( ☾ ) she's finally resigned herself to the fact that she's gotten huge. there's constant movement in her belly, kicking and shoving and general mischief which makes her terrified for the moons to come. if the little creatures in her belly are this wild unborn, she dreads corralling them into apprenticehood. still, there's an odd excitement every time a wriggle ripples up her abdomen. her heart pounds in her chest, delight sparking and burning out the worry. this week, with patrols and meetings, there's a soft voice in the back of her head telling her it's time. stars, she wishes she could continue working. there's an odd guilt in her chest every time buckgait passes over her for a patrol, or smokethroat urges her to rest. she's letting her clan down in the season they need her most. idiotic, she'll hiss to herself, resigned to watching ashpaw and steeppaw pad after npc mentors, knowing they're learning more with them than they will with her.
it's this self hatered that has kept her from the nursery, even as she becomes bigger and bigger. gone is the delicate gait of a practiced hunter. her grace has been replaced with a slow shuffle, and she's moved to the corner of the warriors' den in an attempt to keep out of the way. it hasn't worked. she knows it's time to invade the nursery. it's not an easy decision.
teeth gritting together with effort, the femme carries their nest towards the inviting entrance of the nursery, a soft hum of satisfaction echoing from their throat at the sound of waves lapping on the shore. ducking inside, they place the comfortable bed near the center of the den, brushing off their paws and nodding. they'll reorganize later, they decide, ducking back out and stumbling back towards the warriors' den, intent on moving the rock collection. setting each stone out in the chilled sun of the clearing, willowroot begins sorting. they're downsizing, albeit reluctantly. slender paws sort the shining stones into piles, pausing on each to reminisce. after minutes, they have a sizable pile of 'giveaways.' there are plenty in riverclan who will happily take more pretty trinkets, and willow knows one by one that they'll stop by.
// not happy w this post but willow's moved finally!! she's giving away some of her rock collection. feel free to have your character take some!
it's this self hatered that has kept her from the nursery, even as she becomes bigger and bigger. gone is the delicate gait of a practiced hunter. her grace has been replaced with a slow shuffle, and she's moved to the corner of the warriors' den in an attempt to keep out of the way. it hasn't worked. she knows it's time to invade the nursery. it's not an easy decision.
teeth gritting together with effort, the femme carries their nest towards the inviting entrance of the nursery, a soft hum of satisfaction echoing from their throat at the sound of waves lapping on the shore. ducking inside, they place the comfortable bed near the center of the den, brushing off their paws and nodding. they'll reorganize later, they decide, ducking back out and stumbling back towards the warriors' den, intent on moving the rock collection. setting each stone out in the chilled sun of the clearing, willowroot begins sorting. they're downsizing, albeit reluctantly. slender paws sort the shining stones into piles, pausing on each to reminisce. after minutes, they have a sizable pile of 'giveaways.' there are plenty in riverclan who will happily take more pretty trinkets, and willow knows one by one that they'll stop by.
// not happy w this post but willow's moved finally!! she's giving away some of her rock collection. feel free to have your character take some!
( THE LIGHT YOU GAVE ME )
