Lark padded slowly padded forward, the wind tugging at her
brown fur. She was deep in her thoughts, barely noticing a few birds
fluttering up and calling out in alarm as she walked passed by them.
Her day had been long and food had been hard to find and she hadn't
have mush time for her little hobby... If spying on "thunderclan" cats
could be considered hobby...
She sighed and leaped up on a tree stump and grunted in
annoyance at how clumsily she had moved in the last few days.
She had an odd feeling in her belly like she had swallowed a whole
rabbit without chewing it first and she was often a little sick in the morning.
Lark placed her white tail over her paws and took in a deep breath of the
fresh evening air. It had been a while since she had felt even a little at
peace.
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