larkpaw

[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]larkpaw isn't a bad cat. it's just that he's not a particularly well-behaved one, finding the word of leaders, deputies, and medicine cats to be taken with a grain of salt over his own personal experiences with the world and consideration. he doesn't enjoy being told what to do, and prefers to do things his way. he's an independent thinker, and struggles with collaborative work, oftentimes finding roundabout and much more difficult ways of doing something so long as it means not blending with the crowd and swaying to the word of another.

however, he's not difficult in every sense of the word. conversation and fun comes easily to him, as it should with any ordinary apprentice. ambition burns under his pelt not to climb the ranks but simply to make a name for himself, to make himself notable, to stand out. already this kind of attention was brought to him from birth, from his kinky pelt, and he thrived under it. even if it was negative attention - so long as he stood out from anyone else, he was content. he's constantly thinking about his future, however, this oftentimes makes him rather unorganized and frazzled, his mind wandering each and every which way rather than sticking to one main idea. he bounces back and forth between tasks as though he could not possibly complete one in one go, but rather, multiple in several different intervals.

ultimately, larkpaw values his family. his siblings are very near and dear to him, and after the death of their mother, he holds them closer than ever. the thought of them getting hurt by other cats makes his blood boil, and he swears vengeance against any other cat that dare to even misplace one strand of fur on their pelts.

[attr="class","arrgenMAINTEXT"]mother: orchidflower [deceased]
siblings: hawkpaw [m], starlingpaw [m], pigeonpaw [f]


larkkit was born to orchidflower and an unnamed tom, who he would never find the identity of. he was born alongside three other kits - hawkkit, starlingkit, and pigeonkit. hawkkit was unhealthy while larkkit was born strong, and a fighter. they spent their beginning moons of life in the medicine cat den thanks to hawkkit, until finally, when their eyes opened, they were allowed to the nursery. larkkit was a pawful of a kit, always squirming away from his mothers tongue and desperate to go off by himself, to explore the camp. he didn't like being told what to do and proved to be quite the troublemaker for the lone she-cat.

right away larkkit picked up on hawkkit's admiration for finchclaw, the clan deputy, and oftentimes tried to throw him out to talk to him. it was a difficult, teasing process, but he enjoyed dragging the tom around and encouraging him to talk to his idol. it was all in good name. unfortunately, though, these fun-and-games dissolved quickly for larkkit when orchidflower's health began to diminish around their sixth moon, and soon, she was gone, found dead in her nest. larkkit was petrified, but even more so at his own siblings grief. he took it upon himself to comfort them and lead them through their mourning, trying not to give himself time for his own. he didn't need the comfort like they did. he appreciated the kind treatment from the other queens in the nursery, but he didn't need it, and soon, they were to become apprentices.

as an apprentice, larkpaw will prove to be troublesome for his mentor. it's not quite so much that he misbehaves often but rather that he simply doesn't enjoy being told what to do, and if he believes something should be done one way over the other, he's ultimately going to choose his way no matter what. additionally, he struggles with taking figures of authority seriously, finding that all positions have been arbitrarily assigned and mean nothing in the grand scheme of things.