*insert some spanish song here* || open, return

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]//curse ye, oh Spanish song stuck in my head. I don't even know the words


    Home, she was almost home. Soft, white paws limped through the forest ground, returning from her travels. Returning empty pawed. There was nothing suitable out there--everything was made by twolegs, and the femme would rather gouge out her eyes and feed them to the crows than carry around and use an instrument created by those strange, disgusting creatures. The tortoiseshell deputy wouldn't of usually returned so soon, but it wasn't just homesickness that brought her padding back towards her home, but instead a nagging feeling settled deep within her gut. Oh, Starclan, it felt so nice to have the same, familiar feelings underneath her paws, and the same, welcoming scents every breath brought in. Every step, though, the feeling grew bigger and bigger, but she forced herself to keep her mind off of it. Larkbeat was home and ready to continue on with her life the way it went normally.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: center; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; margin-top: -15px; letter-spacing: 2px;]STORMCLAN — WINDCLAN — WARRIOR — ANGEL [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 9pt; font-family: arial;] [justify]


    Tentatively, the cloaked seraphim would approach Larkbeat, the scent of Benedict still clinging to his pelt from their training earlier. He thought it peculiar that he had never heard of her leaving, but nevertheless, it was still fantastic that she had returned. Certainly Benedict would be missing her, and she would probably be homesick in turn. The world of human's was not one for a feline unless they preferred the house pet lifestyle.


    When he reached a few paces in front of the brash warrior, Castiel would politely dip his head in greeting, ebony paws awkwardly shuffling. She had been submersed in the suburbs, and was still not a smidgen of a different cat. Typical Larkbeat.


    "Welcome back, Larkbeat." he would offer the tortoiseshell, a small smile adorning chocolaty features. He was probably not her first choice of who she would prefer as a greeter, but at least she knew him...right? Hopefully his being there was socially acceptable to her, or he would most definitely be gifted with a verbal beat down.[/justify]


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    Characters (updated 8/5/16)

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; font-family: georgia; font-style: none; font-size: 9pt; margin-top: -2px; letter-spacing: 0px; text-align: center; color: black;](( kill them with kindness ))[/fancypost]
    [fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; border-top: double 5px white; width: 470px;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 450px; height: 200px; overflow: auto; color: black; font-family: verdana; font-size: 7pt; text-align: justify;]Kano was busy tending to their garden when they spotted the feline. She didn't look familiar, so like other warriors Kano watched, they'll head over. "Hi..hey!" they said nervously, the kitsune padding over to the female. She didn't look familiar to Kano at all, but she looked like she was home. Maybe she took a trip. Kano should ask someone if she'd been here before. "Excuse me mam, what's your name here and business with stormclan?" they ask.


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    Before Maplemeadows could smother Lark in excited happiness and hugs, she had to do something. The feline attempted to slap her tail over Kano's mouth, rolling her eyes as she did so. "Sup Kano, ya don't know your leader?" She turned to face Lark once more. "Welcome back Lark," she said, trying to sense feelings. Unease. Yeah, that could be right.
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    FAWNPELT
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] No words were spoken. None. Just a beige streak who bounded over and leaped, attempting to tackle the leader in a hug, tears of joy yet sadness pricking at her eyes. She said nothing, nothing at all. [/justify][/fancypost]
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]"Castiel, greetings." perhaps it was true that the angel was not one of her favorites, but in the same, she held a respect towards him for everything that he was doing, taking care of her brother and training him into a good warrior. Her attention was soon turned towards the kitsune, one whom she hadn't met nor seen before. His questions were simple enough on his part, and the feline was close to answer them until MapleMeadow's interruption, correction, and statement. All of which froze her paws to the ground, leaving her in range of Fawnpelt's tackle. Of course she was happy to see the beige warrior once again, but she could do nothing more than give a blank stare from the blonde to the ginger. "E-excuse me..?"


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    Quite a bit had happens. Spiderstar was found dead, there were nine new kits to take care of, joiners, and all that shibang. "Larkbeat!" the female called out happily, bounding over and attempting to nuzzle her daughter's cheek. "How was it? Where did you go? After you get settled down you're going to tell me everything that happened!" she said, overjoyed to see the tortie again.

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    FAWNPELT
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    [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; height: auto; margin-top: -15px;][justify] A teary eyed Fawnpelt would pull back from Larkbeat. "Spiderstar... Is dead." She breathed, stepping away as a tear slid down her cheek. She bowed her head, backing up to sit next to Castiel as she studied her paws. Larkbeat would be Larkstar soon. [/justify][/fancypost]
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    Maplemeadows had already accepted Lark as her leader, she hadn't realized the femme didn't think of herself as the ruler yet. She shuffled her paws, ashamed of how she had said it. "We're, uh, kinda falling apart."
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; text-align:justify; width:375px;]Appearing behind the deputy, or now leader, shortly after she arrived was the young blond. His striped paws trotted in from the shadows, a furrowed brow set deeply on his forehead. He had left on his own initiative a few days ago in search for her, and after finding her on her way back... well, he didn't have the heart to tell her. That StormClan was a mess, that their leader was dead, all of those things. Instead, the tabby accompanied her on her way home. Would she be mad that he hid this from her? He surely hoped not.


    "Hello everyone," he tipped his head in greeting with a breathless sigh, turning to Larkbeat with a soft gaze.



    tags — updated 7/28

    Luna padded over and smiled at seeing her mentor return. "Larks..beat..star?" she said confused of what to call her, she then sighed and looked at Lark happily. "Lark!" she said going up next to her and nuzzling her mentor. She looked at Fawnpelt who brought up the Spiderstar conversation. Her face saddened and her tail fell lightly on Larks back. " ya, Spiderstar died giving birth to nine kittens..." she looked at Fawnpelt then back at Lark. "[color=purple]Clockwork has been holding down fort and... If you saw how he did the meeting this month, he is well... Trying his best... " she said, thinking about Clockwork and his temporary leadership.

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0;font-size:8pt; text-align:justify; line-height:125%; width:350px; margin-top: -5px;]Not a sound reached her ears for that short moment (which to her felt like moons). Silence filled her ears to where the only audible sound was her heartbeat, feel down in her chest. A rhythmic sound at its normal pace, not speeding up and rushing like it should of been. Most everybody around her ignored her question and worked their way around it as if trying to hide something that was given out at the wrong time. She just stared blankly at Poject K and than Blazeheart as she bounded up, speaking everything but what she wanted to hear (although she couldn't really hear anything now to begin with). Only when Fawnpelt backed up was when every bit of her senses returned to her. Only her words broke the silence in her head. Spiderstar is dead. And after that everything slammed down around her. Sounds rushed into her head and the pounding of her heart grew harder and faster, harder and faster than a racing on a Talledega track. Spiderstar was dead..? The clan was... Falling? "H-how..? I-I..?" she would stumble, crouching close to the ground like a kitten would, should it of been scared and unable to hide behind its mother. Lunapaw quickly answered the question she had been unable to speak. She had died giving birth to kittens? How...? She hadn't been expecting, had she? Auroradweller had been gone for a while, had it happened before he had left? How... But...? Unable to wrap her head around the situation, she would blankly meow "LarkBeat." not Star. Not yet. But Brittlebark.? He hadn't told her. He had found her on her journey home, but why hadn't he told her? The tortoiseshell felt his gaze land on her, no matter how light it was. She too turned to him, hardly a readable expression on her face, but nothing of anger (mainly confusion). "You didn't.. You didn't tell me..?"