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MAplebROOk

32 Moons || She-Cat || TreeClan

Numb, that was how Maplebrook felt all the time, like all the happiness that once illuminated the very air around the young she cat was gone, sucked up by Starclan like the lives of her two kits that had never even taken one breath before they rejoined the stars. The warrioress had named them of course, little Brightkit and her brother Pantherkit were buried next to Maplebrook's brother and parents, It felt so strange, being the only one alive in the family again when just a short time ago, she had been expecting two new lives to make up for the void cast by her parent's lack of attention and now that had been snatched from her as well. 

How was she supposed to feel? Because all she felt was empty and numb, to depressed to even feel sad. Her ears flicked continously as if she hoped to hear the sweet mews of her offspring but all that was there was the regular noise of camp.
She couldn't stay in the nursery, as sweet as Honeysong had been, Maplebrook could not bare to see her kits, so sweet and full of life when her own had not made it. 

Of course Falconstorm had insisted on keeping her in the medicine den for a few days as she had lost a lot of blood during the birth but she had her suspicions that he just wanted to watch her, make sure she wouldn't go insane or something, However he had instructed her she could return to her duties as a warrior when she felt better. Better? what a laughable concept! Falconstorm was sweet and caring but he was not a she cat, he did not fully understand the pain the warrioress was in and if she was honest, for the first time in her entire life Maplebrook actually wanted to be alone. 

She was not so depressed as to end her own life just to join her kits, that was selfish, there were plenty of cats alive that still needed her, her sweet and delicate former apprentice Fawnspring for one. That was the one thing she took solace from, that and her walk to the Sparkling Brook to get a drink.

The water was still too cold for a dip and the icy air nipped at Maplebrook's skin, her short fur was not much help in the still cold air of Leaf Bare, despite it being near the end of the season. Maplebrook glanced down at the water, her reflection staring back at her and she broke down, sobbing at the water's edge, head buried in the side of her fur as the unfairness of her life seemed to tighten its grip, she was so distraught and lost in her own problems that she did not even notice the approach of another cat, quite frankly she didn't care. 

"The loss of a child is a process, it starts the day the child passes and ends the day the parent joins them"

Tags: Fawn ( Fawnspring mention), Justice ( Falconstorm/Honeysong mention) @anyone (Open for a cat to comfort her please)

Notes: Uggh Depressed Maplebrook is suprisingly easy to write

[williams]

into that bright world to I go

Fogsight hadn't been in camp when Maplebrook had kitted. She had been hunting, using Treeclan's talents to catch a bird as it took off from the branch she climbed on. Pride of the catch after her silly fall last seasons swelled as the small she-cat trotted into camp. News however, had already spread, and sadness sat in her belly. Fogsight didn't necessarily want kits, but Maplebrook absolutely had. She sat with the feeling for the few days the she-cat had been kept under Falconstorm's watch, eyes staring at nothing as she thought of what to do. As Maplebrook left camp, just a quick drink, she heard as the reasoning, Fogsight got to her paws and followed.

She reached Maplebrook's side right as the she-cat collapsed with tears. Her heart twisted in pity. Fogsight sent a prayer up to Starclan- and a curse for hurting her clanmate so deeply-, willing her paws to move. She tucked her paws underneath her as she settled next to Maplebrook, close enough their warmth could pass between them. "I'm," Fogsight sighed, knowing the she-cat would get this a lot but couldn't find anything else to say."I'm so sorry, Maplebrook. I'm here if you want to lean on me."

They didn't know each other well, but Fogsight wanted to help her clan mate, as a she-cat, as someone who may have kits of her own someday. As perhaps a new friend.

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MAplebROOk

32 Moons || She-Cat || TreeClan

Maplebrook's ears flicked as Fogsight spoke, offering her condolences like everyone else in the clan, did none of them realise that Maplebrook did not want their pity, she wanted her kits back and since they could not happen she just wanted to be left alone. Irriation swirled in the pit of her stomach and the warrioress' claws unsheathed themselves before she regained control and the tabby snuggled into the other she cat's wamth and comfort, grateful her her pressence despite the desire to be alone.

