#m:lark

It was Newleaf, only a season- well, three moons- after Bluefur had “lost” her kits. Now that she was the deputy of ThunderClan, she had pushed those memories aside to help her clan.

Again.

She had a mouse dangling from her jaws, having been hunting for the elders this warm afternoon. Bluefur was on her way back to camp when she caught the scent of a strange cat.

Confident that she could handle chasing off one cat on her own, the blue-gray molly began to follow the scent, keeping her pawsteps light.

Then she saw Lark from the bushes beside him. She noticed immediately that he had no use of his hind legs, and felt a wave of sympathy wash over her. This poor cat must’ve been lost, or injured. Surely he didn’t know he was in clan territory, but he was very lucky it had been Bluefur that found him. Had it been Thistleclaw… that wasn’t something she wanted to imagine.

“Excuse me,” she began, creeping out of the bushes and approaching carefully, “are you lost? You seem rather confused.”

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Thank goodness. It wasn't Pecan, but he was at least finding comfort in the fact that he wasn't entirely alone. And she didn't seem to be one of those who'd turned, which was a plus.

"Oh. Yes-" He started, claws sinking into the soil and painstakingly pulling himself to turn around and face the she-cat. "I'm Lark, I'm from Shadowstone Park... I've - Hardly been outside of it before, but there was an incident... Have you seen a pelican, by chance?"

It was a longshot, but it was best to ask. He hoped she hadn't seen a particular Harpy Eagle...

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“Hello?”

His voice came out in a rasp, gaze searching to sweep the unfamiliar landscape. An ache overcame him, though only in his front half. Not surprising to him — though not ideal, either. How far had he fallen? How far was he from the park? Would Crush find him again and finish the job?

“Pecan? ...Nil?” Lark called out again, dragging himself forward in what strength he could muster. “Anyone there?”

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“I will manage fine,” Lark answered evenly with a respectful nod. “I can’t say for sure how long this illness might last, either, being that we tried to regulate it by driving everyone infected out of the park. It may be that it only lasts a short time, but in the time that it does remain active, it causes a lot of damage. But yes... It’s probably better to discuss our options in your camp. Will there be any... Hostilities on my entrance?”

He certainly didn’t want to stir any troubles.

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Scourge was sick. No doubts, and every Bloodclan member knew it.

It wasn't serious, at least not as of yet. A cough, a sniffle, a rasp — He was as ill-tempered as ever to go along with it and as a group of his cats escorted some creature forward, he wheezed.

What was that beast? It was far too large to be a cat, but bore some uncanny resemblance mixed between a canine. A fox perhaps? No. This was something different entirely.

Glancing to his left, Scourge laid his icy blue stare on his latest advisor, Lark. Advisor was a loose term, mind you — More prisoner than anything. Scourge glared expectantly.

Verse III: Anthro.

Can I trust you? From Crookedstar (wolfpackmuses) to Lark!

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“I... I think so,” Lark faltered, gaze shifting again and again. It wasn’t usually a matter of questioning his own loyalty, but the trust he had to place in others. He didn’t really consider himself much of a threat to anything.

“I suppose that’s a matter of your own decision. I’m just trying to figure things out.”

“whatever happens, i got your back.”

- Milo, to Lark!

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Lark forced a smile, pushing back the lingering worry that marred his psyche. The town was growing more dangerous by the day, and he knew it would only be a matter of time before The Turned came rampaging through the streets. There was little to keep them safe.

He’d found an ally in Milo, but all the same, he was unsure how long it would last. He’d already lost Darius to the slaughter.

“Thank you,” He gave a short nod to the canine. “Pecan should be here any minute to give us a report on the outside of town... I need you to be ready. We might have to move from here. Are you able to do that?”