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This thread is set two weeks after Kerrigan's disappearance, one week after Pearlypaw's promotion to Acecoop, and four days after Springlockedgrave gives birth to a litter of kits. Eventually, Spring's daughter, Lakeveil, will take up the Vrachii position, but until she's officially promoted by the Tsar, the Vrachii position is vacant in rp, as Pearlypaw isn't considered ready to take on the role. )
It had been two weeks since Kerrigan disappeared. Springlockedgrave couldn't decide whether to be happy or sad that the Tsar hadn't returned yet, and that Everette hadn't taken the throne already in his grasp. In a way, she was sad, that though their last conversation had finally cleared things between them, they would never be able to grow together and make BrookClan a better place for putting their differences aside. At the same time, that never would have been the case anyway, as she'd made her decision two weeks ago, before even speaking with the now missing she-cat, that she wouldn't live to see the kits she'd carried even open their eyes. She'd given birth four days ago, and in those four days, she'd allowed herself all the time she could with her final litter, given Pearlypaw her first training session, and ultimately gotten the last of her affairs in order.
There was nothing left for her to do. She couldn't give them all the goodbyes she wanted to, not in person, couldn't risk tipping them off to her intentions. Instead, her mind whispered all the words left unsaid as she packed a small leaf with a few bright red berries, wrapping it up and grasping the bundle in her jaws, then stepping out of the den, past the floor stained with her own blood and the den of her sleeping family, and towards the entrance of the tunnels.
I'm sorry I couldn't help you more, Ossuaryshriek. I'm sorry I never knew you, Toy. I'm sorry I couldn't be the daughter you wanted, mom. I'm sorry I was never a mother that any of you could be proud of, and I'm sorry I'm leaving you now, to pick up the pieces and learn to live without me. I'm sorry Kerrigan, that I fought so hard against you for so long, and I'm sorry I couldn't be a proper mentor to you, Pearlypaw. I'm sorry, BrookClan, that I couldn't be the Vrachii you needed. The apologies rang silently in the golden feline's ears as she stepped outside, a mixture of snow and rain pouring down over the landscape, landing in the midnight waters of the waterfall and washing away the white that blanketed the ground. Springlockedgrave sat herself at the water's edge, setting down the bundle and tilting her head back, the sleet pouring over her face and mixing with the tears that fell from her eyes.
Her heart hurt then. It hurt for the cats she was leaving behind and lamented that these moments would be her last. They wouldn't understand, and she was sorry for that too, that she never been able to let them anyone in, no matter how much she knew they cared about her. But she couldn't do it anymore. She couldn't live in fear of her eldest children, couldn't keep going, paranoid out of her mind, barely able to treat BrookClan let alone herself. It wasn't living, not really. It was her own personal hell, and for once in her life, she decided to take matters into her own paws, to change the situation she was in, even if she couldn't ever go back on it.
Looking down and opening the wet bundle at her paws, a few deathberries were nestled carefully in the leaf. It was ironic, that she'd killed five kits with these berries, only for them to return to her, far worse than ever before. Maybe the same would happen to her.... Was it wrong to hope it didn't? That whatever afterlife accepted her, they wouldn't subject her to live another tortured life such as this.
Sorry StarClan, Nivet, whoever is watching from the stars, that I wasn't able to do you justice. The healers could hear the dead, and though Springlockedgrave considered that the voices whispering in and out of her mind were simply figments of her imaginations, willing her to turn around and live another day, this time, it felt different. It felt like actual cats breaking their silence to try and send her one final message. Unfortunately, she could not be swayed from her course, not this time.
She leaned down, deliberately taking her time in lapping up the poisonous berries, knowing that within a few seconds, the pain would start, and in a few moments, her heart would stop, her body shut down as the fatal herbs took hold. The Vrachii laid down on the wet rock, as comfortable as she could get, closing golden eyes as it began. It didn't last long, and to be quite honest, it wasn't the most pain she'd ever experienced, for nothing compared to the mental and physical trauma she'd experienced in her lifetime.
