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Custom Title: Loudly existing in incredibly close spaces
Joined: 11-May 17
Last Seen: Nov 15 2017, 11:03 PM
Local Time: Nov 17 2017, 05:45 PM
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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.
Oct 6 2017, 02:12 AM
Wally was doing well! Despite emotional stress and a lack of consistent sleep, she was still chipper and position, and she was enjoying getting to know her clanmates better and hopefully... well, she supposed she didn't have a mentor anymore. Or... a dad? Well, that was depressing when you looked at it that way, but she liked to put a positive spin rather than dwell on things! So she liked to say that soon, she would be learning from another's experience! She had had multiple mentors before, and maybe it was unstable, but it was a perspective nonetheless! And her dad was doing something worthwhile!
... darn it, she was sad again.
So she left the medicine cat den, despite having woken up a little 'fuzzy' that day. She sometimes had days where the world seemed a little tilted and she felt winded, but today she really needed to cheer up, so she went to go find Daykit. Or Owlpaw! Or Honeypaw, though he'd dropped off the map so far, just like Elmpaw. She managed to wear her wide smile as she moved, despite appearing clumsier than usual, and she didn't think that the clouds at the edge of her vision were a big deal.
Of course, there was a missing few seconds then. About 3 seconds, which was how long it took for the three-eyed apprentice to waver, try to regain her balance, and faint as though her bones had ceased functioning entirely.
Wally was unconscious, and based on the tiny snapping sound that was almost too quiet to hear, she may have broken something. Again.
Oct 5 2017, 04:57 PM
Well, at the very least, Wally was in a recovery phase at the moment. Sure, she was still suffering from sleep loss, and somedays had her quietly trying to work past whatever pains she had, but she had gotten out of the medicine cat den and had interacted with a fair deal of people, and even gotten her own food! She had just returned from a walk around the territory when she plopped down on her nest and sighed, blissful smile on her face.
All that walking around had her beat, and she was looking forwards to resting for a while. She likely wouldn't be asleep for some time yet to come, but she could enjoy the quiet of her thoughts, so long as -- grumblegrumble -- oh.
"Really? Alan 'ant jayie?"
She complained, slipping into another language rather naturally as her stomach's loud grumbling caught her attention.
Sep 10 2017, 06:03 PM
ooc. in retro, the babe's been sick due to complications of osteogenesis imperfecta
At the very least, Wally was able to stumble through the camp towards solid food with only a hint of the bleariness that came from several days (weeks? months?) of illness. She was bone-weary, and glad to be out and about as opposed to cooped up in a den with a fever and dull pain everywhere. So happy indeed, that the silvery apprentice managed to have a simple set upon her face, even as a yawn pulled her jaws open with a crack, tongue curling between her chipped teeth.
She announced, trying to keep her volume down but more or less failing. To be fair, it was about mid-morning and she was tired enough that getting to the freshkill pile and grabbing half a frog was almost enough to make her want to return to sleep. Fortunately, she was restless enough to stay out and look around for someone to socialize with.
Aug 18 2017, 11:22 PM
Walnutpaw was in a precarious situation every time she chose to wander out of camp. Every time she figured it made sense to wake up and stand up and live was another day that she could be sent to the medicine cat den with broken bones or pain. It was simply a fact of life, but honestly... it wasn't much different than the risks everyone else took. Regardless of whatever had the potential to happen, she had a choice to make -- she could give in or resist! And enjoy her life! So sure, the sky could come crashing down, everyone she loved could die, or Starclan could implode and reality could burn -- but first, she was going to find herself the prettiest rock she could find.
Yes. These are related sentiments. Maybe. Look, the important thing is that Wally was searching for shiny rocks when it hit her in the back of the head, a shock to the suddenly-complacent apprentice. The sensation was almost painful, and entirely foreign, and with a gasp, she realised...
"I -- I think I'm bored?!"
Scandalous! She would have to find something to do immediately. What tomfoolery was this, anyhow?