Run away apprentice

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    Larkpaw thrashed through the undergrowth, tripping constantly. Tears streamed from his eyes but no sound left his lips except his gasping for breath. He couldn't remember how long he'd been running. The pads on his paws were sore and cuts covered his body from the constant crashing and stumbling. When ever he fell, he'd pull himself up again. Even though it was obvious they would of caught him by now if they'd followed, he didn't stop.


    The scents around him slowly became unfamiliar. He had no clue where he was, but he kept running.


    The ground moved from underneath Larkpaw, again. This time, he didn't get up. He was to weak and he didn't care anymore. The crows could come devour him alive if they wanted. What was the point in life now anyway?


    He remembered this morning clearly. He was still haunted by the memory that had sent him full sprint out of camp. He'd heard the call of his leader; he had sat in despair as his littermates became apprentices, but he hadn't. Of what worth was a blind warrior?


    And now, he was laying the middle of who knows where, crying. Unless starclan came down and removed this curse from him themselves, he was dedicated to stay here until he died.

    Queenie was still listening to Demented's story when she heard another cat cry out for help. "I'll be back." She promised and hurried to the rescue. There in the middle of a clearing with undergrowth was a young tom, lying there helpless, crying. "Hey, hey there, what's wrong?" Queenie could tell he was lost.

    OOC- I'm so sorry! I forgot to bookmark this and didn't see you posted


    BIC- Larkpaw didn't look up. It wouldn't do him any good anyway. However, he did stop his sobbing. "Leave me alone," he mewed, his voice still shaking.

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    Quartz could hear the commotion all the way across the forest. He padded through some brush until he spotted a young cat. A clan cat, he could tell by smelling him. "Well what do we have here?" He slowly said starting towards the apprentice.

    Larkpaw just stared at the ground, though he didn't see anything. He didn't care what they did to him; he even slightly hoped they'd put him out of his misery.

    (( Death Thread? ))


    Quartz padded next to the apprentice and sat beside him "It's dangerous out here..." He told him "Oh who am I kidding, you know that..." He said jokingly "Now why would you come all the way out here?" He asked.

    OOC- I don't think it is....didn't you want Larkpaw to be found by Copper, Feli(I hope you don't mind me calling you that) and brought to the Thicket Abode?

    OOC- Ya, that's right Taffy ;)


    BIC- "Why do you care?" Larkpaw replied. He didn't make any attempt to look at the loner, just kept facing the ground.

    OOC- K. ^^ Also, how is he blind? By birth? Or did he get into some event that caused him to become blind? Or did he just become blind gradually as time passed for some natural reason?(Just wondering)


    A tortiseshell she-cat walked through the neutral grounds. She wasn't one to usually leave her still somewhat recent home, the Thicket Abode, but she did occassionally. Simply to hear news of the going-ons of other cats and the forest in general.


    Her copper eyes, which gave the ex-kittypet her name, moved from two loner cats to another one. He didn't appear used to this area, and his face was stained by the wet liquid that had no doubt spilled from his eyes not a minute before. The Teacher of Thicket Abode padded up to the others. She glanced with both curiousity and faint confusion on her face, "What's going on?" She nudged the blind tom faintly, "Something wrong??"


    Naturally Copper had a very empathetic, understanding personality. She tended to try and make others happy, when she was able to. Though she knew that she was not always going to succeed in it.

    "Yes actually." Queenie replied. "My name is Queenie, I'm a loner around these parts, I found this lost apprentice you say here? He seemed frightened."

    OOC- He's blind by birth


    BIC- "Everything's wrong!" Larkpaw shouted. He leaped up and faced the general direction of the loners, merely for the purpose to get his voice to them more clearly. He blurred green eyes looked at nothing in particular. His pupils were missing.

    The she-cat gave a nod of the head, introducing herself shortly, "Copper." She looked to the tom, very slightly startled as she finally got a direct look to his green eyes. He was blind? How was he alive, at all? He had to be a clancat, or a kittypet, most likely. No loner, or few anyways, survived completely blind. The world was too harsh for such a thing to live for long, though this tom-apparently an apprentice- was obviously young.


