Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

|Name;; Kyle Richardson (plain name. :P)
|Title;; Kyle of Teardrop Falls (is that name okay? :3)
|Part;; Guy
|Apperance;; A boy that's average height for his age and with slightly tanned skin. He has golden eyes and chocolate brown hair that curls when it ends just below his ears.
|Personality;; Kyle can act like a complete know-it-all sometimes and can have a real temper, but when he comes to, he is actually a very kind person that knows what he wants in life and that he must work hard to recieve his wishes. (He does not show emotion much, aside from anger and solemness.)
|Short History;; Kyle knows his parents; actually, he knows them all too well, though he lives with his aunt and uncle. Because his parents were the lower of the middle-class, they were having a hard enough time making ends meet while they all ready ad one child. So his aunt and uncle took him in, in hopes of him growing to be as great of people as his parents (though it seems he has his older brother Zac's temper but his mother's kindness).

Kyle, without emotion, exited his room when they were called out. His room was inspected, and everything was well, as he stood before the senior pages. His dark gold eyes were serious but held a lazy casuallty as he stared back at the pages casually and without hostility or fear. Though of course, he was nott exactly fearless. He had fear, he had the fealing known as remorse and the ability to have the emotion fear. But, however, at the moment, it was not there. His arms hung lank next to his body, and then slowly folded across his chest as he made quick eye contact with a senior page, though he was quick to change where his eye's path lay. Rather, they pointed to the ground emotionlessly.

Hale, or rather, 'my lord,' looked like a gruff man to Kyle. With harsh eyes and the look of a well-spoken page, Kyle knew who he would not mess with during his training. He hoped he would be able to hold his tongue during his training.

'Kyle be sure to hold your tongue. It is sharp, and wields as many words as your brother knows. Just.. be careful,' his aunt had warned him before he had left. And the follow-up from his uncle had been, 'A sharp tongue is a keen weapon, but a sword is even more dangerous. Watch your mouth, Kyle.' All his brother had said was, 'Watch your step,' and then walked away, laughing, after he tripped Kyle.

His golden eyes darkened as Hale's eyes met his for a second. Kyle gave a sort of cough to clear his throat and then yawned quietly. It was getting quite a bore to just stand there while the senior pages inspected them.

Lucifer stretched as he stepped out of his room for it to be inspected, and when it was given the all-clear, the senior pages began looking at him as well. He did not look like anything special, with his dirty golden hair and deep blue eyes, but he had a certain air about him - as if he knew that he would be chosen, and later many pages would wish they had picked him themselves. He didn't care if they did or not, and so he waited. Instead of looking at the senior pages with a hopeful eye, he looked at the other first-year pages, observing them. One seemed absolutely and totally bored, while another looked as if he knew he wouldn't get picked quickly, and that he did not mind. Lucifer shrugged, and a sparkle of mirth entered his eyes. This would be fun, much better than his life would have been otherwise. Much, much better.

Yvonne--or Xyun, as she was called, now--stood at attention as she stared straight ahead, arms by her side as she listened to the noises of others making themselves welcome in her room. She was irritated, annoyed, and most of all bored; but none of this showed on her politely interested face. The girl posing as a boy was still a little too feminine to be handsome, but as she was still a child, she had that adorable-child-trying-to-be-older charm. Many of those her age took her stony silence as her belief that she was better than them; those only slightly older than her assumed that she was being disrespectful; lordly figures believed that she was to grow up to be a respected knight (like or unlike them); and motherly figures declared that "(s)he was simply the most scrumptious little kid to set foot within the castle" to train as a knight.

Many times those inspecting herself and her room had tried to, in the way of those in the presence of younger ones, catch her attention by speaking loudly of the room and the new page in front of them. Each time they had checked for a reaction, they had been met by the seemly dead cloudy blue-grey eyes, and they had given up--for the most part. Occasionally they still commented on her soft skin, un-manly beauty (because guys weren't supposed to be pretty, they were supposed to be tough and rough with everyone) and long hair. Yvonne ignored this, staring ahead as they plodded along at their tortuously slow pace.

When will they be done? she moaned to herself, her guise slipping for but a second.