, and you seem quite knowledgable of these things." And also confident enough to make your opinions clear - like what was the whole deal with that kit's name change?

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ooc Information

• ooc: tagging @Wavesong
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  BROOK — SHE/HE ･ 43 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY PLOT ･ SPEECH ･ THOUGHTS

  A short-furred silver cat with black tabby stripes and scathing green eyes. The carbon copy of his brother Pikestar... only without the scars.

 

[Wavesong]

The ocean is in my soul,
And it's pulling me back to shore.
I'm letting go of the weight that's dragging me down.

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" Now don't ye worry yer wee lil' mind, m'sweet guppy. " Wavesong purred, brushing a tuft of fur from Strawberrykit's brow with the edge of her paw. Her smile was soft, warm, the kind she only ever saved for her children. " Yer goin' t'do jus' fine when ye become an apprentice. No need t'rush things, aye? It'll come when it comes. " Her tail curled, sweeping around to tap gently against Troutkit's flank. " Same counts fer ye, m'fishy. " she added with a wink, leaning in to bap his nose lightly with her paw.

Stars knew she worried for him. His breaths came too shallow some days, his steps too slow. For a while he had seemed brighter, stronger... But now with leaf-bare creeping like frost along the riverbank, the ache in her chest had begun again. Oceans... Please don't take him from me too...

A breath quivered through her before a familiar voice shook her from the spiral. " Brook. " she meowed, her grin blooming instantly as the warrior approached. Beside her, Strawberrykit let out an excited squeak and launched herself at Brook's legs in an attempt to topple her like a mighty warrior would. " Imma be the mightiest apprentice of the rivers! " the kit declared, purple eyes glowing up at the she-cat. " Why do you look so much like Pikestar? "

Wavesong snorted softly, shaking her head. " Strawb, lil' rascal, ye be gentle with th'other warriors, aye? " she called, though affection softened every word. She padded forward to greet Brook properly, dipping her head. " That's a mighty fine fish ye got fer me. " she purred, eyes crinkling. " An' not even dirt-covered, which is more'n I can say fer most presents these days. " she joked with a hearty laugh. " As it is, I haven't had anythin' t'eat yet, haven't found th'time with me shoal of hearts. "

Her whiskers twitched in amusement. " I'd be happy t'help with any questions ye got. Anything ye want t'know about RiverClan or how we run things here, ye just ask. "

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41 MOONS

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