Dawn, it is usually a good start for everyone, except...
"ARGH! WHERE IN THE ENTIRE FOREST IS LARK?!" Ice screeched, until his voice gave in and he snarled.
"Well, if you were not screaming about capturing Lark, maybe we will have a chance in finding him!" A scarred shecat, Nia hissed, immedaitely shushing Ice
"Fine! But as soon as we see him, you better let me slice him into nothing!" Ice hissed back, his claws subconsciously flexing and raking the cold earth
The two rouges walked around, until they found the brook where Larkwing took a drink in. As they look around, they noticed that there was a lot of mist in the direction where the brook trailed off, the two looked at each other, as the warmer breeze ruffled their pelts, as they stared into the mist.
"Do you think we should go there? It would be awfully hard to see out there in the fog..." Ice questioned, trying to focus on anything that lingered on the fog, eventually making him look like he was glaring.
"Eh, I am pretty sure Lark doesn't know how to navigate in that fog. If he did, I bet he is lost in nothing right now." Nia snickered, smirking to Ice as she does so, as Ice laughed.
Ice nodded as Nia motioned for them to go in the other direction, as the chuckled and padded off.
"Lets go, Nia, I don't think its the best to go rushing in the fog blindly." Ice said, as the two stalked away from the brook.
Larkwing wakes up, the sunlight on his eyes, he slowly got up and shook his fur groggily as he yawned. He padded out of the den, looking at the slightly sunlit cave, his eyes beaming. He padded over to Duskstar, who was talking to Greyfeather and a pale cream shecat.
"Alright now you two, you will go in a hunting patrol with Larkwing, and please let him understand the rules." Duskstar stated, a slight smile in her face
"So you are Larkwing, my name is Raven." the cream shecat smiled and bounded out of the cave, Greyfeather and Larkwing following her, the sunlight bathing them through a light spreading of thin mist.
A little while later, Raven and Greyfeather are slowly stalking the bushes, and Larkwing is sniffing every rock, bush and tree, trying to get familiar with his new territory, as his paws snapped a few twigs and crinkled some dried leaves.
"Larkwing, did you get anything?" Greyfeather asked, his voice partly muffled by the rabbit limp in his jaws, Larkwing smiled at the sight at the catch and nodded impatiently
"Don't just put it down, eat it!" Larkwing impulsed, but Greyfeather just shook his head
"We can't just do that, it is against the rules." Greyfeather replied, as he placed the rabbit on the slightly tall grass before slights placing earth around it, to keep other predators away.
Larkwing sighed, as a rustling caught his attention, and he dropped into a crouch and silently stalked toward the noise and a mouse's tail poked out from a tree stump, Larkwing's eyes narrowed and he jumped on it, sinking his sharp teeth into the mouse and it hung limp into his jaws. Reluctantly, he placed the mouse on the ground an hesitantly scraped dirt over it, sighing and remembering that his new companions follow strict rules rather than sticking to the motto 'everyone on their own.'
Raven returned from her trek, holding a limp gray squirrel in her jaws, beaming happily as her catch's tail brushed against the earth. Greyfeather and Larkwing just nodded and the trio headed back to camp.
As the three headed to the camp, they each went to the fresh-kill pile and dropped their catch there, after dropping off the muse, Larkwing dragged a large crow over and looked around for any eating spots, he decided to settle near Mudsplash, who is eating a rabbit with a tan and gray shecat.
"Hello now Larkwing, so how did you first hunt with your clanmates go?" Mudsplash asked through a mouthful of rabbit
"It was fine, I learned a few rules along the way, overall it was interesting." Larkwing commented before plopping down and munching on his meal
"Larkwing meet Sparrowpelt, my mate." Mudsplash mentioned, gesturing to the lovely shecat beside him, as Sparrowpelt and Larkwing nodded
The group finished their meal, satisfied, and they broke off to do their own business. Larkwing went off to meet the other cats, and because of his lack of attention, bumped into the medicine cat and made her drop the wad of leaves she was carrying.
"Are you serious?! That took me all day to gather!" the medicine cat, a young cream and tan cat exclaimed, a slight glared from her
"Sorry..." Larkwing said, his ears flat with embarrasment
The medicine cat sighed, and began to introduce herself "My name is Echosong. You must be Larkwing, the newest cat around eh?" Echosong joked. Larkwing felt a bit uncomfortable being called 'new cat around' but decided to keep it off and instead helped Echosong with her herbs and watched her go off.
First day around, nice and fine... Larkwing thought