[Rose]

Larkrise
She/Her | Purrks Overlook

Attention flitting to the little bundle of happiness as he bounded up to her, Larkrise's countenance immediately brightened, heart wrenching with quiet loss as she opened her arms for Smokekit, allowing the dark, rosetted tomkit to cuddle into her as much as he wished. Smokekit. She had thought she'd lost him. Lost him for good. But he was here, and she was certain she could reach him now whenever she wished, if he stuck to Wolverine's side.

Curious eyes turned to Wolverine as her little gander worked. He'd materialized in the dream, even though she was in her nest back in ShadowClan. She nearly snorted out loud at her own thoughts. Of course he'd make her trek all the way to the Starcave to meet him, when apparently he could infiltrate her head whenever he pleased. It probably amused him to no ends. Nonetheless, Larkrise didn't really mind, because she had gained something from it. She now knew where the Starcave was, of her own volition, even if finding it had been a happenstance. Her great-grandfather could do what he so pleased, and she had little say in it. All she was to focus on was staying in his good graces, lest she become an amusing experiment to tamper with once more. She'd done that once, it had not been fun, and it was not an experience she cared to repeat.

She sighed softly at Wolverine's words and turned to Dawnstar. “It was not my intention to receive another name change. I was seeking to make amends with him, and once done with that I was going to return and request that you give me a new name, because being reminded of my failure every time someone called my name was becoming tiresome.” She leveled Wolverine with a pointed glance, but there was no real heat behind the look. She didn't really care, not anymore. The past was the past, and Larkrise intended fully to move on. Wolverine had taught her a lesson, in his own twisted way. And in her own twisted way , she was grateful for it.“I realized that not attempting to change it was worse than sitting back and taking it.”

Gaze settling on her mother once more, Larkrise exhaled slowly. “I have made no absurd deals this time. I am not that much of a fool, and neither am I that desperate. Even if I were, I learned my lesson last time, and I am still paying for that choice.” She was. Her kits had been hurt, whether unintentionally or not, and now they were retaliating. Heronpaw most of all. Larkrise knew not what to do about her family, but it was time they shaped up. She had made amends from her side, multiple times. Whether they wanted a mother or not in their lives, that was their call to make.

“The real reason I wanted to speak with you, Mother, was not for the name change Wolverine gave me. You may accept the name, change the name, announce it to the Clan as if you are the one giving the renaming, if you wish. Either way, I wanted to speak to you about something else.” Yes, she had something different on her mind.

“I have thought on this quite a bit recently, and I've come to the decision that I've done all I can as ShadowClan's Medicine Cat.” She tipped her head up. She would state her piece to the full. “But being Medicine Cat has never been where I belong. ShadowClan needed a healer, and I filled the empty pawprints Elmshadow left behind to the best of my ability. Mossfreckle has been fully trained, he only needs a little bit more experience before I can leave him alone in his rank, but otherwise he is more than ready to be a full Medicine Cat of ShadowClan. I intend to take him to the Starcave soon for his ceremony, and to show him where it is.”

Larkrise inclined her head, attention dipping for a moment to Smokekit. Another of her sons, stolen away too soon. “I am asking to step down, but not yet. ShadowClan can't appear weak and not have one Medicine Cat in the role while we also lack a deputy, so I want to search for a Medicine Cat Apprentice to take Mossfreckle's place when he takes mine, and then I will step down.” She attempted to wrap her arms around her son, the movement one made unconsciously, as if wanting to protect him from the world, even in death. “I ask to be given my Enforcer position back. I am not going anywhere after stepping down, nor do I intend to. ShadowClan is my home, and you, my Mother. I will not abandon that.” ShadowClan was her home, had turned into her home over the moons, even with all its flaws and nostalgic memories.

“I know I may not… deserve to be named Enforcer again, what with all the mistakes I have made lately. And if you feel so, then I request to be made a warrior – and from there I will rebuild.” Amber eyes blazed with determination. What had Dawnstar told her all those moons ago? That she had still been young, that she had still to learn how cruel life could be. Now, one of her own dead kits sat at her paws. Now, she bore scars - mental and physical and emotional - beyond her moons. “I will not make it a secret, Mother, that I still aspire to stand at your side as your deputy, as I made it clear so many moons ago. And while I am not naive enough to presume that I will be given the rank freely, I will be working towards it, whether I have to start off as a warrior after I step down or not.”

[ @Undertaker - Dawnstar / @BEAR. - Wolverine | So, em, for timeline purposes so we're all on the same page, I haven't roleplayed her as Larkrise anywhere except here and in the Starcave thread, so until this roleplay is finished we just boot this to the future - and then move it to the front of the timeline when it's done as if it's just now happened, yeah? Tell me if that doesn't make sense, lol Also oops Taker sorry for springing this on you ]