[Rose]

Larkfire
She/Her

 

Disgust. Pure, undiluted disgust at the show Lark had to witness. It was one thing to have succumbed to the leader's wills, yet it was another to do one up and entirely rip out your own eye. Vixendance was... a queer fellow, and as the blood pooled at his paws, that familiar sickly smell wafting into the air, Larkfire had no choice but to straighten her shoulders and fixate her amber gaze on a point over Dawnstar's shoulder. It was disgusting, not the blood, not the smell, not even the action of drawing blood, but the action of injuring oneself in an outright disobedience to their leader.

The grey damsel was well aware of her surroundings, however, so when an apprentice - specifically Cobwebpaw - lurched past her and into the territory, Larkfire let out an irritated sigh. Really, the Shadow Queen had literally only just announced the rule about staying in camp, or leaving only with a companion. She didn't blame Dawnstar for feeling frustrated with ShadowClan, for some cats seemed to have... not-working minds of their own. But Lark, being the youngest of the Enforcers, considered apprentices to be her domain, seeing as she'd already sent her time into training them one by one.

And once the large, scarred Marchioness of Shadows had called the meeting to an end, even bothering to stop and clean up after Vixendance's idiotic mess, Lark stepped away from the crowd. Turning, she plunged through ShadowClan's camp exit and paused beside Cobwebpaw, who was thankfully right outside, lifting a paw to awkwardly pat the older feline's back. It was a surprise he was still an apprentice, after all this time. She'd have to ask if he needed any assistance, but now was not the time. Instead, Larkfire only parted her maw to speak a few morsels. "You should clean that up." She murmured, gesturing to the upturned food. And now, to find and deal with Pinepaw. Her domain, her trouble, after all.

[ @Rei - Cobwebpaw / @Lovey-Dovey Ashie - Pinepaw Mention ]