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Last Seen: Jan 18 2018, 11:44 PM
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Jan 18 2018, 11:44 PM
Walnutpaw hadn't really been truly awake for some time. She drifted in and out of consciousness, sometimes waking with a start and thrashing weakly, unable to move more than that and sometimes someone held her gently down, keeping her from further injuring herself. The moments of lucidity were few and far in between, mostly half-mad gibberish and tears.
No, the poor apprentice hadn't been likely to pull through for quite a while. But the sun hadn't yet risen when she whimpered, half-aware of her surroundings. First, she felt the full-body ache. Her entire body hurt with an endless buzz, a pain that thrummed and came over her in steady waves. It came in drum beats, looping, and she whimpered as the rest of her sensations came to her. The half-calm of the pre-dawn came to her in a soothing sense, the quiet filling her head even though it ached.
She was awake. Alive. Her eyes opened uneasily, a presence next to her. Who? Her nose twitched, trying to place the scent, but she turned her head instead, limp and difficult to do. "Mm. B -- Blackrise?"
Her throat hurt. She couldn't see him and strained to try to do so.@Blackrise
Dec 15 2017, 06:09 PM
Walnutpaw was alone again.
She'd moved her stuff into the apprentice den, and only stopped to visit with Middy from time to time, chatting with Lightpaw when she could but otherwise focusing on her training. Firestar didn't need to push her too hard for her to double down on her efforts, determined and desperate to prove herself not only to him but partially to herself. Besides, despite her kindness and her love of introspection, without someone else as a reference point, she sometimes forgot her limitations and focused heavily on her goals and desires.
Right now, that meant that she was moving slowly but purposefully, trying to find prey. She'd move quietly as she could, but her uneven gait and the way her hearing was beginning to go left her disadvantaged. Still, she paused on the edge of the territory, sniffing the air... and scenting something vaguely familiar but alarming. Strange in a way that set her on edge. Her fur stood on end, and she scanned the surrounding territory, heart pounding.
"Hello? Who's there? Hey!"
Nov 27 2017, 09:58 PM
Sometimes, Wally wished to be normal. Wished her legs moved without repeating circles in her hips and the dull ache of joints that were supposed to not ache for years to come. But she did her best with what she had, and she wanted it to be enough. But that meant she worked for things -- she wanted to be strong, so she worked at it. Stretched out injuries, did light exercise whenever she could, even if she wasn't feeling phenomenal. That's partly why she was out and about today -- not far enough from camp that she couldn't hear the normal background noise of clanmates, but at the distance where she wasn't going to be immediately found out by people. Some quiet time would be good, some personal development.
And if she was picking up some useful cobwebs while she was out on her walk, that could only help, right?@FireMountain
Nov 22 2017, 10:31 PM
The day was starting off well. The sun rose, and Wally was awake to watch it, sitting in camp and stretching to try and work out what soreness lived in her bones. She was actually breathing much easier, and she was ready to get back out and... well, she wasn't sure. She was really quite worried about her assessment, seeing as she was nearly old enough to have one and she had never actually... learned to hunt. Or fight. After Winter gave her a collection of deputies (to learn lore, herbs, clan politics, and so on), he'd assigned her to himself, and now that he was gone she was a little... stuck. She didn't want to dwell on the bad stuff -- her brother's disappearance, her adopted father's journey that had taken him farther away... so she certainly had to find something to do. But... what?
And that's how Wally found herself patching up the side of the nursery to be a little thicker for the winter, not working very quickly, but doing her best not to wear herself out before noon while still getting something done! She hummed here and there, smiling as she poured herself into the task she'd chosen for herself.
Oct 17 2017, 09:07 PM
Well, she'd been more or less unconscious for the last few days, slipping in and out. She'd cry mostly when any amount of consciousness returned, then would be out again. Finally, Wally was waking up entirely, coming to with a groan that was muffled both by the nest and her reluctance to make enough noise to disturb her - ow - ribs. She vaguely remembered walking outside to get something then...
Oh boy. She fainted again, didn't she?
The apprentice groaned again and moved to try and get up, wincing at her sides. Yikes. Even with wrappings around her chest, and the smell of herbs on her breath, she felt a little like someone had barrelled her over with a large tree.
"Ouch ouch ouch."
She whispered, trying to find a way to get more comfortable and she moved around.