Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

RE: Separate Ways .:A Warriors RP:. ~Full~

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Nightfang sent a glance toward Bearfur, the idea of being able to go help him instead was a relief. Yet, as she suspected he would, Whitewhisker growled, "Hey! I called her first!"
From where he sat, Nightfang saw Thunderstep bristle and growl, "Bearfur is a Sentinel you mouse brain! He has superior rights. He gets her since you are a lower rank."
Nightfang shifted uncomfortably at the bickering toms before she leapt away. "Sorry sir. Bearfur has called for my attention." She quickly trotted to her friend's side, sending him a grateful glance, "You called me sir?" Personally she didn't mind the "sir" when it came to Bearfur, she just wished it wasn't necessary to keep up the ruse.

Briarlyric · WindClan Warrior

The elation in her heart had not worn off from the very few seconds of delight in her mind. Petaldancer's eyes turned to stare jovelently up at Darkstar, a grin plastered against her gentle face. Sentinel. Her turquiose eyes widened and her tongue, that had seconds ago been licking at her ruffled white chest fur, was sticking out. Me? she thought, dumbfounded. ... one of the elite? "W-wow," she said after swallowing in her tongue. With a feeble nod at the Darkstar as a sudden thought hit her, even becoming great has it's consequences. She was going to have to pick a servant. Her face contorted into a sudden grimace, that word made her stomach twist into knots. It was vulgar even to think about giving orders to another clan mate, as if they were bellow her. The she-cat's thoughts turned to the young second cousin of Nightfang, Sablepaw. He had barely been stolen from her home, LionClan, and was thrown into battling a trained apprentice. She gave a look of certainity of protection for Sablepaw at Nightfang and padded towards him.

Woodfall · ThunderClan Warrior

Ooc: I really don't know what to do. I wasn't called for anything and I am just a Footman. All I really know what to do is just hunt and stuff.

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Cliffheart stalked away from the meeting with Darkstar. Sentinel. Great. Now he had to answer to Darkstar, the most twisted cat in the forest. He just felt a deep pang of guilt that Nightfang was a servant. The tom personally blamed himself. Why hadn't he stepped in during his friend's fight? Why hadn't he protected her? With a deep sigh, the newly made Sentinel padded over to young Sablepaw, whom he'd felt a person connection with since the day they captured him. "Well hey there, bud," he mewed quietly, so nobody else could hear him talking to a servant like that.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Allowing himself a moment to collect his thoughts, Bearfur looked around the camp. It was unsure whether or not his eyes held guilt, longing or sadness, or perhaps a mixture of the three, fury added to the alloy. Deep breaths entered through his nose and left his mouth, unsaid, unheard words floating away with each silent exhale. Each one was a prayer for every life lost, for every life hurt and every life destroyed beyond repair. Perhaps he was being rather melancholy, however, Bearfur showed no indications that he knew his actions were as such. Turning to Nightfang, he gave a sad, longing smile. "All I ask of you, is to stay by my side." Where I need you, he added mentally, where you're needed, so I feel safe. How selfish. Closing his eyes, for a fleeting moment, he let himself he was once again within LionClan and that he wasn't becoming a monster again. For a moment.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Nightfang glanced up at Bearfur, worried about what he could mean. That smile and that look made her heart wrench for him. How she wanted to comfort him and tell him that everything was going to be alright. Yet how could she say that when she was having doubts about surviving through this. However she did nod and say, "Of course sir, if that is your wish." She gently pressed her nose to his shoulder before pulling away. Nightfang was to be a servant to the whole clan, doing their bidding but the first priority when to the sentinels. So long as Bearfur required her, she would not serve another.

Sablepaw shook a bit when Petaldancer approached. However the look in her eye made him feel better, as though she wasn't there to hurt him. He did recognize her from Lionclan, but since she was a Sentinel there was no telling if her loyalties had switched. He turned again to see Cliffheart approach him. This tom had been with the raiding party that had stolen him. Yet Cliffheart and his second consign Nightfang had treated him so kindly since he had come here. A weak smile pressed on his lips, "Hello Cliffheart..." His eyes grew wide as he remembered that he was supposed to add the rank to the end of the tom's name, "I mean Cliffheart SIR!" He gave a worried look past the two but no one had noticed his mess up. Letting out a smile sigh he turned his black furred face back toward the two cats.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Bearfur smiled that same sad, longing smile, yet nodded. "Not my wish, but it will do for now." He felt as if he had gained much wisdom from such few days, and was now feeling the burden of such knowledge. Shaking his head clear, he grinned softly, yet with a hint of mischief and chuckled lightly, as if treading on the edge of an open flame. "However, how are you, Nightfang?" There was a touch of energy to his words, concealed by concern for his good friend and concern for others. In the back of his mind, he was still wondering. If he hadn't been chosen to go on such a mission, would he have kept his sanity. Would he have kept his motives true and for LionClan? Or would he have lost himself to the monster again either way? But, sealing it within a glass box, the locked thoughts now sat. And hopefully would for moons to come.

Not minding his position at all, Kestreleye lay curled up at the edge of camp, merely watching everyone else. He had no reason to interact with others. "Because this is all a game," he sighed to himself, resting his jaw on his paws and relaxing his body. He had put up as good of a fight as possible against Bearfur. But the larger tom has earned his spot as Sentinel. Though, then again... "I never was striving to be the best, was I?"

Briarlyric · WindClan Warrior

With a gentle sigh, knowing there was no point of arguing over Sablepaw, Petaldancer flicked her ears as to show her approval. Laizily her maw opened up to reveal her pearly white teeth. She decided to pick a "servant" later, since her muscles still ached from the sparing. Leisurely, Petaldancer sauntered over to the same vicenty as Kresteleye. Withen a few minutes, the she-cat had groomed herself and curled into a ball of fluff, her golden-orange tail curled in front of her face like a branch. Her many thoughts soon crept into her mind, a far away look tiptoed into her turqouse and golden eyes.

-- Edited by Briarpaw on Saturday 24th of September 2011 12:38:10 AM

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Cliffheart laughed at Sablepaw calling him sir. "There's no need for that," he whispered to the apprentice. It was rather unfortunate that the young tom was a servant, but Cliffheart was determined to protect him from all the other stupid cats who might wish to beat up on him or something. The new Sentinel settled his tail upon the smaller cat's shoulder. "We'll go back to LionClan as soon as we have what we need from this place. Just hold out, buddy," he said reassuringly. With a gentle pat from Cliffheart's paw, the chocolate tom turned to look for his old mentor, whom he could now boss around as much as he pleased. However, the warrior's eyes rested on the knotted white fur of Whitewhisker. Maybe he'd go ruffle that cat's feathers. With a smug look on his face, Cliffheart made his way over. "So, how pleased are you with the new rank?" he asked scornfully.