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Description

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name:
Lark; Clan suffix, abbreviated from her former name
-paw; Clan apprentice suffix
Past Name(s):
Soaring Lark; Name given at birth
Lark; appreviated as a nickname
Age: 11 moons
D.o.B: April 9th (Aries)
Gender: Female; she-cat; girl
Breed: Abyssinian x Egyptian Mau x Bombay x Norwegian Forest Cat x Mixed
Blood: Rogue (67%) x MountainClan (12%) x Loner (16%) x StreamClan (5%)
Orientation: Homoflexible
Belief: Unseen ghost of dead cats haunting the lands because they have nowhere else to go until they're reborn (Doesn't believe in an afterlife but in rebirth)
Voice Actor: Julianne Hough
Lullaby: You Are The Moon - The Hush Sound

STATS
Level: Lvl. ?
• DEF: 01 • SP: 03 • END: 01 • TAC: 01 • ATT: 04

CLAN INFORMATION
Clan:
Rogue --> LightClan
Rank:
Rogue --> Apprentice
Mentor:
N/A
Apprentice:
N/A

PERSONALITY
Absent-minded
Larkpaw isn't the best at remembering things and certainly not the cat you would go to when asking her to hold onto something. After she sets something down or goes into a den to look for something, she forgets about it and is often spending the next while trying to remember what it is.
Awkward
Ever since the incident with Rock, she has always been awkward around cats and would often stutter on her words, and would most often not know what to say, and if she does say something, it usually comes out making no sense at all.
Appreciative
Larkpaw knows when she is outranked in something and would often praise the cat for their prowess, and would occassionally follow them around, asking for help sometimes. Larkpaw would also be very thankful when she has successfully caught a piece of prey or when somebody has reminded her of something.
Committed
The LightClan apprentice simply does not know when to stop and would often continue to work at something until she has it right, and would often spend days trying to remember what she forgot when it isn't that important. She will travel through snow and storms when given a task until she is at her destination.
Hopeless Romantic
She has always dreamed of a special cat who would be willing to sweep her off her paws, but she has learned to observe that special cat beforehand to figure out if they're already with someone. However, once she finds someone, she will fall hard and quick for them and would often do anything for them, always eager to please that one cat. She believes that love knows no bounds or gender, either. Larkpaw is simply looking for her cat given from the Stars, afterall.

BRIEF HISTORY
[Before Birth]
Starlight was an upbeat rogue that had strayed too far from her home one day; she was the sort that would give you a beating if you so much as looked at her the wrong way. Raised to be tough, she didn't take help from anybody. Unfortunately, that didn't help her much when a fox had cornered her and left her mortally wounded. Thomas, a surprisingly curious, nervous, and withdrawn rogue, had chanced upon her. Despite her protests, he tended to her. She told him tales about her adventures and her battles. By the time that she had completely healed, she had learned that she was pregnant with Thomas' kits. Figuring them as a burden on her travels, she stayed until she gave birth to them and left them with the father to continue to pursue her goal of exploring the world.
[After Birth]
Fox's Lunge had been the firstborn in the litter, and naturally, as the second eldest, Soaring Lark and Fox stuck closer than glue. Bug's Wing and Rising Dawn had been the other two in the litter and also were inseperable. Their father had returned home for all of them to be raised by his family and friends, while he dotted on them. The four grew up with Jazz and Juno, a pair of twins that were eager to meet them. The young cats grew up relatively okay, in a small group of rogues and loners and never really knew hunger or the bitter cold, so long as they had each other. Their heads had been filled with tales of Thomas' ancestors, who had been descended from star-crossed lovers from the neighbouring Clans; they learned that was where they had received their names -- in honour of those great warriors.
Although relatively uninterested in the Clans', Lark and Fox humored their younger brothers by going along with their games. Eventually, the Clans became a tale once more, and became forgotten once more. Fox decided to look for their mother and left, leaving Lark essentially alone.
Juno had then decided to play the hero, and helped her feel better about the situation. Despite her stronger connection with Jazz, Lark learned to take comfort in Juno and developed a crush on him. He learned of this and had then taken advantage of that and used it against her, going so far as to assault her.
Tramautized, she ate little and distanced herself. Jazz tried to help her but when he saw that helped very minimally, he then gently suggested that she should distance herself from Juno until the situation was handled. She agreed, but instead of following Jazzs' advice completely, she decided to go in search of Fox, who would certainly understand. The last she knew of him was that he headed after their mother's trail -- which led through the fabled Clans' lands.

