Posts by Larkspree

Larkpaw watched from the medicine cat den, icy blue eyes fixating on the two chatting clanmates, Rusty and Tranquilcub. They seemed to be making simply small talk -- something that the young medic here wasn't too good at. Sure, he was fine around his friends and family but having to stand up and talk in front of strangers wasn't his forte. The tuxedo rolled onto his back and continued to flicker his gaze around the campsite, looking for something to do and occasionally watching the fiery fox and striped tiger.

Larkpaw, being his usual timid self, instantly flipped around and got to his paws at the sight of Castiel. The muscles on his shoulders tightened and his whole body stiffened (just as it normally would around others). The medic apprentice flashed the spotted serval a painfully awkward smile and nodded after a moment's hesitation. He himself wasn't a great conversationalist, but he was willing to give it a shot for a young one here.

Larkpaw, one of the two medicine cat apprentices of ThunderClan, trotted into the nursery upon hearing that one of the queens had given birth. The tuxedo allowed himself one shy smile, glad to see that there were now six new additions to the clan. With hope, they'd make fine warriors one day. He padded up behind Kaoru with slightly slumped shoulders and tilted his head, asking if she needed him to fetch anything for him or the young ones. After all, it was his job to make sure everybody was safe, healthy and happy. "Need food? Water?"

It was midnight.

The darkness surrounded the young tomcat and his nest; the only observable light source was the moon and stars, which the tuxedo could faintly catch a glimpse of if he turned his head to look out of the medic's den. Either way, it was still dark and Larkpaw couldn't sleep. He was awake and the only audible sound was the faintly shallow breathing of himself and the occasional chirp of a cricket or two outside the den. Usually the tomcat was able to fall asleep without much of a hassle, but on this one particular night it just seemed that his mind was too preoccupied for sleep.

The tomcat rolled over onto his side and let out a long, heaved sigh. Perhaps he could go out for a quite stroll and then he'd be tired enough to finally be able to give his mind a rest. The medicine cat apprentice silently got up (careful not to wake anyone who was possibly sleeping) and then trotted out of the den without a single sound. It was so beautiful out! Now that spring was here and the snow was gone, everything seemed so magical. He had thought that ThunderClan's territory had been whimsical while the snow was still around, but now it seemed that springtime had livened up the thicket.

Larkpaw made his way out of camp and found himself strolling through the territory, icy blue eyes dilated to allow him to optimize his sight in the darkness. He looked around eagerly at the trees and the bushes, and almost didn't realize how far he had gotten within just a couple minutes. The tomcat slowed to a halt and looked down at the rippling stream near the edge of the territory, allowing a small grin to tug at the corner of his mouth. Perhaps he'd just rest here for a while, then? Larkpaw sat himself down and fluffed out his fur to protect himself from the wind's nip.

Larkpaw too heaved a great sigh as he peered from the bushes, noticing the crime scene. Leaves were scattered everywhere; it was crazy and no doubt, somebody of ThunderClan had been captured against their will. The medic looked down at his snowy white paws and felt his mouth curl into a smile, coming to realize just how many fatalities and captures their had been during the last few moons. It was sad, and he couldn't imagine what it would be like to lose a family member.

Larkpaw trotted over and seated himself right beside Chimerakit, firstly casting her a slightly confused glance and then watching as Ashpaw padded off. Well, he'd shown up a bit late then! What had happened in this meeting? He guessed it hadn't been such an elaborate meeting, considering that it hadn't taken Witchingstar long to come to an adjudication. The timid tomcat shrugged and continued to sit, wondering if anything else was going to be said.

Larkpaw, ear already perked due to all the shouting and screeching, advanced towards the scene of the crime. His lips drew back to form and obvious frown with an obvious look of confusion and bewilderment in his icy eyes. He'd seen a countless amount of dead bodies and injured souls during his course of being a medicine cat apprentice, but he'd never (not in his life) seen a dead body and then the murderer. The murderer was standing right over the deceased body of Kenshin...the murderer was Japanesecub.