The convulsing slowed, and the scarred feline, now curled up into a fetal position from the ordeal, had one last thought in her mind as the darkness swallowed her whole.
It was not a surprise that she was the one first drawn to such a moment in time. Out of all felines to arrive on the scene simply by chance, it was not a shock that it was this particular feline. She felt her body twitch as she padded closer to the shape, the haunted look that always centered in her gaze only growing stronger. Still, she lurched forward, her paws being dragged by a phantom pull towards the corpse. Even before reaching it, the feline knew that it was too late, that the creature curled into the ball was dead.
Yet, there was a part of her that tried not to believe it. A part of her that, once close enough, found herself desperately knocking into her mother's pelt. It wasn't as if these motions would do much, even if Springlockedgrave had not been already far gone. After all, a touch from Cryptecho was often a touch of a ghost. You could feel it, but the feeling only had the strength to be faint.
"Mother," came the words out of her lips. "Mother, mother." The words cracked weakly as she pushed her paw against the she-cat's face. "Mother..." It was as if this was the only thing that the she-cat could say. After all of the moons of thinking that it was her fault, that her mother was the way she was because of something she did, Cryptecho was faced with the reality that she was dead.
Post by Honeystorm on Feb 13, 2019 14:22:50 GMT -5
By the time her body was found, it was cold and stiff, gone for at least a few hours, gone while everyone had been sleeping in the cover of night. Springlockedgrave hadn't been a cat with numerous lives, only numerous demons, ones that had finally beaten her, once and for all.
Lakeveil and Blazehowl were the next to arrive at the scene. Both were cats that woke early, and had intended to do some hunting before their family awoke, only to notice their mother missing. Now, this wasn't unusual to anyone, as Springlockedgrave often tried to avoid her family, it seemed, but there was something different in the air, almost tangible, that prompted them to increase their pace, for curiosity if nothing else. As a pair, they came upon Cryptecho and Springlockedgrave, sharing a glance before they neared. "What happened?" Lakeveil's voice was a whisper of practiced disbelief and horror, locked on to the frame of her dead mother as she waited for a response. In truth, neither her, nor her twin, could care less, for many reasons, not the least of which being attributed to what the she-cat had done to them. Even so, they were ready to place the part of grieving family once their thoughts were confirmed, as that was the role they were meant to play in this tragedy.
Cryptecho's head turned towards the she-cat. Unlike the twins, there was genuine sorrow in her gaze. Of course, Springlockedgrave had been probably long gone since before the she-cat was even born(she didn't know that she could thank the cats in front of her for that), but that didn't mean that she was any less her mother. Her mother, a cat she had tried her entire life to be good enough to make her happy. Cryptecho's antics were not the ideal antics to make a cat happy, but she had always internalized her mother's distance. Maybe it she was just good enough... The skeleton of a she-cat would never know. She would never be able to prove herself.
Her voice caught in her mouth as she tried to speak. It was quite pathetic, truly, to see the already broken cat look the way she did. "I-- she was-- already.. Couldn't... save..." Her words came out fractured. "Gone... Mother...."
[LOL you know cryptecho has never once had a thread with springlockedgrave but in her bio it says something about her internalizing her mother's behavior so here i am just faking characterization LOL this is nice]
( Maybe we should make one set in the past for them then? cx )
Lakeveil's tail wrapped around Cryptecho, and soon the blue-gray feline was nearly curled around her, "Blazehowl. Go wake everyone else." She ordered softly, the orange tom slipping away in silence, leaving the two she-cats alone for a few moments before all hell would break loose. "You couldn't have done anything." The Dvorayne assured softly, false tears leaking from her eyes. Irritation settled in her heart more than sadness. Springlockedgrave had largely been useless, and in death she was even more so.
Blazehowl was quick to enter the den of his sleeping family only a short distance away, prodding everyone awake with sharp, urgent pokes. "Get up. Springlockedgrave's dead." He ordered, undeniable shock in the usually stoic tom's voice as he roused them.