INTERESTS
Likes
Thunderstorms
Battles
Kits
Stories
Warm nests
Feathers

Dislikes
Being poked
Thorns in her nest
Seeing her brothers upset
Being alone
Fish
Dogs

Favorites
Prey; Eagle
Season; Spring
Color; Blue
Time of Day; Midnight
Place; Riverside
Activity; Playing with kits, swimming

Fears
Claustrophobia (confined spaces)
Monophobia (being alone)
Genophobia (mating)

GENETIC INFORMATION
Family
Parents | Starlight; Thomas
Brothers | Bug's Wing; Rising Dawn; Fox's Lunge
Sexuality
Homoflexible (prefers she-cats but can see herself with a tom)
Preferences
Larkpaw prefers someone who with a pale silver tabby pelt and dark eyes, although looks aren't all that important to her. She wants someone who is understanding and knows when she needs her space, but also likes to cuddle and sleep together if possible. She doesn't mind if they're quiet like her or outgoing, either, just as long as they'll be loyal to her and not chase after any other cats.
✔ Lasting Relationship
✘ Quick Fling
✘ Unsure
Experience(s)
Juno (Sexual assault)

RELATIONSHIPS
= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

Juno
He was really nice to me when Fox left. I haven't really spoken to him before, though.
He was great. Although he disapproved of my brothers' interest in the Clans --which I guess was okay?-- it didn't put a damper on our relationship! ... Too much.
... I don't want to talk about it.

Jazz
He was Juno's younger brother. He was my closest friend out of the two. He tried to support me when I needed it.

Starlight | Thomas
I can't say much for my mama, but my pa was really great! He taught us alot and I'm sure they love all of us.

Bug's Wing | Rising Dawn | Fox's Lunge
Fox was my favorite brother, and still is. I think Bug and Dawn knew that, too. They'd acted distant around me since his death. But I love them, no matter what happened.

Roleplay Stats
Notes: ✔
Comments: ✔
Chats: ✔
Skype: ✘
G/ PG: ✔
PG – 13: ✔
M (Sexual): Depends..

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

Briarthorn | RiverClan | Warrior
"Now, follow me, it's this way." The sun was glittering high overhead, bearing down it's rays of sunshine everywhere, blinding the sleek apprentice for a moment as she curved around the corner, the warm stone of brick pressing into her shoulder as she blinked against the sun. She opened her maw and scented the air, before moving past piles of crates that looked really heavy. She took little notice of the kittypet's disappearance, instead wondering briefly how the slick path beneath her paws had gotten so warm, even on this autumn day. Briarpaw scented oncoming snow on the wind, the breeze feeling bitter and cold as it tore at her like an insistent warrior, tearing at her eyes and making her blink rapidly.

The tortoiseshell blinked for a moment, simply basking her dark pelt in the sun, warming herself in the last few greenleaf days before leaffall blew it's way in. The large she-cat stopped for a moment, yellow eyes blinking against the sunlight as she focused in on a shapeless form in the shadows beyond the alleyway. Why would the kittypet lead her here?

"Ruben?" she meowed, raising her voice and turning her face away from the brooding shape in the corner, unease prickling just beneath her pelt. She scented the air again and frowned, glancing around in search of the mottled black and white tom. "C'mon, Ruben, you promised to lead me out of here. Not lead me to a deadend!"

"I'd keep my voice down if I were you, princess," she heard the familiar rumble of the dappled tom and glanced around, surveying the scene before raising her gold-flecked eyes to notice him perched on a brick wall. "Toby doesn't really like strangers, not that he really likes cats that he knows, either. Actually, he doesn't like cats at all." His voice was deep and comforting, his voice soft and low like he was telling her a secret. Gold outlined his body as he stared down at the RiverClanner, scenting the familiar scent of the Clans and the reek of fish and the salty tang of water. The kittypet blinked slowly at her, just bottomless green eyes that were too watchful, too judgemental. Briarpaw did not cringe though, even though warning signals were ringing off in her head, and unease was rising in her throat like bile.

"Toby?"

