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Rank: 30/12/17
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Jun 13 2018, 11:01 PM
Walnutcrown, for the majority of her life, was not able to contribute to her clan. Not meaningfully anyways; her apprenticeship was a grueling task, difficult and nearly deadly for her - not just when she was attacked. As Firestar's apprentice, she had suffered from overwork, tired and brittle from the attempts to become a warrior. It had not been a good time in her life, and even simple tasks like checking borders or learning to hunt were painful.

But a screech came from the falcon, and soon enough a dead snake dropped from the sky, flopping onto the fresh kill pile. Her first. Ever. Catch. Soon after, the light bird came to a stumbling, nearly crash-landing, feathers ruffled with the pride of having actually! Contributed!

//pre fire since idk where/what/how to do,,, things after oof
May 27 2018, 11:11 PM
Perhaps there was something to be said for the resilience of Wally's spirit. Though she had indulged in being around her family, had bawled out her eyes upon reuniting with her mother and father, she knew it wasn't time for her to be completely absent. She had eyed the going ons of the clan with intense sadness, watching her children growing without their father, watching her brother do his best to make up for Black's absence.

She was disappointed, yes, but mostly she was sympathetic. Sorry that the children were without her, sorry that her love was hurting. She couldn't help but to draw away from the peaceful rest she had found, and with the kind of stubbornness only Wally could possess, she found herself once more alive.

Albeit, in a form far better suited to her.

So that is what led to a large bird of prey, perching atop Raven's den, terrifying in its presence but only... screeching once before simply ruffling her feathers and cocking her head. Innocent, wordless - and to those with the Sight - absolutely recognizable in terms of soul.
May 9 2018, 07:08 PM

It was time. Wally's birth was a long affair, and a very painful one, but at the end, two little kittens were delivered. Their mother was not in good health though - she was damp with sweat and still bleeding. Bones were broken, and she was dangerously quiet, face twisted in clear pain.

But it was worth it. Oh, it was worth it.

"Blackrise, are they...?"

Everything was kind of hazy, but the molly wanted to know if their kids were okay, beyond the buzzing pain that seemed to be her entire world right now.
May 4 2018, 11:32 AM
Well, there wasn't a whole lot of point in hiding it anymore. It wasn't as though Wally had intended to keep her pregnancy so quiet, but between the drama with Raven and the exhaustion it brought, she was happy just to sleep away most of the day in the elder's den. She wasn't exorbitantly large either - just swollen enough to be noticeable, a small litter size and a dangerous womb to grow in.

So today was the day that she moved her nest out of the elder's den. She spent the better part of an hour going back and forth between the nursery and the elder's den before she sighed and laid herself down outside the nursery. Her bones ached, angry at the movement she had persisted through, but the queen closed her eyes and hummed, focusing on the positives.

This was very likely a disaster in the making. But ... between Raven's being mad at her and Black's continued struggles with his family, she had to hope that this could be a good thing. She had to.

And so, without anything else to do, she waited until she spotted @Blackrise and tried to beckon him over, just to announce without preamble or subtlety.

"I'm pregnant."
Mar 6 2018, 12:27 AM

She'd asked someone to bring Ravenstar, a sort of quiet understanding having settled in her heart and her mind. There had been a time when she had strove to prove herself capable of being a warrior. She had wanted to support herself so that her brother no longer had to worry and fret over her with every day that passed. She had wanted to prove to Winterstar that he hadn't made a mistake in asking her to be his daughter. She had wanted to show Firestar that even the weak could contribute meaningfully.

In the end, though, Walnutpaw had been an apprentice for a very, very long time. Her brother was gone - his paws had carried him away from her, and despite her mourning sadness in his absence, she hoped that he had found himself happiness. Happiness and freedom from the burden she had been, regardless of his love for her. Winterstar had left too - promising to come back one day (or had he? it seemed so long ago now). Firestar had been too far for her to reach, and he was gone too.

And still, she had wanted to try. And still, the disease in her body rendered her weak and meaningless in the face of those that had tried to kill her. So it was time for her to raise her chin as she bowed out, leaving the life she had wanted so badly. And that meant that she had sent someone to get Ravenstar. It was too bad that her friend had to be the one to do this, but maybe it was better this way.

In any case, the young warrior-aged apprentice was simply lying outside the medicine cat den, still far too thin from her elongated condition. Broken bones healed slowly, slower still for someone like her, and her third eye stared blindly as the other two drifted along the sky, waiting for her friend and leader to show up.
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