Territory RC avalanches is above, business continues below ✦ brookstorm

[Galerunner Galerunner]

{$title} brook has some questions about life and death

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He was changed now. Fundamentally, irreparably, he was no longer what he was before. It took this with some gratitude—of course, the dangers of kithood had not gone lost on him. It was an unspoken fact, the deadliness of youth—but the birds understood it. It was clear as day, with each fledgling raised, poised to take flight… it was only a matter of time until they were struck down. Death was inevitable, and it could have hit the tom at any moment. So it goes. It had not forgotten the rushing water, nor the cries of his sister—those were the sounds he held close, the grotesque serenade that came to him late at night. His gratitude at life, at him surviving to see the rest of it, could only exist in light of the crueler things.

And now, his name shone in light of crueler things. Melodykit, poor little thing she was, had been renamed to the very thing that tore her world asunder… though perhaps it was fitting. No cat could live past such gnashing jaws without a kink in how they worked, a wing bent out of place irreparably. Perhaps this was her way of accepting this, of accepting who she must now be….

It thought upon this even as the sun greeted the horizon as an old friend, and even as the wind picked up into a sort of chill. He murmured his own thoughts to himself, as though he were a poet working on his next masterpiece—or some poor prophet, troubled with visions of things to come. This muttering continued, solemn and whispered, as it padded mindlessly out of the camp, blue eyes searching for something that he could not quite voice. It simply needed a walk, a clearing of the head, after such an eventful day.

It could not rest, not now—how could he, at the cusp of everything? It was afloat in some tumultuous river, something that tasted awfully familiar to fate, and he was looking over the edge of some grand waterfall. It was thrilling, it was terrifying, and it was entirely unavoidable… and so he left the camp, long tail ticking back and forth to some unknown tune as he went.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• @Brookstorm come get the boy
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  Galerunner
  ✦—Riverclan Pearl Diver | 12 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC

 

[Brookstorm]

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Brook was perplexed by the young tom which followed Pikestar with a type of fervor that defied explanation. Galerunner, as it was newly named, was undoubtedly strange. His manner of speech was nigh inscrutable, and more than once Brook had noticed odd looks or behaviors.

Tonight was one such night - Brook hadn't been able to sleep, still used to the cycle of night-time antics from his Twoleg nest. He watched as the newly named warrior padded into the dark, his tail flicking, and Brook took to his own feet, padding after the younger cat.

He followed quietly for a few moments, not bothering to sneak in his trek, and soon loped next to Galerunner, tilting his head as he looked at the cat.

"What is up with you?" he queried.

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  BROOK — SHE/HE ･ 44 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.

 

[Galerunner Galerunner]

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The following of another did not go unnoticed to him. A strange, yet familiar greyish hue flitted by in his vision, the smell of the newcomer filling his nose as they followed behind. For a moment, it flicked its ears in discontentment—this was meant to be a lonely walk, after all. But he was never one to wallow in such things, as he, too, followed after many cats without so much as a hello in acknowledgement. So Galerunner simply sighed lowly, glancing at Brook for just a moment before looking ahead, as though he were searching for something.

It did not get to walk in silence for long. Suddenly, the other sped up her strides to match his, to outpace his, and he found his blue hues meeting those ever-so-familiar striking green hues. It was strange to see this cat, one that looked ever so similar to Pikestar, and yet fundamentally… there was a clear difference, something he could not quite put his paw on. He recognized him as Brook as easily as he could recognize his mirror from himself—there was something wrong, something innately off, and his mind couldn't help but latch onto it. Though perhaps, perhaps it was Pikestar who was other, who was entirely unlike every other cat in the end. In that case, Brook was a strange glance into what could have been.

Her words, though, stunned him for just a moment. He copied her tilted head, raising a silent brow of his own as he slowed to a stop. "…I could say the same." It responded easily, indifferently even. "What secrets do you carry underneath your fur? What songs do you sing?" It sniffed, twitching his long, curled ears. "Do you hold the same regrets as he, or have you known his regret, worn it like the very pelt you share?" For a moment, his eyes roved the other, tracing the familiar scars that had suddenly grown absent. There was a strange sense of comfort in them, a knowing of the pain the leader had suffered. In some strange, unintelligible way, Gale was closer to the other for it. He had seen the other bleed, seen him in his final moments, and hummed those gentle tunes in the bed he awoke in… "Tell me, does your blood glint in the same light as his?" Galerunner asked bluntly, maintaining that all-too-familiar eye contact he had grown used to boring into Pikestar with.

—————Whether truth or just a story

It's not up to you—————

• 
  Galerunner
  ✦—Riverclan Pearl Diver | 12 Moons
  ✦—He/They/It
  ✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  ✦—A fluffy high white lynx point with curled ears and deep blue eyes
  #87878E #BAB2AC