far along the winding trail / intro

[ - ] Hm. The boy's small stature combined with his fluffy, almost unruly fur, seemed to remind him of someone. Most likely someone unimportant, Larkpaw would figure, but still the thoughts battered his mind like a struggling carp out of water. His features seemed quite familiar as well, but soon the apprentice came to the realisation that the kid was probably related to him. Did he have any young siblings? He knew Frecklekit happened to be around every so often as a breathing proof that he had little siblings but he questioned why he was even bothering to invest time to remember who the child happened to be. He shifted through names, scowling slightly at the inconvenience of the situation before he soon mouthed 'o' when he realised who the mysterious little kitten happened to be.

It was his little brother - right. He just so happened to be one of his many siblings he cared too little to realise they were alive and actually living in RiverClan, but then again he cared too little about all his siblings. Hopefully his brother appreciated the fact that Larkpaw was fair and just to his whole family. It would be wrong for the self-proclaimed king to favour one over the other. He took little notice to Leaf who seemed to try and speak to his inaudible brother. "If a bird swoops down and pecks at ya fur thinking you're some dead crowfood, I ain't gonna be surprised since yer just sittin' there like a legless hamster."

[ - ] Of course he was creative. But in all seriousness, kits shouldn't be left out in the open. Birds did like to swoop in and snatch kittens from the ground. As much as Larkpaw was a pain in the tail, sometimes his points actually meant something, but his words often came with a bee sting. He never liked sounding helpful, but he could never seem to keep most of his thoughts to himself. They spewed like an uncontrollable fountain and no one could do anything about it, not even BloodClan could stop him. Well, unless they tore out his tongue or something, but he still had his larynx. His sounds would just evolve to become annoying screeches if that happened.

He couldn't help but snort when he saw Finchpaw offer his younger sibling a bite. He was always so useful but so background-ish. His depressed brother had a thing for just being completely unnoticeable to Larkpaw at times, and perhaps the snarky apprentice was just as likely to forget about the tom had he not been his littermate. He snorted at Leafpaw's annoyance, poking his tongue in her direction. "But I'm good at being a thorn in everyone's tail. It's one of my many specialties. You're just irritated because ya can't keep composed when I'm around. Bein' patient is clearly not your specialty."

(welcome to RC! doepelt is cougarstar's stepdaughter, so crowkit is her stepbrother, i think? correct me if im wrong)

A group had assembled around the small ebony figure of Crowkit, who had been padding around camp with a grace that didn't easily lend itself to young ones. Sun dappling his face and hot sand shifting about like the sea under his little paws. Doepelt always rejoiced in the presence of kits around camp; they had yet to know enough about the world to become bitter or sad about little other than the temperature or spoiled fish. The simplistic nature of their growing minds was predictable enough; they had no hidden motives, and their disputes could be easily mended.

The she-cat lay in the shade, her short legs tucked underneath her round body, as if someone would still them if they were left unprotected, watching the small gaggle of felines drifting about the central axis of her stepbrother. A school of minnows around a leaf that had disturbed the water above. Her long eyelashes covering large, half-closed amber eyes caught the sunlight above her as she rested, filling her vision with a twinkling glare from above. She would not disturb their conversation, instead content to gaze from afar.