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Soon after the thunder's last peal, the contractions began. The rumbles that faded in the distance were not so different from the rumbles that came from within when it came to Weejay's tiny world; in that moment, her life was changed forever.

As her mother's form hunched downwards to relieve some of the tension, Weejay's form shifted -- it appeared today, at this very hour, would be her time to graduate from womb-inhabitant to full-fledged member of the Firebirds.

Whisky Jack Redhawk--Blackthorn came into the world easier than many unluckier souls did. Her limbs had been perfectly folded, her small body ideally oriented in the womb. Her birth was smooth and textbook, and as she struggled against the caul that marked her features and was tended to by her mother, Weejay took her first breath. Once the girl was removed from the tangle of membrane, cleaned and positioned lovingly near Wildfire's flank, Weejay fell asleep with a content gurgle while her little paws outstretched against the vibrant red fur of her mother.