"Ah, you haven't met Toby. Not surprising. He doesn't like to move very far from his home. He's here right now, but your Clan cats had a twoleg chain him up. Good work, I say. Oh no, Toby says. It's a win-win. Well, except in Toby's case, because it's a win-lose, and the win goes to me, and the lose goes to you, because now you're there and now I'm up here. Do you follow me, princess? You are mine, and I am his. Now, let's end this pretty little game and you scamper over there; Toby doesn't like to be kept waiting." He was staring down at her, his ribs poking through his long fur as the breeze rustled and he looked nothing short of a tangle of moss, his fur having long since matted into knots and his bones long since having been poked through. "Tick tock, missy. You're life's on the clock. No where to run, nowhere to hide, because Toby will be there - right inside. You better run, little princess, before he sees you, because then he'll be hungry and then tick, tock, he won't be inside you, you'll be inside him. Oh yes, that sounds right. He does like to gobble up little kitties for dinner, and right now, you're a little kitty. I'm not, because I'm up high, and you're way down low. Tick tock, princess."

The dark she-cat blinked at him for a few moments, not completely comprehending Ruben's strange speech and dull tone, as if he was bored of his new toy. His aqua-shaded collar hung loosely around his neck and as he smiled at her, the RiverClanner almost swore that it was predatory. Briarpaw stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she glanced up at the unusual kittypet. "Stop it, Ruben. You're not being funny, and I want to go home. I didn't find what I was looking for, and so I gotta go. So please, just show me the way out, okay? Or maybe I'll just ask somebody else."

"Oh, no, you do not find Toby, Toby finds you. You have found him, little princess. He is there, and you are here, and I am here too. But then Toby will be here, and you will be gone, and I will be far from here, and that equals one more meal to Toby and one less worry to me." The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes, about to bark out a retort, perhaps scold him for making such a horrible joke, because it wasn't funny, no it wasn't funny at all, and it was scaring her - not that she would admit that, because she was a Clan cat and Clan cats don't get scared. But then a low rumble sounded that eerily reminded the she-cat of thunder, and for a brief moment, she glanced up, half-expecting there to be dark clouds riding the sky, flashing lightning but there wasn't. "Oh, Toby is awake. You'd better run, little princess. That chain is weak and old and soon you'll be weak and Toby will be old when you both turn to bones." He settled himself on the ledge and glanced over towards the dark stretches of the alleyway, his gaze insistent and almost murderous as he stared into the dark recesses of the shadows. "Tick tock, princess. Your life is on the clock."

She had no idea what a clock was and did not intend to ask, and was about to holler that he was crazy and delusional when sleek paws made it's way out of the shadows. Briarpaw stared in dawning horror as a scrawny monstrosity stepped out, it's body frail looking with bones jutting out, making it's ribs prominent, but muscles were rippling in his paws and jaws, his eyes frantic and searching before he looked at the tortoiseshell and his pure instinctual gaze rooted the apprentice to the spot, terror screaming at her and logic telling her to flee. White foam drippled from his jaws before he stepped forward, a thick black collar had him leashed by a silver metallic chain to the brick wall, where a sole loop was. The hound had black and chestnut fur lining his body, thin and patchy as wounds laced across his skin like snow across ground in newleaf.

With a single lung, the chains rattled and she could distantly hear the clatter as the collar choked the beast back, and distantly she could hear Ruben's crazed laughter that echoed, and again, the beast lunged. This time, with a low and hollow snap, the chain tore and fell to the ground and he stood there for a moment, his ears cocked and his jaws dripping as he began to race towards her. It was then that the she-cat found her paws and attempted to scramble away, her paws slipping along the warm pavement and the crates causing her shoulder to throb as she crashed into them.

With quick and nimble paws, she made her way to the deserted road, being mindful of the crates but during the majority of the time crashing into them. Her breath came in soft pants because of her strict RiverClan lineage. The lack of WindClan speed proved prominent as she felt breath along her heels, and for a moment, she could feel the wind beneath her paws and freedom glistened before her eyes. Then it was snatched away with a quick snap to the leg and a loud pop sounded, pain shifting through her skin and causing her to holler as the hound tore at her lower back, and for a brief moment, she wondered what was tearing as skin and muscle alike sliced open and blood poured onto the pavement, scarlet staining her pelt so deep that it was the only color that could be seen. She screamed, or perhaps she didn't, because then she was coughing, and why did it taste like blood? Without a moment's hesitation, she felt the warm pavement dig into her face as she was dragged back down the alleyway, and for a brief moment, she saw all her hope disappear as the darkness crept around them, and then, there was nothing but the horrible tearing noise as he tore her apart.

