So leafbare was behind them and she'd regained her strength. She was still small and skittish, and still didn't really care for the other kits. They were too rambunctious and talking about apprentice ceremonies and her being left out because she didn't belong there. They were mean, she didn't like them. So she followed Brightpool, hiding under the she-cat's belly whenever she could and not really liking to stay in the nursery where it was warm. She wanted to be with Brightpool, so where the where she went so did Lark.
But the cold days were behind them now, and she was playing at the entrance of the nursery, her little claws sunk into the ground as she pranced around with legs splayed out and tail sticking straight up in a comical imitation of a fighting cat. "So then it came right up to me and chirped and I jumped on it like this!" She lunged at the invisible bug that had invaded her nest the evening before, ending up flipping tail over paw and bumping into Brightpool's legs. "Um...something like that anyway."
Brightpool hadn't realized just how easily she fell into motherhood. It was almost as easy as breathing for the pretty white coated she-cat. At first she did take some time getting used to. Lark wasn't overly needy as a kit but she did need special attention. Brightpool had spent most of her time during leafbare split between hunting for Lark and keeping the kit warm. Grateful that Redwind had offered to keep an eye on her, Brightpool manged to juggle the struggles of motherhood.
Now with the harshness of leafbare behind them, Brightpool was able to focus on actually tending to the overall well being of Lark. It became more importnat to spend time with the she-cat instead of ensuring she had eaten.
The small she-kit leapt at the invisible bug before tumble over. Brightpool laughed softly as Lark tumbled into her legs. Moving nudge the she-kit back upright, Brightpool let escape a soft purr.
"That was very brave," Brightpool praised. "Do you think you could do that to an enemy cat? Defend yourself that is?" She asked in a soft tone. Lark was nearing the age to start training. Brightpool couldn't help but be concerned that the young she-kit wouldn't want to stay in the Clan.
Judging by how Niko was treated, Brightpool was sure Firestar wouldn't kick the she-cat out right away. But something about knowing that Lark might be sent away at a certain age kept Brightpool up at night with concern. She much rather try to convince Lark to stay and become a Clan cat instead of wandering on her own for the rest of her life.
Lark waved her tiny tail happily at the praise, coming to sit on Brightpool's paws so she could snuggle against the she-cat's body. The question caught her off guard and she had to consider it. "Right now? Probably not. I'm too skinny and small to defend myself. But I think, if I get taught by someone, that I could eventually." Of course, she was still a little undersized, her development only just now beginning to catch up with her peers.
She still needed to be accepted here, or her brother may yet come to get her. That thought made the young she-cat sniffle helplessly. "You don't think Shadow froze in leafbare do you? It was really cold and we were having trouble catching food." She hoped that he had survived, maybe even moved away from this area to do so once he couldn't find her. It was sad that she may never see him, but the truth was that he had a much better chance without a tiny kit to protect and proved for.
"He's better off without me if he's alive, Brightpool. Being out there alone is better than being out there with me." She sighed, snuggling more against the white she-cat. "Its sad but I'm practical. Shadow taught me that way. He always said that things would have been easier without me, but that he'd never leave me."
Brightpool curled her tail around Lark, it was had become such a habit it didn't take much thought anymore. As far as she was concerned Lark was her own little bundle and would always have a special place in her heart.
"There will be time for that, once you are big enough you will be taught how to fend off mean cats," Brightpool told her as she licked at the she-kits ears. Grooming her just a little.
Hearing the small sniffle, had Brightpool's eyes widening. What caused such distress in Lark? A purr escaped her as the she-cat attempted to calm the younger. "I'm sure Shadow was able to protect himself. There are plenty of warm places to nest. If it makes you feel better I will look for him the next time I go hunting," Brightpool told her, nuzzling the she-kit a few times. Trying to push away all discomfort from the small she-kit.
"You may be right but I'm sure Shadow didn't give up looking for you. He will always be your big brother," Brightpool added with another purr before turning and spying a bit of moss.
"No more sniffles. Fetch that moss ball and we can practice hunting on it," Brightpool told her before nudging the she-kit to stand up. "Come on, you are only a kit once," She added to help motivate.