07-16-2018, 03:50 AM
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lark liked his life as a loner. he knew about the clans of cats that fought together, hunted together, and slept together. they were a unit. he didn't like that. lark was more of a loner type. he didn't need the companionship of others and he liked not having to rely on anyone else. it was his way of life and he didn't care to change it.
that was until he met another loner, as cliché as it might sound, and he didn't want to be away from her. he suddenly understood why the cats stuck together. they became closer than lark thought was possible over a short period of time and soon enough she had him wrapped around her finger. wherever she went, lark was never too far behind. one day she voiced her dream was to join the clan that was as swift as the wind. she raved about them for weeks on end until she finally gained up the courage to go and try to join. lark, as usual, followed right behind her. he didn't want to join a clan. he wanted to stay lonely. but he didn't want to lose her. soon enough they were on their way to windclan. his long legs carried him through forests and clearings and everything in between. they traveled for what felt like moons. and their journey was uneventful. that was until they decided to rest at a farm for the night. when the brown tabby awoke the next morning, his dear friend was nowhere to be found. hell, he searched and searched until he couldn't walk any longer. she wouldn't just up and leave him. right?
lark decided that the only way to find her again was to go to the place her heart was at. maybe she had gone ahead of him and was waiting. lark began again on his journey. when he asked one of the barn cats for directions, they told him that it wasn't far. lark sped up his steps from that point and could tell he was almost there based on the mingling scent of cats. he noticed a border but didn't care. maybe he could find her without joining.
lark liked his life as a loner. he knew about the clans of cats that fought together, hunted together, and slept together. they were a unit. he didn't like that. lark was more of a loner type. he didn't need the companionship of others and he liked not having to rely on anyone else. it was his way of life and he didn't care to change it.
that was until he met another loner, as cliché as it might sound, and he didn't want to be away from her. he suddenly understood why the cats stuck together. they became closer than lark thought was possible over a short period of time and soon enough she had him wrapped around her finger. wherever she went, lark was never too far behind. one day she voiced her dream was to join the clan that was as swift as the wind. she raved about them for weeks on end until she finally gained up the courage to go and try to join. lark, as usual, followed right behind her. he didn't want to join a clan. he wanted to stay lonely. but he didn't want to lose her. soon enough they were on their way to windclan. his long legs carried him through forests and clearings and everything in between. they traveled for what felt like moons. and their journey was uneventful. that was until they decided to rest at a farm for the night. when the brown tabby awoke the next morning, his dear friend was nowhere to be found. hell, he searched and searched until he couldn't walk any longer. she wouldn't just up and leave him. right?
lark decided that the only way to find her again was to go to the place her heart was at. maybe she had gone ahead of him and was waiting. lark began again on his journey. when he asked one of the barn cats for directions, they told him that it wasn't far. lark sped up his steps from that point and could tell he was almost there based on the mingling scent of cats. he noticed a border but didn't care. maybe he could find her without joining.
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[b]I'M THE KING OF EVERYTHING
AND OH, MY TONGUE IS A WEAPON
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