The tuxedo, realizing this, stepped backwards and stood behind the safety of his mentor, Saffronspice. He didn't know what to think at this point in time. Japanesecub honesty managed to persuade him that she hadn't murdered the fox in cold blood, but she just couldn't be trusted during this time. Curiosity kept the tomcat staring right at the mess, gritting his teeth.

"Poppy seed help pain and sleep problem." What a mouthful! The fluffy tuxedo trotted up to the group with a shy expression clear on his face as he spoke his words. He wasn't at all a great conversationalist and his social and intellectual skills lacked quite a lot, so he actually felt kind of proud for managing to speak up in front of the amassing ThunderClanners as they pondered on what poppy seeds did to an individual. He was a medicine cat apprentice, so it was only natural for him to know the uses for these herbs.

It seemed that Larkpaw and Tranquilcub were exact opposites! The young tuxedo tomcat loved to get up early in the morning, oddly enough. He'd always wake up before the sun rose above the horizon as a kit to go sneak out and play outside of the young with his brothers or Compasspaw (Compasskit at that time), so now he just woke up early as well. After all, he now had a proper career and patients to tend for daily. What he really disliked was going to bed and having to get sleep during the nighttime. Why couldn't he just stay awake forever? There was a great wide world out there to explore and 12 hours each day had to be spent locked up in a den, asleep?

So, the young doctor was already up and about, humming a soft tune to himself as he sorted through the herbs with swiftly-moving paws. Already he had familiarized himself with quite a few of the herbal remedies and herbs, and had undergone a few field trainings and rescues by himself. Larkpaw's blue eyes scanned the shelves and rows of herbs and eventually he came to the conclusion that the ThunderClan medicine cats were low on marigold, which was a vital ingredient for protecting against infection. Larkpaw trotted out the den and breathed in the springtime air, preparing to get going.

How peculiar! Larkpaw had heard a countless amount of 'songs' sung by his fellow ThunderClan members, but never had he heard a tune so oddly catchy as the one that the alley cat had been humming! Thomas O'Malley seemed to be trespassing on ThunderClan territory, however, and that needed to be taken care of by a high position. He sure had a great singing voice, but what if he posed a threat to ThunderClan, his friends and his family? Larkpaw, whom had been collecting herbs at the time, slowly approached with curiosity in his eyes and timidness in his voice. "Hello?"

"Need herb?" Larkpaw, noticing that Morningcloud and the others had finally arrived with Royalpain, tilted his head and stepped a single foot out of the medicine cat's den. He had been busy with herb sorting and memorization, but he was always available to heal up a fellow ThunderClan ally. The she-cat seemed to have a broken paw, which was something that the tuxedo was more than capable of healing. After all, he had only healed broken paws and bones several dozen times by now!

This sure was strange! What was this material? Why was their some sort of fluid (presumably water) stuck in the strange object? Larkpaw had a suspicion that these were twoleg contraptions, but why were they here in the forest? Why, where and how had Ashpaw gotten these items? All these questions were drilled into the young tomcat's mind as he scuttled over, leaning into the container and gripping a water balloon. Larkpaw carried it around a bit, muttering small giggles and trying to stifle back the questions he wanted answers to. He had just been about to turn around and get another when he lost grip of the balloon and watched as it popped in the grass, spattering warm water onto him.

It was officially springtime! The birds were singing, the sky was a crystal clear blue shade and the flowers had bloomed and blossomed. Larkpaw thought it was beautiful and had already spent a great deal of his day playing within a flower patch. The colors in this flower patch were vibrant and bright; not nearly as plain as the world had been during the wintertime. The world seemed to be alive and well, just like Larkpaw himself. He felt alive! There was so much to do!

