Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

With a sad nod, once her ceremony was over, Florestadream called to her apprentice over the congratulations. "Badgerpaw, I want you to listen, okay?" she asked once the cats had retreated to their dens. The young tom looked at her with wide, innocent eyes as he nodded yes and sat at full attention. "During the time that Ivoryclaw and Amberwing train the rest of the camp, we shall go out on a two-cat patrol -- Whitestar approved all ready. Rivershine has headed back to LakeClan -- or rather NightClan, so we are going to meet up with him at the border. I want your mouth shut, or I swear to StarClan you will run until your paws -- no, your legs -- fall off. Do you hear me? I am not trying to be mean, but I need to be sure I can tell you what we are doing so we can prepare." Her eyes were wide and kind, but there was a soft edge to her voice as she spoke that told her apprentice to agree. Badgerpaw gulped and nodded quietly. Whipping her body around, she sighed. Flicking her ear to tell Badgerpaw he was excused, he scampered off to speak to his friends while she sat at the edge of camp, watching with her bright green eyes the clan she had grown to hate and yet love.

Right now, however, her love was too much, and since love is really close to hate, she was not sure whether she loved it or hated it. Maybe both. Because, one: she loved it because now it was partially hers. She was Deputy. A large responsibility, but she would be able to handle it. Florestadream knew what went on in the camp very often. The only two cats she could never figure out were Amberwing and Ivoryclaw. But she brushed that off. Then there was the reason she hated it -- and his name began with a 'W'. Whitestar. Her fur bristled in anger. No, she did not like Ivoryclaw at all, but no one deserved to remember someone as dear to them as Amberwing, his mother, was to him. She felt pity, because, though Whitestar meant well, he did not always have a good head on his shoulders. Sighing, she stared at what now was her's, to lock away all of her runaway thoughts. Whitestar was slipping into his den -- Badgerpaw, Mosspaw and the other apprentices were all bouncing around, guessing what their warrior names would be.

Florestadream half-heartedly smiled to them as they played around, seeming like the danger lurking in the shadows was nothing. And, at that moment, Florestadream wishes the danger was nothing. A false alarm. A dream. If it was all a dream, it could not be happening. And she was still a young kit. With her parents. And friends with everyone. Even the cat she hated today. With a deep sigh, she walked to her brother and sat beside him as he stared at the moon -- something she did more often than him. But right now, she could not bare to stare at the silver giant in the sky.

Talonclaw purred sympathy to his sister and went back to silence. All you could hear was a slight breeze -- a grasshopper -- a cricket. Closing her eyes, she leaned on him and said, "What do you think mother or father would say if I said I wanted to run away?" With a chuckle, Talonclaw mimicked is father's voice perfectly. The deep voice sounded perfect to her. "'Now, Florestadream. It is your job to take care of the clan, now more than you ever have. You are Deputy now. Be careful.' And mom would say, 'Oh, Florestadream, my little kit! You've made it so far, now! Don't give up just because of one little thing. That isn't why you made it this far! Just keep walking through the storm!'" Florestadream gave a purr of laughter and nodded. "I agree."

-- Edited by Florestapaw on Friday 13th of November 2009 09:39:57 PM

ooc: could you guys fill me in? Last page was 24... and that was before school! XD sorry guys, this RP is going wayy to fast for me. XD
Mossi

ooc: ooh, sorry ebbs. hope your mom gets better with.. whatever she has! :z]

Ivoryclaw listend to her speech with impassive eyes. His stance never changed and he never tried to show if any of her words bothered him. Rather he began to see her as an enemy in his mind. It was the only way to keep himself from breaking down and shouting at her. He waited until she was finished speaking before he even dared to open his mouth.

The white tom glared at her with steel cold eyes. "I've never tried to show anymore emotion or feelings than ive ever needed to not because i think that i can pretend like everything will be okay. Ive never done anything that should show that i love you in anyway." His voice was simple, not full of anger. He sounded as if he was stating a calm fact rather than raging to try and deny what she had said. It appeared as if her speech had stirred nothing in his heart. "I agreed to train you because i thought it was in your best interest. Not mine. I wasnt searching for a savior and you have bestowed your own opinions on me even though i have no wish to know them." The tom's harsh eyes never left her gaze for a single heart beat.

"I have come to grips with how my mother was killed. Tragic yes... she was butchered in front of me. Any cat that can get over that would be a devil in my books... Ive gotten over it. Ive no reason to not. If i had wallowed, as you say, i would have died of depression. Instead i got over it by training. By preparing myself for the worst. That is what ive been teaching you. Sure you will learn some interesting battle techniques but what this training is for is so that when you go on the battle field you will feel no remorse, no feeling at all. You are dead inside but only on the battle field. You have given up your soul so that you can fight like a demon. I can scare the fight out of just about any cat. They are not prepared for dealth like i am."

He paused for a moment to collect his thoughts, "That doesnt mean i dont want to live. I just dont want to live the way you think i should. Ive lived this particular life since my mother and uncle died. I dont live for thier memory. Im grateful that she brought me in to this world. Im greatful my uncle raised me like a son. But they are dead. Nothing to it. Im past all that. I look to the future of this clan now."

Ivoryclaw turned from her now as if he wanted nothing more to do with her, "I took you under my wing because i thought it was what was best for you. I never wanted to get personal with this so called 'relationship'. You wanted to learn, i was willing to train. Ive never let anyone close to my heart because no one was interested in it. If you wanted to know you all you had to do was ask. I told you that yesterday. Ask and i will answer. THe only thing i will not answer is these stupid questions about my past. You said i had to get over it right? I have, why bring them up again? If you wanted to know me. The real me, instead of scampering around behind my back and askign the elders about my history, you should have taken the time to ask me what i liked to do. What my favorite battle move was. If i've ever fallen in love before. Things like that. I would have told you. I've no secrets to keep." The white warrior turned his eyes over his should and appeared as if he was looking at a stranger. "I dont love you. Ive never loved you Amberwing. Your name drives claws in to my heart only making me angrier. I will sitll train you if you wish but i know you will have nothing more to do with me and that will suite me fine."

With that the white tom forced himself to stare at her for a moment longer and turned away. As quietly as he had appeared before her, he disappeared through the fronds with an unusually calm heart. In his mind he was justified. He was an emotionless void because he must me so. If the others didnt seem to like it that way he would carry on until they through him out.

-- Edited by Ebonycloud on Saturday 14th of November 2009 07:23:00 PM