Description

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name:
Lark; Clan suffix, abbreviated from her former name
-paw; Clan apprentice suffix
Past Name(s):
Soaring Lark; Name given at birth
Lark; appreviated as a nickname
Age: 11 moons
D.o.B: April 9th (Aries)
Gender: Female; she-cat; girl
Breed: Abyssinian x Egyptian Mau x Bombay x Norwegian Forest Cat x Mixed
Blood: Rogue (67%) x MountainClan (12%) x Loner (16%) x StreamClan (5%)
Orientation: Homoflexible
Belief: Unseen ghost of dead cats haunting the lands because they have nowhere else to go until they're reborn (Doesn't believe in an afterlife but in rebirth)
Voice Actor: Julianne Hough
Lullaby: You Are The Moon - The Hush Sound

STATS
Level: Lvl. ?
• DEF: 01 • SP: 03 • END: 01 • TAC: 01 • ATT: 04

CLAN INFORMATION
Clan:
Rogue --> LightClan
Rank:
Rogue --> Apprentice
Mentor:
N/A
Apprentice:
N/A

PERSONALITY
Absent-minded
Larkpaw isn't the best at remembering things and certainly not the cat you would go to when asking her to hold onto something. After she sets something down or goes into a den to look for something, she forgets about it and is often spending the next while trying to remember what it is.
Awkward
Ever since the incident with Rock, she has always been awkward around cats and would often stutter on her words, and would most often not know what to say, and if she does say something, it usually comes out making no sense at all.
Appreciative
Larkpaw knows when she is outranked in something and would often praise the cat for their prowess, and would occassionally follow them around, asking for help sometimes. Larkpaw would also be very thankful when she has successfully caught a piece of prey or when somebody has reminded her of something.
Committed
The LightClan apprentice simply does not know when to stop and would often continue to work at something until she has it right, and would often spend days trying to remember what she forgot when it isn't that important. She will travel through snow and storms when given a task until she is at her destination.
Hopeless Romantic
She has always dreamed of a special cat who would be willing to sweep her off her paws, but she has learned to observe that special cat beforehand to figure out if they're already with someone. However, once she finds someone, she will fall hard and quick for them and would often do anything for them, always eager to please that one cat. She believes that love knows no bounds or gender, either. Larkpaw is simply looking for her cat given from the Stars, afterall.

BRIEF HISTORY
[Before Birth]
Starlight was an upbeat rogue that had strayed too far from her home one day; she was the sort that would give you a beating if you so much as looked at her the wrong way. Raised to be tough, she didn't take help from anybody. Unfortunately, that didn't help her much when a fox had cornered her and left her mortally wounded. Thomas, a surprisingly curious, nervous, and withdrawn rogue, had chanced upon her. Despite her protests, he tended to her. She told him tales about her adventures and her battles. By the time that she had completely healed, she had learned that she was pregnant with Thomas' kits. Figuring them as a burden on her travels, she stayed until she gave birth to them and left them with the father to continue to pursue her goal of exploring the world.
[After Birth]
Fox's Lunge had been the firstborn in the litter, and naturally, as the second eldest, Soaring Lark and Fox stuck closer than glue. Bug's Wing and Rising Dawn had been the other two in the litter and also were inseperable. Their father had returned home for all of them to be raised by his family and friends, while he dotted on them. The four grew up with Jazz and Juno, a pair of twins that were eager to meet them. The young cats grew up relatively okay, in a small group of rogues and loners and never really knew hunger or the bitter cold, so long as they had each other. Their heads had been filled with tales of Thomas' ancestors, who had been descended from star-crossed lovers from the neighbouring Clans; they learned that was where they had received their names -- in honour of those great warriors.
Although relatively uninterested in the Clans', Lark and Fox humored their younger brothers by going along with their games. Eventually, the Clans became a tale once more, and became forgotten once more. Fox decided to look for their mother and left, leaving Lark essentially alone.
Juno had then decided to play the hero, and helped her feel better about the situation. Despite her stronger connection with Jazz, Lark learned to take comfort in Juno and developed a crush on him. He learned of this and had then taken advantage of that and used it against her, going so far as to assault her.
Tramautized, she ate little and distanced herself. Jazz tried to help her but when he saw that helped very minimally, he then gently suggested that she should distance herself from Juno until the situation was handled. She agreed, but instead of following Jazzs' advice completely, she decided to go in search of Fox, who would certainly understand. The last she knew of him was that he headed after their mother's trail -- which led through the fabled Clans' lands.

