Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Bearfur watched as a tom swatted away a cat he was battling as the name Shadestreak was called. Mentally slapping himself in the muzzle, he watched as the fierce, jet black tom made his way over and immediately knew that this was who he was going to train under. Bearfur ignored Thunderstep and the deputy's little argument and returned the cat's glare with a bored glance. "Hm? You wanted something?" Bearfur asked, watching as Shadestreak bristled in anger at his indifference. "Oh, you must be Shadestreak. 'M name's Bearfur. I can't say it's a pleasure at this moment, but I can tell you that I will train under you then surpass you." Venom was laced in Bearfur's voice as he spoke, a grin with no malicious intent engraved on his face, despite his tone of voice.

Shadestreak smirked. "Spoken like a true TigerClan cat. Are you sure you weren't born here?" He watched as Bearfur raised an eyebrow and took that as a no. I suggest we spar. However, your large size would make it quite hard to fight in this camp." Bearfur nodded and gestured for Shadestreak to lead the way. "Also, even though you've probably noticed, every battle is a fight for life or death."

"I noticed."

Petaldancer gave a snort of pure amusement, amazed at the thought that Sharpfang would even think of her as just a peice of prey. If he thought that, he has another thing coming.  "What a piece of fox dung." Turning to gave him a glance of gratitude she remarked, "He seems to be a little full of himself there and I probably could have handled it, but thanks for the help. Sometimes, I wonder if being pretty also makes others think of you as mousebrained? Is that true?" Her cerulean eyes had a amused sparkle in them as she gave him a friendly cuff on the ear.  "So which one is Sunheart?" She asked.

Thunderstep gave Petaldancer a curt nod. "That flea-bitten mongrel has been a plague on this clan since my father made him deputy. Hates me, that's all I know." From there he scanned the area of Petaldancer's new mentor. Spotting the pale golden she-cat, he nodded in her direction, "That's her over there. good luck." With that Thunderstep trotted away to join Kestreleye on the edge of the camp.

Nightfang watched as the mentors that were called out began to move toward their assigned apprentices. Almost all of them had snarling faces, only a few others looked slightly disinterested. As a large long-furred white cat approached her Nightfang shrank back, her former courage now gone. The tom's disinterested blue eyes moved over the lithe she-cat for no more than a second. He motioned with his head for her to follow.
"I'm Whitewhisker," he muttered and turned.
"I'm Nightfang," she replied and she hopped to-it to follow him. Though if he heard her name he made no sign of it. Instead he led the way to where the others were training now. Without warning he whirled around and lashed her across the face. Nightfang had no more than a second to realize what was going on. She was sent sprawling on the ground. Her world spun for a moment before Whitewhisker pounced on her, grabbing her by the neck with his powerful jaws. The she-cat let out a frightened yowl as he began to squeeze her neck in his mouth. She squirmed and lashed out at him, but he would not move. The air to her lungs was beginning to run out when she managed to kick him directly in the stomach.
The large tom lurched back, coughing in reply. Night fang bolted up and launched herself at him, he was distracted just long enough for her to barrel her shoulder directly in to his face. His neck twisted back in a painful way as he dropped to his side with her on top of him. Without thinking, Nightfang dug her claws in to his side and bit in to his shoulder. Whitewhisker yowled at this and began to roll so that she was falling toward her face. He continued the motion until he had rolled completely on top of her, though she had not let go. Using his large paws her pounded her across the face, leaving scars on her muzzle. She flinched but did not move her vice-like grip.
Seeing that his tactic didn't work, Whitewhisker latched on to her shoulder with his own teeth and began to pull harshly, causing major pain to both combatants. the continued to roll with motion. The two were locked in a stalemate, neither giving up nor winning. Her amber eyes glowed with fury, his blue ones flashed with hatred.
Finally a voice broke out, it was Sharpfang's, "Oh would you two get on with it?!" For a moment, Whitewhisker hesitated, his eyes flashing toward the deputy. Nightfang saw her chance and lashed his face with her claws. Her pulled back with a yowl of pain and she kicked with all her might. He landed with a thud just a tail length away, she stood on shaky paws. Blood tricked from the scratches on her muzzle and the wound on her shoulder. Blood stained his white pelt above his eyes and on his shoulder. Panting as he stood, Whitewhisker sent a hateful glare to Sharpfang, blaming him for the loss of concentration.
He turned his eyes back to his apprentice, "You're weak. You need to act without thinking. You received to many scratches this round to consider it a victory."
Nightfang bristled at him, "Oh what do you know?! You have just as many!"
Whitewhisker bristled back, "I'm your mentor! I say if you pass or fail!"
Nightfang hissed with hate, "Then bring it! I haven't shown you anything yet!"
"Enough!" yowled Thunderstep from where he sat. Despite the fact that he was a fairly young warrior compared to most of the cats in Tigerclan, the fact that his father was the leader had sway with everyone. They obeyed him as if he were deputy, despite his father's insistence that he was a traitor. Darkstar's blood flowed in those veins and that's what counted.

Darkwhisker's whiskers twitched in irritation. Had she been chosen to have a mentor as well? Surely she had some importance. Darkwhisker turned head head to Thunderstep and said with a slightly worried tone. "What's going on? Why don't I get to have a mentor?" She mewed, padding up to him. Her eyes shook with apprehension, her paws shifting, and her tail flicking side to side.