➶ - How would it feel to be stuck in a horrid place, alone with your thoughts to sulk forever? - ➶ ========================================== I decided to draw Jaybrook! In the picture she’s sitting in the Dark Forest, pondering her life and being very angry at the clans n stuff, blaming them for her exile and banishment the Place of No Stars. Normal Jaybrook behavior - enjoy! — ➶ Jaybrook sat beneath a dying tree in the dark forest. She /hated/ this place with every fiber of her being. Never would she see her friends again, never would she get revenge on her enemies. She trained cats to try. She trained them, made them stronger, so maybe, just maybe they’d beat her former clan in a battle. It was little, but it kept her from insanity. The thought of even just a bit of revenge. As for her friends, they were all in StarClan. Rosehaze had said she’d find Frecklepool for her, but that hadn’t happened yet. Most of the time, the she-cat was left to ponder her life. This pondering started with Charcoalheart and the grave, moving to her partnership with Squeakdawn, then to her and Mousepelt’s quarrels, her kidnapping by Glade, then to her and Squeakdawn’s break-up. Then she thought of Frecklepool, her closest friend, then of Stripesnap, her second mate. Mushroomheart came along, another close friend of hers, then Jaybrook’s exile. That event caused the she-cat to growl under her breath. After this, she kidnapped Skipstorm, who became her Dark Forest apprentice after her death. The only event left was Jaybrook’s death, which made the exile cringe every time. She’d loved the Endless Salt Lake...who knew it would kill her? Sighing, Jaybrook laid down and thought more. If only she’d succeeded. If only Clawlight hadn’t stopped her from killing Mousepelt, she thought, maybe things would have gone differently. Maybe she would have been worshipped by her clan, after some convincing, like she’d always wanted. She imagine ShadowClan chanting, “Jaybrook! Jaybrook! Our hero!” Then smiled. She would’ve been their idol, she thought! Then she let out a cry of despair. How did things get so bad? Why did she end up here? Why did ShadowClan now curse her name? Warn kits to never be like her? This was exactly what she didn’t want. But, then again...at least she was remembered. Her friends still loved her, right? It was just her enemies who wrote the history. Because they’d won. How would it feel, for them, to be stuck in a horrid place, alone with your thoughts to sulk forever? She wished one day she’d see Mousepelt and her other enemies here. Maybe then she would really get her revenge. ➶ —
Jaybrook belongs to me Characters featured in the background (Frecklepool, Stripesnap, Squeakdawn, Glade, Mushroomheart, Charcoalheart, Mousepelt, Skipstorm, Ivypaw) belong to their respective owners, and do not belong to me in any way art by me