    Calmly, and gently, though not in a pitying way, she asked, "And how is that? Why do you say such a thing?" She merely wished to help, but not yet knowing what was wrong she couldn't quite do that.

    <blockquote>Foxclaw swiftly ran through the forest, dodging the trees and hopped over the lichen-coated logs and ducked under the shrubbery. If he was lucky, they wouldn't find him now. Even though he'd been running for who knows how long, a bit of paranoia snuck up on him and he decided to sprint a bit longer, just to be safe. The scenery became a blur as he stretched paws out, then back again, thrusting his weight to his paws and making his way across ground. Finally slowing to a jog, then a walk, the dark-ginger hued tabby tom, glanced behind him and stopped as he noticed a group of cats. What was all of the commotion about, anyway? Asking just that after nearing the group of cats, one of the cats stuck out in particular: a young cat, no older than an apprentice (if that). "You don't seem from around here," He meowed almost in a growl. "Good thing you didn't make your way to a territory, or you could've been in real trouble."</blockquote>

    "Pleased to meet you Copper and you're quite right Foxclaw." Queenie meowed in response and greeting, dippingher head respectfully. She then turned her gaze back towards Larkpaw. His gaze seemed to predict a troubled expression evenif he was blind.

    "Why? Why?" Larkpaw echoed Coppers words. "I'm blind you mousebrain! That's why! I can never be a warrior. I can never fight in battles. I can never to anything worth doing!" His voice kept getting louder and louder until he was finally shouting at the top of his lungs when the last word came out.

    <blockquote>The young apprentice had hit a sore spot in Foxclaw. The older tom bristled, yowling back, "You say that as if your life is over, it ISN'T. You don't need eyes to be a warrior, you don't!" His hackles raised angrily, whiskers back and tail lashing. "It is possible to do something with your life being blind, you don't have to waste away the rest of your life just because--" Foxclaw cut himself off, old memories came flooding back. THe others looked at him with a mix of confusion as to why he was so angry. "Sorry 'bout that," He added after cooling down a few moments later.</blockquote>

    "How you know?" Larkpaw growled angrily at Foxclaw. "You don't know what it's like. All my littermates will be warriors, all the other apprentices will be warriors, even kits hundreds of moons younger then me will be warriors, and I won't even have a chance!" His fur now stood on ends and mouth curled into a snarl.

    Copper was a bit stunned by the apprentice's sudden snap, but even further shocked by the stranger tom's. She gave a partially scolding and quizical gaze to the tom, boring into his fur with almost uncertain eyes before glancing back to the other.


    She replied, patted the apprentice's shoulder lightly with her soft tail, "Your life is not over...it is true, you cannot be a warrior as far as I know in the clans if you're disabled...but I do have a loner group I live with that might be able to help you somewhat." The she-cat's voice did not rise, but instead remained patient and smooth. It also was a rather relaxed tone she had, and by hearing alone one could tell she was not pass even two years in her life yet.


    The member of the Thicket Abode observed the tom's eyes, looking more directly this time. He was completely blind, not just partially. He was indeed disabled, not just faintly impaired. He could never be truly, completely independent and survive on his own...alone. However, what she promised was true. Where she lived cats worked to help cats in Larkpaw's place to help them live on their own as much as possible. Though blindness could never be completely compensated for, there were ways to improve the lifestyle for the cat.


    The tortise-shell brushed off her tail from the younger cat's shoulder, not wishing to bother him somehow from her attempt of a comforting gesture.

    <blockquote>"Feel free to snap," Foxclaw hissed slightly. "But you do not know me. True, I am not blind, but that doesn't mean you know my past." He felt Copper's gaze on his fur and turned around. "There are ways to live as a loner, still blind. The Clans--" He spat out the name spitefully, "--are just too blind themselves to see that the handicapped can fight just as well."</blockquote>

    Copper's words seemed to slow Larkpaw's breathing back to normal. He would have felt more comfortable when she continued on, but "help" was not the right word to use around him. "Help? I don't need any help!" he snapped at Copper, not turning his head to look. Then he heard Foxclaw. "And that's why I left!" Larkpaw growled.