The tomcat looked down at a flower (a crimson red rose, to be exact), and allowed himself to just sit and think for a few moments. Recently he'd begin to feel a certain emotion for the brown ticked tabby; it was something he found to be hard to explain to anybody (even his confused self). Anyways, he eventually decided that giving the chausie a flower would help ease his confusion at least a bit. The tuxedo medicine cat apprentice bit off the stem of the cherry-red rose and trotted into camp with a small tilt of his head, wondering where Compasspaw was at this time. "...Comp?"

Larkpaw hesitated but eventually nodded in reply to the cinnamon and white splotched tomcat's friendly question. The alley cat didn't seem as bad as the tuxedo had thought; in fact, Thomas seemed to pose no threat now in the eyes of the medicine cat apprentice. He nodded again (this time firmer), to prove that he indeed was a high position in ThunderClan. Perhaps not one who had the power to accept another feline into the clan, but a high position nonetheless. "I...medicine cat apprentice. ThunderClan." His words and sentences were choppy, occasionally grammatically incorrect and almost all the time hard to understand. Yup, Larkpaw wasn't great with rhetoric.

Larkpaw's tail drooped as he approached, not daring to get too close to the area where Tranquilcub had been (quite violently) taken against his will. So many members had been lost already, either by death or by capture. The number of captures done by BloodClan seemed to be dying down day be day, but recently SunClan had developed a liking for taking away his fellow ThunderClanners. The fact that he had known the white tiger made Tranquilcub's capturing all the more terrible for the medicine cat apprentice.

Larkpaw stopped in his tracks as he realized that a white bengal tiger was advancing towards where he had been seated. The medicine cat apprentice turned his head towards the other blue-eyed tomcat and grinned diffidently, trying to stop himself from tensing due to the awkwardness that was soon to follow. Yup, Larkpaw wasn't great around strangers or acquaintances. The tuxedo said nothing (to avoid any potential slip-up within his low-quality speech) and instead passed Tranquilcub a nod, taking him up on that offer. It was always nice to have an extra set of paws to carry back herbs, after all.

Larkpaw had never been hunting, believe it or not. He had only been outside of camp to rid his mind of stresses, explore the territory and to occasionally collect a couple pawfuls of herbs if they were low on stock. Now, however, he wanted to learn. Surely a medicine cat apprentice needed to know how to hunt? Larkpaw even felt a little shameful about himself as he trotted over, flattening his ears in shyness and diffidence. "Can...hunt? Can I hunt?" He murmured softly to the assistant deputy, eyes flickering to Morningcloud and then back to Cryptidstudy.

Larkpaw had managed to balance himself (rather sturdily, actually) on a low-hanging tree branch. Ever since he had fallen from a tree as a kit he hadn't dared try to climb any tree again, but now again he had gained that wanting. He wanted to attempt to climb a tree again and he was going to try. The tomcat had been about to climb to the next branch when he heard the (and scented) and unfamiliar being nearby the border. The medicine cat apprentice, trying to keep his cool, leapt off of the branch only to spot a black and white pelted tomcat donning a sky blue collar. Was this one of those kittypets from the twoleg nests? Larkpaw gradually advanced, tilting his head.

Larkpaw, hearing Cryptidstudy's approving words, curved the corners of his maw into a happy-go-lucky, content grin. He was going to learn how to hunt! Perhaps he'd show his father his hunting skills after this hunting patrol, if he wasn't too busy with warrior duties. "Thank...Cryptid." The little medicine cat apprentice thanked him mellowly, sapphire eyes beaming as he looked towards Morningcloud. Larkpaw chuckled a tad and then shyly ducked his head lower until his shoulders were raised considerably in a shy and rather reserved gesture.

By now, Larkpaw was sitting behind Morningcloud and Courtyardmaster, listening intently to what this kittypet had to say for himself. It was eventually proved that he had come from a home, and then he whispered that his twolegs had owned a dog. "Dog?" The medic apprentice whispered something to himself now, looking down at his shuffling paws as he recalled the time he and Compasspaw had gone out as kits, exploring the twoleg place and all its mysteries. They had found a burly, snapping canine and had named it 'Larkomp'; a mixture of both of their names. "Larkcomp?"