A larks deadly song...

[kittygirl]

(This is where lark lives, Its somewhere very close to thunderclan territory and he likes to go onto thunderclan territory to leave dead rouge presents or cat bones.) [Open to any and all cats]

Lark stepped out of a hedge, a bloody kitty-pet collar dangled in his mouth. The dark green collar read "smokey" on the tag, Lark hung the bloody collar on his "trophy tree", a forever dead boxwood bush. He licked the blood off his jaws and crawled into the long ago abandon badger set that he called home. Lark took his bloody paw and put a paw print on the wall next to dozens more, before he flopped in his moss bed with a long sigh, her looked around his home and huffed at how empty it was, "Geez I if only I could find a cat that I tolerate..." He rolled his eyes, all he ever finds are male kitty-pets and rouges...and man did they ask for death. Lark sat up with a frustrated hiss, "Do females just not exsist or something!?" he shouted to himself before laying back down and curled his long tail over his snout. The last female I have ever spoken to was my sister Echo...but she was so damn set on living a clan life...wonder how she's holding up out there with a clan. his eyes trailed to the entrance of his den, "next time I find a female...I just hope she stays a while..." he exhaled sadly and closed his eyes, waiting until sleep had finally taken him.

(If you ever want to get rid of one of your characters, Lark will be happy to do so!) >:3

[kittygirl]

Lark woke up with a wide yawn, he sighed before trotting out of his home. He hated the sight of it now...so empty...Lark stood up and trotted to the river. he took a couple good laps at it before sitting down and staring at the water, a blood stain on the side of his muzzle. He narrowed his eyes and licked his paw before cleaning it off. He huffed and stared across the shallow river to the other side, "its so quiet and...lonely." he whispered to himself.

[nocturnal]

Lion padded silently, walking his way alongside the river. Yesterday had been a full moon. From what he knew about clan cats, there must've been some odd gathering. He never understood why cats would ban together like that, only to form factions instead of one huge clan. Well, actually he did understand. It was easier to keep track of everyone that way. But still, if the clans were going to be enemies, they might as well be rogues!

The golden-furred tom looked up at where he was going, slightly alarmed to see a cat there with blood on his muzzle. He stopped walking a good few tail lengths from the other cat as a precaution then called out, "Excuse me? Who are you?" He was usually a bit more snarky, but if it was a rogue he was speaking to, then that wouldn't be any good.
@kittygirl

[kittygirl]

Lark turned to look at the tom, he tilted his head a bit. Oh great just what I need another tom. he thought with a small eye roll, "I'm lark." he answered smoothly, trying to be nice as possible.

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[nocturnal]

"I'm Lion," the golden tom replied, leaving off his honorary clan suffix. He wasn't technically part of one, but a certain cat he knew had a habit of adding them to the ends of everyone's names. He looked around for a second; he lived not far from here, but this was one of the few areas Lion wasn't familiar with. "Is this your territory?" he asked Lark curiously.
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[kittygirl]

Lark thought for a second, "well kinda...not really though I just live in the badger set." he pointed to a bloody badger set with his tail. Lark wasn't that annoyed by the new tom, witch was a big surprise sense he often killed or got into fights with other males, "not much but its home to me, its up hill so I don't have to worry about flooding. he added with a slight purr.

@bmkmb

[nocturnal]

Lion followed Lark's tail to the blood-soaked badger set, then back to the river when he mentioned flooding. "It seems nice to live close to the river," Lion commented. "I live that way, a bit closer to the forest," he said, pointing his tail in said direction.
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