Larkkit had been wandering the forest for days. He was cold, hungry and tired. He wasn't aware of the clans that made this forest their home. His mother was a stray, one that had wandered into the forest in search for shelter so she could give birth, and more food for her future kits to eat. However she was unlucky, his mother found nothing for days before giving birth - and was starved for weeks.
His mother was fine for a few days, but soon succumbed to sickness and died.
Larkkit was one of the lucky ones, he was the first kit his mother gave birth to, and managed to eat more than his siblings and had thicker fur. The rest of his liter mates weren't so lucky, they all died from the cold and starvation. The black tom wandered alone, unsure where to go or what to do for survival. He wasn't really hungry, he managed to find an unguarded birds nest a few days back - and was able to fill his belly with little chicks.
Larkkit made sure to tread carefully, he didn't want to attract any danger - after all he was too weak for fighting. However he made a crucial mistake when he stepped on a branch, the loud crack echoed. Larkkit winced at the sound, he became more alert hoping nobody heard him... and after a few moments of silence he thought he was safe.
The tom was caught off guard when he heard somebody speak. He was hesitant on how to react, should he run? should he approach the stranger? he was lost in his thoughts.
