We're back from hell {O - Bloodclan prisoners return}

OOC: I'm feeling sick today, and had to miss my varsity team's soccer sleepover :/ Pray for me/hope I get better, please, guys <3 It'd be very appreciated

"Wildpaw!" Came the voice of Speckledpath. The torbie point turned her head to see her grandmother. She smiled appreciatively. "Speckledpath!" She purred. She bounded forward to nuzzle the she-cat's neck. The old, motherly dark tortoiseshell wrapped her neck around her granddaughters, purring loudly. Speckledpath had been rather upset since she had miscarried her litter, when she was so close to giving birth. But now the she-cat was pregnant again, probably for the last time. She was showing a little bit, slightly farther along than Wildpaw. She pulled her head back, smiling, her amber eyes glowing.
"Oh darling, I missed you terribly..." She whispered, stroking the fluffy she-cat's cheek with her tail tip. Wildpaw smiled weakly, the scars on her brow, muzzle, and cheeks crinkling up. Speckledpath gazed at her.
"I heard what happened." She meowed quietly, a sorrowful expression on her face. Wildpaw sighed heavily, her crystal blue eyes clouding up with sadness. Speckledpath gently rasped her tongue across her granddaughter's tattered ear.
"Here, Love, lay down in my nest while you wait for your own." She urged, guiding the worn-out apprentice to the soft moss and goose feather nest.
"But Speckledpath-"
"You need it more than me. You're young - you need your energy." The tortie instructed. Wildpaw smiled, rolling her eyes, sinking down into the nest. Her muscles and bones sighed relief as she relaxed into the soft bedding. Speckledpath sat on the dirt floor next to the nest.

"So I heard your mother and you going at it out there." Speckledpath murmured. "I decided it was best not to intervene." Wildpaw sighed and nodded.
"Yeah, I wish it hadn't been in front of the entire clan." The torbie point sighed. Speckledpath was Ashfeather's mother, and was sort of like a mother to everyone. The tortoiseshell was wise and agreeable, and often looked to for advice.
"Wintercloud has always been a cat of little faith. She wants to do everything herself, and doesn't trust the ways of other, unfamiliar cats." Speckledpath mused. "Obviously her first instinct upon seeing Noonpaw was that he was a threat. She has always been a stubborn cat, and probably always will be."
"Great." Wildpaw muttered. "That doesn't help me at all." Speckledpath purred in amusement at the sulky words of the younger, inexperienced she-cat. They were just the sorts of things Wintercloud would say.
"But there are ways to work with stubborn cats. If you try to change them, they will resist you with the strength of Lionclan. But if you approach them in a way that lets them see your own perspective, they might change their mind." Speckledpath meowed, casting her golden gaze to Wildpaw.

OOC: Thanks Bluey <3 I went and had caffeine to help with the advil I was taking, and that was a mistake, because now I'm all jittery. My muscles are all twitching involuntarily and my hands are trembling as I'm trying to type, aha. Apparently coffee has a pretty strong effect on me.

Speckledpath wrapped her tail around her granddaughter soothingly. "You know you need to work this out with her." The tortoiseshell meowed.
"I know.... But it's going to be so hard." She whispered. "She'll just get angry at me again. She might take her anger out on dad, or... or... Gracefulpaw. Or Noonpaw." Wildpaw meowed worriedly.
"But if she holds it in, she will hurt everybody, including herself." Speckledpath replied back. Wildpaw considered this in the dark, gentle silence of the nursery.
"I'm not asking you to apologize or say you were all wrong, because you weren't. You just overreacted was all, both of you. Firstly, worry about rest and food, so your judgement isn't clouded. Then, go and talk to her. Tell her how it made you feel when she acted the way she did, how you wish she would act. Ask her how it made her feel the way you acted, and what it is she wants from you." Speckledpath continued. Wildpaw pinned her ears back slightly.
"It's ok," Speckledpath reassured her. "Even if things don't turn out, I will be here. I won't talk to her for you, that's something you need to do for yourself. But I will support you even if she refuses. And that's a promise." The old she-cat purred, her amber eyes glowing with warmth.
"Now lay your head down and rest." Wildpaw sighed, and did as she was told. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the dark sleep that took her almost immediately.