" I just.. don't know what I am gonna do, this pain, I know it will end and I'll be left with nothing but a broken heart and the knowledge that the father of my kits never cared about me to begin with" She had enough with the lying and the secrets, it was time to come clean, she had nothing to loose now except the respect of some of her clanmates but that didn't matter, their hatred was nothing to how empty she felt inside. 

Maplebrook knew that she had done the wrong thing by starting something with a tom from another clan, nevermind one that already had a mate, who would just love to watch Maplebrook fail but when she found out she was expecting kits she was so delighted, regardless of who and what their father was, those kits would have been raised with love and with a clan like her's, there would have been no shortage of father figures to the little fluffballs, but Starclan had delt her a cruel twist and she was more alone than ever. 


Her parents and sibling never paid her much attention, so when Harestrike showed an interest she jumped at the oppitunity to feel special, loved and while he had hurt her by leaving and disowning their kits, it was nothing compared to the loss of the kits themselves and though it had been a few weeks since she buried the little bundles, the pain was still fresh for a wound that would never truely heal. 

"My name is Maplebrook."

"The loss of a child is a process, it starts the day the child passes and ends the day the parent joins them"

williams ( Fogsight)
Fawn ( Harestrike mention)

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Flamepaw had felt awkward about the whole thing. Yes, he'd grown up and spent the vast majority of his kithood in another clan, but he knew the pride his mother had had for him, Pantherpaw and his two sisters, Dewpaw and Fernpaw. Even though he and Pantherpaw weren't really her kits. 

Now Maplebrook had lost hers. 

As a kit without a 'proper' parent, Flamepaw knew the loneliness and depression that was undoubtedly eating away at Maplebrook like a snake. He refused to see another cat feeling that way without at least trying to help. Not that he could do much, nothing would bring back her kits... but maybe seeing him would bring her at least a small modicum of comfort in these horrid times. 

He'd stop by the prey store on the way. At least he'd offer, even if he was certain she wouldn't eat anything. 

He stopped to grab a mouse, large enough to share if she didn't feel like finishing the whole animal. Maybe that'd be how he'd help her through this. 

"Maplebrook? I was passing and I bought you some fresh kill, just in case you were hungry. May I sit with you a while?"

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Fawnspring

16 MOONS - SHE-CAT - TREECLAN

There was no such thing as getting through leafbare unscathed. For most, it meant a few hungry, cold nights spent wishing for an early newleaf. For others, it meant a brush with greencough. But for Maplebrook... Fawnspring's heart had ached and wept over the loss of her mentor's precious kits. Brightkit and Pantherkit, they were called; Fawnspring had whispered their names before going to sleep each night, trying to cement them into her memory.

It wasn't fair that they hadn't even taken a breath before StarClan took them away. At least by speaking of them, giving them names, they would get to live on in a symbolic way. It was a small comfort to the mother that had suffered their losses. Fawnspring would keep it up. It shook her understanding of faith, but that was something to be confronted at a later time.

With a squirrel she had managed to catch through sheer luck (it was mostly birds that were caught in leafbare, they did not hibernate like the rest of their forest’s prey), Fawnspring returned to camp. She nodded and smiled gently to her sister, and to Thornheart, but shook her head when he looked like he might approach. Sorry Thornheart, I can’t stop to talk right now. Maplebrook needs me.

Her mentor needed badly to know that she wasn’t alone.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise to Fawnspring, but when she found the grieving queen, Flamepaw and Fogsight were already there providing emotional support. Of course others cared about her just as deeply as Fawnspring did; truth be told, the more cats showed up, the merrier. ”I brought you this squirrel, but since we’re all here, we can share it.” Fawnspring looked at the brokenhearted tabby, having caught the tail end of her mentor’s depressed admission to Fogsight, but would not pry. ”Do you mind if we eat with you?”

As we soared above the town that never loved me
I realized I finally had a family
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