Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Wow -- nice job, Rekk -- your grammar skillz have definitely improved, and once again you show your ability to bring together different myths without problem.
You know, your writing style for this reminds me a bit of a documentary -- not that that's a bad thing, though. :P

On the other things -- I think you know my stance on those. :3

You're quite velcome, Bob. =)

RPs are fun, I'm sure most of you agree with me. One of the things I like about RPs is that someone comes up with a story and lets other people add to it. If the RP survives to the end, then you have an epic story.
I'm sure you're wondering why I'm talking about RPs. Well, I've decided to make a new RP. This RP continues off of another story of mine that I'm kinda still working on. I've got it all planned out, I've just got to finish writing it. This story is about the Dreadwar, a terrifying war fought amongst dragons. What were they fighting about? A Demon God. There were two sides, one that wanted the Demon to live and the other wanted the Demon to die. The Demon God had no say in any of this.
The dragons fought for years until it came to a sudden end. The final battle took place in the Valley where the Wind Never Blows. This is what the dragons called it. This valley is surrounded by giant, sharp, spikes made of rock. It is believed that these spikes are what keeps wind from blowing in this valley. In the heart of the valley is a giant tree. When I say giant, I mean flipping huge. It's big by dragon standards, so, its got to be huge! A large lake surrounds this tree which sits on an island big enough  for two full grown dragons to stand on. Smaller lakes are scattered around the valley. There are two entrances to this valley besides just flying over the spikes. Caves on opposite ends going through the stone wall lead in and out of this valley.
During the final battle, a strange fog appeared. All fighting stopped since the dragons could no longer see. A booming voice echoed through the valley.
"Enemies you are not! You look the wrong way! You are only helping the true enemy! Stop this fighting or be cursed!"
The dragons ignored the voice and they were cursed. The cursed dragons became Dreadsouls, a being that only kills. Dreadsouls seek out anything living and slaughter it. They have no emotion. Dreadsouls are known for their howl. A loud mornful howl that causes even the bravest of beings to shiver in fear. A Dreadsoul is said to never let any one escape alive, but Drig proved this wrong.
Drig was a veteran of the Dread War who didn't become a Dreadsoul. He was a young dragon who only wanted to find his friends, Nitrox and Chrome. During the war, Drig was like any other young dragon, he was eager to fight. But, during his first battle, he quickly changed his mind. While out on a scouting mission, his squad was attacked. Everyone but he and Nitrox were killed. What happened between Drig's lucky escape and him being found by the Cliff-side Clan remains unknown. Drig never speaks of it. But a few have been able to get a bit of information out of him. When Drig was found by the clan, he had been carrying a small, black, hawk dragon hatchling. After being continuously questioned about how he had found the hatchling, Drig finally told the end of his story.
Drig had been wandering around searching for his friends when he heard the howl of a Dreadsoul, instead running away, he ran towards it. What Drig saw would haunt him for the rest of his life, his good friend Chrome attacking two innocent hawk dragons. Drig decided he wouldn't let his friend just kill the two other dragons, so he jumped out and demanded that Chrome stop. When the larger dragon looked at him, Drig realized his friend was a Dreadsoul.
Drig tried his best to tell his friend to stop, but he knew it was hopeless. The big, black, five headed dragon hissed, growled, and struck at the pleading dragon. Drig finally decided that he had no choice but to kill his friend. When Drig drew his weapon, something odd happened. Chrome paused and remained frozen in place for several seconds. After what seemed like an eternity, one of the heads looked back at the hawk dragons. The frightening expression on Chrome's face changed to one of horror and sadness. The big dragon howled a howl that sounded nothing like a Dreadsoul's howl and he flew away. Drig sat and watched Chrome's figure dissapear into the night sky for several moments until he heard a noise. A hatchling, most likely the offspring of the two dragons Chrome had killed, was hidden in the bushes. Drig picked up the hatchling and carried him to the nearest Clan.
Days later, news spread that Chrome's body had been seen in the Valley Where the Wind Never Blows. Drig was devastated, he worried that the same had happened to his other friend, Nitrox. Fortunately, Nitrox showed up, not as a Dreadsoul, but as a Weapons Master. He told Drig that he too was a Weapons Master. Drig was pleased to hear this, but he remained depressed. Nitrox tried everything to cheer his friend up, but nothing seemed to work. So he went to speak with Varneco, the creator of the Weapons Masters and the reason fo the Dread War. After hearing Drig's tale, Varneco told Drig that if they could find the Eyes of the Beast Kings and the Beast Kings themselves, they could free the remaining Dreadsouls.
After hearing this, Drig said that they must find the Eyes and the Beast Kings so that they can ensure that no other innocent lives would be taken by the Dreadsouls. Unfortunatley, they needed more Weapons Masters in order to complete this task, and Drig and Nitrox were the only Weapons Masters. Varneco told them he would seek out more Weapons Masters for them, but they wouldn't be what they were expecting. Drig and Nitrox said that they didn't care who the new Weapons Masters were, but that they could get enough to free the Dreadsouls from their curse. So Varneco left and returned later with the third Weapons Master, a human by the name of Blake Yaeger.
At first, Drig and Nitrox weren't too pleased with having an inexperienced human help them with such a difficult task, but eventually, they accepted him.
Varneco continues to hunt for new Weapons Masters, and he plans on only recruiting young humans. Why? No one is quite sure, maybe it is because young humans tend to be more free of the corruption that lies withing so many older humans.

That's a great intro for this new RP isn't it? Well, I'm going to go see what else I can get done on this thing. Suggestions would be helpful.

I wish it would freeze over here! At least, I wish it would again -- the one time it did, I didn't have a jacket to wear so that I could go and slide around on the ice. >.< Totally unfair...
Did you use actual ice skates, or did you just like, skate with your shoes?