[Rose]

Larkfire
She/Her | Shadow Fiend & Beefed Up (T1) Purrk

Moons above, what was she to do?

ShadowClan's youngest enforcer stared out into the darkness, fighting the grief and guilt and utter pain gnawing away at her heart. Nothing made sense anymore. Not to her. She felt so lost, like that kit all alone in the forest all over again. Except this time, there was no Dappledleaf to guide her. No ambition to cling to, no brothers to adopt. Larkfire was wasting away, she needed a new purpose. Something... she needed something... that she would likely never find.

So instead, the wounded feline trailed through the dark as she marked Training Cliffs with her scent, leaving behind the body she'd just butchered for invading ShadowClan grounds. Eventually, Larkfire would turn back for it, give it a proper burial in a secluded clearing. But for now, she let the numbness of grief claw it's way into her heart. Let the night's stillness embody itself and reform so it could mirror her, hunched over a puddle of her own pooling blood.