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    I have a blind 'apprentice'(he can't really be an apprentice, since he has no sight), Larkpaw, that I want to have join Thicket Adobe. Only problem is that he can't make it all the way there by himself. I'll need some cat to be a wondering quite far away from home and find him, then lead him to Thicket Adobe. He's really mad that he can't become an apprentice of thunderclan, so he ran off and got lost somewhere outside of his territory. Anyone want to find my blind kitty?

    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.

    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.

    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.

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    Everyone, post faster! This is going to slow! lol, just kiding XP

    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.

    "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.

    "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'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.

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    Only nine hundred ninety nine thousand, eight hundred and fifty to go....

    Larkpaw listened to the she-cat's words carefully. She did have a point; where would the apprentices be without their mentors? Or the warriors without each other. But his pride was still there. He didn't want to look lower than this cat, he could say that he wanted to go straight out. But being taught to be, or at least close to, independent, even with his disability made going with her sound very tempting...


    Just then, the she-cat asked him his name. "La-larkpaw," he stammered, caught of guard as he was snapped from his thoughts.