INTERESTS
Likes
Thunderstorms
Battles
Kits
Stories
Warm nests
Feathers

Dislikes
Being poked
Thorns in her nest
Seeing her brothers upset
Being alone
Fish
Dogs

Favorites
Prey; Eagle
Season; Spring
Color; Blue
Time of Day; Midnight
Place; Riverside
Activity; Playing with kits, swimming

Fears
Claustrophobia (confined spaces)
Monophobia (being alone)
Genophobia (mating)

GENETIC INFORMATION
Family
Parents | Starlight; Thomas
Brothers | Bug's Wing; Rising Dawn; Fox's Lunge
Sexuality
Homoflexible (prefers she-cats but can see herself with a tom)
Preferences
Larkpaw prefers someone who with a pale silver tabby pelt and dark eyes, although looks aren't all that important to her. She wants someone who is understanding and knows when she needs her space, but also likes to cuddle and sleep together if possible. She doesn't mind if they're quiet like her or outgoing, either, just as long as they'll be loyal to her and not chase after any other cats.
✔ Lasting Relationship
✘ Quick Fling
✘ Unsure
Experience(s)
Juno (Sexual assault)

RELATIONSHIPS
= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

Juno
He was really nice to me when Fox left. I haven't really spoken to him before, though.
He was great. Although he disapproved of my brothers' interest in the Clans --which I guess was okay?-- it didn't put a damper on our relationship! ... Too much.
... I don't want to talk about it.

Jazz
He was Juno's younger brother. He was my closest friend out of the two. He tried to support me when I needed it.

Starlight | Thomas
I can't say much for my mama, but my pa was really great! He taught us alot and I'm sure they love all of us.

Bug's Wing | Rising Dawn | Fox's Lunge
Fox was my favorite brother, and still is. I think Bug and Dawn knew that, too. They'd acted distant around me since his death. But I love them, no matter what happened.

Roleplay Stats
Notes: ✔
Comments: ✔
Chats: ✔
Skype: ✘
G/ PG: ✔
PG – 13: ✔
M (Sexual): Depends..

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE

Briarthorn | RiverClan | Warrior
"Now, follow me, it's this way." The sun was glittering high overhead, bearing down it's rays of sunshine everywhere, blinding the sleek apprentice for a moment as she curved around the corner, the warm stone of brick pressing into her shoulder as she blinked against the sun. She opened her maw and scented the air, before moving past piles of crates that looked really heavy. She took little notice of the kittypet's disappearance, instead wondering briefly how the slick path beneath her paws had gotten so warm, even on this autumn day. Briarpaw scented oncoming snow on the wind, the breeze feeling bitter and cold as it tore at her like an insistent warrior, tearing at her eyes and making her blink rapidly.

The tortoiseshell blinked for a moment, simply basking her dark pelt in the sun, warming herself in the last few greenleaf days before leaffall blew it's way in. The large she-cat stopped for a moment, yellow eyes blinking against the sunlight as she focused in on a shapeless form in the shadows beyond the alleyway. Why would the kittypet lead her here?

"Ruben?" she meowed, raising her voice and turning her face away from the brooding shape in the corner, unease prickling just beneath her pelt. She scented the air again and frowned, glancing around in search of the mottled black and white tom. "C'mon, Ruben, you promised to lead me out of here. Not lead me to a deadend!"

"I'd keep my voice down if I were you, princess," she heard the familiar rumble of the dappled tom and glanced around, surveying the scene before raising her gold-flecked eyes to notice him perched on a brick wall. "Toby doesn't really like strangers, not that he really likes cats that he knows, either. Actually, he doesn't like cats at all." His voice was deep and comforting, his voice soft and low like he was telling her a secret. Gold outlined his body as he stared down at the RiverClanner, scenting the familiar scent of the Clans and the reek of fish and the salty tang of water. The kittypet blinked slowly at her, just bottomless green eyes that were too watchful, too judgemental. Briarpaw did not cringe though, even though warning signals were ringing off in her head, and unease was rising in her throat like bile.

"Toby?"

