[Red Dawn]

Originally Posted by FrostyGalaxy

 

"A kit?" Larkstar asks, inviting the two of them in... Applebees and... she wasn't sure of the kits name (there's a lot of names and faces to keep track of, she's working on it). "What happened, is he ok?"

Larkstar smiled as the small kit rambled. It was nice he felt comfortable enough to do that, sometimes she wondered if maybe the kits would be scared of her because of her title, but this one seemed ok. Or, at the very least, a little clueless. At first, she hadn't the faintest clue who 'big bird' was, but at the mention of smelling like herbs she figured it out - Falconfeather, her older brother and absentee medicine cat. Falconfeather was... a problem she'd get to later. before that, she'd have to find him.

"Yup! Bedding is as easy to change as that, you'll do fine once you're an apprentice and it becomes one of your chores," she told him with a teasing wink. "And, there's only one bed in here because only one cat sleeps in here - the clan leader. That's me right now."

She doesn't know what to do when the warrior breaks down, doesn't know if she should offer comfort or look away... what comfort could she give to him? Any attempt would probably only feel hollow, in one ear out the next, like a deep gash only getting a few licks as treatment. It wouldn't be enough and soon, infection would fester.

"I'm sorry..." is all she says. It would be pointless to try and say anything else, really, so why bother trying. She wanted to get out of here more than anything, the air felt tense and heavy and Lark had never been good at dealing with the sorrow of others (it was one of the reasons she had relied so heavily on humor when she was a little younger). "I'll, um, I'll give you some space..." She half mumbled, starting to make her way around the ginger tom and toward the den's entrance.

"Wingkit, hi!" Larkstar pauses in her grooming as the small kit enters. And then his questions turn to his father... Falconfeather. Honestly, Lark wished she had an answer to that question. She was sure that most everyone in the clan had already noticed the medic's mysterious absence, thankfully, though, so far the only two who really brought it up were Tansypaw and now Wingkit.

"I don't know where Falconfeather is right now, I'm sorry. He's probably out collecting herbs - Starclan knows we're in short supply of them." She started. It wasn't... exactly true, but it was good enough for now. Honestly, maybe all Falcon was doing was gathering herbs and he'd gotten a little lost and distracted. "What does this other kitten look like? The one who you say isn't your brother?"

As Cinnamonswirl entered her den, Lark tried to sit up straighter, tried to look like she wasn't about to take a nap, and tried to be alert for her sibling. Lark didn't think the two of them were the closest in the world... probably had something to do with their age gap - it might not seem like much, but 11 moons really can be quite a large gap.

"I think you could be a good fit," she says with a smile, "I want to talk to Nightspark about potential candidates soon - I'll make sure to mention your name."

"Luckily," Larkstar says, and her voice is tight, like she doesn't really want to be having this conversation but is trying to be polite and allowing it continue, "Spiderleap is dead. So he won't be a problem anymore. Cut of the head and the operation will fall through."

Nightspark... just the cat she wanted to talk to! Honestly, she should've sought him out earlier than now but, well, he's already here now so maybe she can bring up potential candidates to him after he was done with his own business with her.

"Come on in, Nightspark," she grants, sitting eagerly, tail draped over her front paws, its tip twitching up and down in anticipation.

[awful lark posts my brain doesn't want to brain sorry dbfaowebi]

"I'm sure things have always been like this for RiverClan's past leaders, but it's hard to notice until you're the one dealing with it..." she commented, mostly to herself.

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The news of a kit found dead out in the territory, having eaten death berries was not news that Larkwing liked getting, but she had to be informed. And it was Birdsnow who had actually found the little thing, that had to be so much worse..."Thank you for letting me know..." she said gratefully, voice subdued due to the nature of the news.

"I think that's a great idea," Larkstar smiles. Honestly, she couldn't think of someone more qualified for the position than Cherryswirl - she was very dedicated to RiverClan, and quick to jump into the action, as well as fair and levelheaded. Just what a Lionheart should be. "I want to talk with Nightspark about who I have in mind, but I don't think he'd have anything wrong with you joining."

Nightspark
RiverClan Head Lionheart
Purrks: Just a scratch (permanently active), Rapid Recovery (permanently active)

As soon as Larkstar allowed him to enter, he entered, it was the first time he actually entered the Leader Den, and quite honnestly, it was kind of intimidating for him... He supressed the feeling almost immediately, now wasn't the time.



The massive white spotted black tom sat on the ground in front of Larkstar, he took a deep breath...


"I have a proposition, Larkstar.", the tone in his voice was showing he was clearly taking his proposition seriously, "As you said yourself, StarClan didn't granted you your lives. That leaves you vulnerable. A target of choice for some outside of the clan. Or even inside, unfortunately. To overcome the problem, I would like you to be escorted and protected by two Lionhearts at all times. One in the light, the other watching in the shadows, ready to intervene in reiforcement. That's the best option to ensure your safety until the stars grant you your nine lives."


That was said. And Nightspark honnestly hoped Larkstar would accept.