Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Waking up (in a rather sour mood) Bearfur stalked out of the den with little pride. Then followed the usual training (which Darkstar begged him to take it easy for, why would he have one of his best Sentinels wear himself out now when they were so close?) and a quick meal before he had a large amount of free time to do whatever pleased him. With an amused glace, he watched from his spot at the edge of camp, his mind elsewhere. He knew tonight would be the night. He knew he would have the face the fact that the chances of him living would be so much more slim than he had expected. He knew. He just knew. And that scared him the most, because he didn't want to know what was in store. He didn't want to have to face the facts. Heaving a deep sigh, Bearfur made eye contact with Shadestreak, his friend and former mentor. The jet black tom laid himself beside the larger tom, not speaking. The silence was so loud to the two of them. Despite their status at the moment, neither cared much for the upcoming events. In confidence, Shadestreak revealed the reason he stayed with TigerClan was because his siblings were buried there. Bearfur said nothing on why he came to the clan, other than he didn't enjoy being here. He said he was here because he was indebted to a friend. And indeed at this point he was. He owed Cliffheart his loyalty and life for protecting Nightfang in the moments he couldn't be there. And so Shadestreak and Bearfur laid beside eachother, the silence saying what they couldn't put into words. It spoke openly of their fears and hopes. It spoke of their loves and life they lived. It spoke the truth of what they had lied. It spoke more than any words could have ever.

Nightfang looked at Cliffheart with wide amber eyes. She had wondered how they were going to warn Lionclan but there really wasn't anyway that was plausible. She frowned to herself and looked away, "I don't know... Perhaps Darkwhisker or Sablepaw could run back to the camp and warn them but I'm not sure. Its not safe to talk about it here." She looked away as Whitewhisker began to pad up to them. She lifted her voice so that the twisted tom could hear her, "Of course Cliffheart. I will stay beside you all day if that is what you require." She cast a pleading look tower the tom to play along.

Thunderstep grinned as she butted him with her head. "Heh, I certainly do hope it all works out," he gave her a warm grin. He turned his eyes about the camp before murmuring, "We won't have to fight for to much longer. Things will all be over soon." He turned his deep green eyes back to her, "I promise." He touched his nose to her cheek. "Just stick by me during the..." he frowned softly, "Fight... I'm a guardian after all. Its my job to make sure you do your job safely." He winked at her playfully, however his words full of meaning. When Tigerclan did finally attack, all the Lionclan cats would have to turn on these ruthless warriors. He wanted Petaldancer to stay safe, even if that meant getting a few extra scratches himself.

"Bearfur wait!" Wolfheart called after him. "I wasn't eavesdropping. I was hunting and by coinsidence the mouse was right by the tree!" She bristled twice her sise. "Don't you remember Mountainpaw?! I had pain like yours too!" she yelled after him. She siged. She had a lot of pain in her life. First as she belived her mother was from the clans and her father was from the tribe and her mother died trying to get her back to the clans. Then there was Mountainpaw, who she trained with. When they had their assesment they were ambushed by rouges led by their menoters. They had taken them to the mountains, Mountainpaw was taken by an eagle and just as they were about to push Wolfheart off the rocks on the mountain fell and all but her fell down to the forest. She had loved Mountainpaw badly, and now another wicked part of her life. She was hated in her own clan. Everyone was annoyed with her when she even complemented them when they cought a piece of prey. "THIS IS OVER!" she yelled after him and truged twoards the mountains, her new home.
Ooc: Mountainpaw is alive! Wolfheart going to mountains find him and her father! OOH PLAN! I pm to Ebbs

Her pearly teeth pulled up in a grin of affection and friendliness. Without saying a word the she-cat gracefully walked off. Why cant I focus? The she-cat thought, falling back to looking at her feet. She had been trying to be resonable and tell herself to stop falling for him, but how she felt about him was making her confused. Her nose caught the cool breeze which carried the scent of the coming change of leaves and the scent of young flowers blooming . A plethora of color seemed to dance around her in various shades of lavender, teal, and golden yellow. Many of the smaller animals were becoming plump, do to the abundence of nuts and berries throught the year. With a shake of her head, Petaldancer turned to go talk to her clanmates.

OOC: When will the battle start?

-- Edited by Briarpaw on Tuesday 4th of October 2011 12:55:44 AM