"Ah, you haven't met Toby. Not surprising. He doesn't like to move very far from his home. He's here right now, but your Clan cats had a twoleg chain him up. Good work, I say. Oh no, Toby says. It's a win-win. Well, except in Toby's case, because it's a win-lose, and the win goes to me, and the lose goes to you, because now you're there and now I'm up here. Do you follow me, princess? You are mine, and I am his. Now, let's end this pretty little game and you scamper over there; Toby doesn't like to be kept waiting." He was staring down at her, his ribs poking through his long fur as the breeze rustled and he looked nothing short of a tangle of moss, his fur having long since matted into knots and his bones long since having been poked through. "Tick tock, missy. You're life's on the clock. No where to run, nowhere to hide, because Toby will be there - right inside. You better run, little princess, before he sees you, because then he'll be hungry and then tick, tock, he won't be inside you, you'll be inside him. Oh yes, that sounds right. He does like to gobble up little kitties for dinner, and right now, you're a little kitty. I'm not, because I'm up high, and you're way down low. Tick tock, princess."

The dark she-cat blinked at him for a few moments, not completely comprehending Ruben's strange speech and dull tone, as if he was bored of his new toy. His aqua-shaded collar hung loosely around his neck and as he smiled at her, the RiverClanner almost swore that it was predatory. Briarpaw stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she glanced up at the unusual kittypet. "Stop it, Ruben. You're not being funny, and I want to go home. I didn't find what I was looking for, and so I gotta go. So please, just show me the way out, okay? Or maybe I'll just ask somebody else."

"Oh, no, you do not find Toby, Toby finds you. You have found him, little princess. He is there, and you are here, and I am here too. But then Toby will be here, and you will be gone, and I will be far from here, and that equals one more meal to Toby and one less worry to me." The tortoiseshell narrowed her eyes, about to bark out a retort, perhaps scold him for making such a horrible joke, because it wasn't funny, no it wasn't funny at all, and it was scaring her - not that she would admit that, because she was a Clan cat and Clan cats don't get scared. But then a low rumble sounded that eerily reminded the she-cat of thunder, and for a brief moment, she glanced up, half-expecting there to be dark clouds riding the sky, flashing lightning but there wasn't. "Oh, Toby is awake. You'd better run, little princess. That chain is weak and old and soon you'll be weak and Toby will be old when you both turn to bones." He settled himself on the ledge and glanced over towards the dark stretches of the alleyway, his gaze insistent and almost murderous as he stared into the dark recesses of the shadows. "Tick tock, princess. Your life is on the clock."

She had no idea what a clock was and did not intend to ask, and was about to holler that he was crazy and delusional when sleek paws made it's way out of the shadows. Briarpaw stared in dawning horror as a scrawny monstrosity stepped out, it's body frail looking with bones jutting out, making it's ribs prominent, but muscles were rippling in his paws and jaws, his eyes frantic and searching before he looked at the tortoiseshell and his pure instinctual gaze rooted the apprentice to the spot, terror screaming at her and logic telling her to flee. White foam drippled from his jaws before he stepped forward, a thick black collar had him leashed by a silver metallic chain to the brick wall, where a sole loop was. The hound had black and chestnut fur lining his body, thin and patchy as wounds laced across his skin like snow across ground in newleaf.

With a single lung, the chains rattled and she could distantly hear the clatter as the collar choked the beast back, and distantly she could hear Ruben's crazed laughter that echoed, and again, the beast lunged. This time, with a low and hollow snap, the chain tore and fell to the ground and he stood there for a moment, his ears cocked and his jaws dripping as he began to race towards her. It was then that the she-cat found her paws and attempted to scramble away, her paws slipping along the warm pavement and the crates causing her shoulder to throb as she crashed into them.

With quick and nimble paws, she made her way to the deserted road, being mindful of the crates but during the majority of the time crashing into them. Her breath came in soft pants because of her strict RiverClan lineage. The lack of WindClan speed proved prominent as she felt breath along her heels, and for a moment, she could feel the wind beneath her paws and freedom glistened before her eyes. Then it was snatched away with a quick snap to the leg and a loud pop sounded, pain shifting through her skin and causing her to holler as the hound tore at her lower back, and for a brief moment, she wondered what was tearing as skin and muscle alike sliced open and blood poured onto the pavement, scarlet staining her pelt so deep that it was the only color that could be seen. She screamed, or perhaps she didn't, because then she was coughing, and why did it taste like blood? Without a moment's hesitation, she felt the warm pavement dig into her face as she was dragged back down the alleyway, and for a brief moment, she saw all her hope disappear as the darkness crept around them, and then, there was nothing but the horrible tearing noise as he tore her apart.