[Neptune.]

Larkwing
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28 moons || she/her || RC Queen Warrior || Kitty Softpaws, Mind Reader, Killer Aptitude T2
scarred, scrawny dilute tortoiseshell; green eyes

She'd been denying it for a long time, terrified of what other cats might say about her, terrified of what she might think of herself... but it's likely soon that her and Fishfreckle's kits will be here, and she cannot cling to what comfort her current title brings her anymore. She can't. For StarClan's sake, she was a leader! She's had harder conversations than this before, made tougher decisions in her tenure than the simple act of moving to the nursery... for six moons...

It's mostly the length in which she'll be disallowed to preform warrior duties that makes her nervous. How long has she been back with her Clan? About five moons? And already she's spent two of them being useless after her damn leg and tail got snapped (they healed up fine for the most part... her tail's a little wonky and her leg still feels weak to stand on sometimes but... they've healed). She hates that once again she's going to be useless, that she's going to have to rely on others to provide for her when she can very well provide for herself. But... this isn't just about her. It's for her kits.

"Stormstar," she calls from outside the den, giving the courtesy of being allowed permission - or not - as she had always liked to do things.

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