Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

"Darn it why won't this bloody blood(Heheh) come off?! Oh well just have to supside it for now. Until that blasted healer can help." he said then slid off the hill. He found a large hollow log that looked great to ride while sliding down the large hill. He used it sliding down. He got to the bottom and saw Asher. "Asher?" He said walking over to her.

Richard sat in complete silence. After having cleaned out a deer, mind you it was still warm, he felt a little faint inside. He hadnt noticed George sitting next to him, or getting up again. Nor did he pay attention to the flirting going on between him and Mikaela. He was content on just clearing his mind and not thinking of anything. What was he going to do now? He had some weird ability to heal people, though he didnt exactly know how to activate. Every one else seemed to know by second nature how to use their powers. Though, Richard was glad that he wasnt using his powers now. It made him feel faint. If he could avoid healing people it would be better on him.
WIth a sigh he turned his thought elsewhere. How was he going to get home. Sure all these people were nice enough, minus Telec of course, but he wasnt planning on living with them for any extended time. This whole world of strange things, sounds and places wasnt somewhere he wanted to be. He would have given anything to be back home in his bed petting the soft fur of his fluffy black cat Pearl. Without thinking about it, Richard's index finger and thumb began to rub together, as if he was touching the soft fur of the little cat. A smile caressed his lips as he thought of her adorable little mew that sometimes was inaudiable.
A sharp crackling from the fire brought him out of his thoughts. His fingers stopped rubbing together and he felt the full force of his exhaustion hit him at once. His eye lids drooped and the world around him grew groggy. THe golden haired boy propped his chin on his closed fist. Slowly he began to drift in to a soft sleep.

Sighing lightly, Julie laid backwards, her back cold as she tried to find constellations in the sky, which obviously didn't work. She wasn't home. And if she wasn't home, there was no warm, comfortable Leo, or sharp-tongued Scorpio, or gullible, joking Picies. As she sat there, her grand-mere's voice drifted through her head, saying, "Stay strong; you're a Maya! You will make it through anything!" That was from her first day of high school -- a lonely Freshman, just moving back to where she had lived before going to France for a good portion of her life. It had felt weird, seeing all ehr old friends having either moved away, or completely changed. Sitting up, Julie vigorously nodded her head, No! and stood up, moving to the edge of her camp. Like what her oncle had said, "It's a thinking corner. I go here to think of what to do for the day or, if I'm in trouble with Auntie Madylynn, I think of how to get out of it." His gruff, laughing voice always made her cheer up. But his smiling face wasn't here either. Actually, Julie hadn't seen her oncle for... five years now.

Finding herself on her back again, she sighed quietly, so only she could hear. Still a sighing day, she thought to herself. Everyone seemed consumed in their own activities. Ashely with a picture, Richard was... well, asleep. (This one got a small laugh out of her.) Mikaela and George with flirting, and Telec was just sitting there. Aera was... just standing there. And Gideon didn't have much else to do. Julie wasn't sure if she knew Aera -- she had heard someone speak her name, but that was squat. Minutes had drearly passed as she thought quietly. Decisions, decisions, she thought. Move to the fire, it'll keep you warm. Stay in your corner, it will keep you safe. Standing, her food was still by the fire -- hunger hadn't struck yet -- so she didn't touch it. Letting it rise without touching it, she sat beside Gideon with a smile. He seemed quiet enough, that he would let her eat in peace. Richard did, too, but he was in dreams right now. Sitting so two people could fit in between them, Julie let the plate fall a good one or two feet in front of her, and she had to think. If she ate now, she would feel sick. But if she didn't eat then she would be hungry later, and the meat would be cold. Unless she put it by the fire. Which she really, really hoped would still be licking at the cold air when she woke up at midnight.

Well, she hoped she wouldn't wake up the start of the next day. Fears: something eating me, getting left behind, being taken away. Hopes: Feeling fine tomorrow, staying with the group. Dreams? Getting home (unlikely). Surviving (very, very unlikely if I keep going on as I have been. Getting along with these people? (With the exception of a few, very, very, very unlikely.) Getting to civilization? (Just keep dreaming.) That wasn't very optomistic, chimed in Julie, after going over her Fears, Hopes and Dreams. It was a way she sorted out what was possible, unlikely, and impossible. Oh, and being as non-chalant as the others? Not likely! I can't stand being here -- being away from my safety. That's a dream, too! I cannot stand these people -- only one can speak French! Agh! Emerging from her thoughts, Julie noticed the plate was still in the air, going a little higher every minute. Setting it down, she let it drop the last inch or two. Of course. I thought it was concentration that allowed the Plate to rise! But of course not! My emotions can put it out of control too! Frustration had gripped Julie as she sighed harshly and fell onto her back with a muted thud. "That hurt...," she whispered, a harsh voice in the back of her mind saying, Great job, oh smart one! You couldn't have done better than that! How 'bout next time you jump off a cliff? Huh? Does that sound better? 'Julie' (the thoughts) whimpered and said, I'm just really, really frustrated. Is that bad or something? The voice didn't reply, so 'Julie' felt it was safe.

OoC;; Thinkin' thinkin' thinkin'! :3 just sorting out Julie's character out right now. she's just hoping some noise won't come, and something will gobble her, alive. hahah! :3 i would feel the same. and inner arguments. julie isn't insane, i think lots of people argue with themselves. when they're afraid to do something but they want to. *nodsz* yes, i'm crazy.

-- Edited by Starstrukk on Thursday 30th of July 2009 02:27:44 PM

Ic: Mikaela smiled. George was coming out of his little shell and he was expressing himself more. She sighed as her stomach grumbled again, but then laughed. "That rabbit would've tamed this stomach of mine," she said, joking. This was one of the best days of her life. She was just with her crush.. joking, like everything was normal! But then her mind went back to the life with her family. She already HAD a boyfriend. He was a nice guy, 18, by the name of Taylor. He was cute, fun, loving, but nowhere as good as George. What am I going to do? Mikaela whimpered.