Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Sighing, Bearfur stood to follow after Nightfang. Without looking back, he spoke; "I'm sorry. I don't remember Mountainpaw. I don't remember much from then. All I really remember was being with Silverdream." With a deep breath, Bearfur trudged after his friend, making his presence known. Lightly brushing shoulders with Nightfang, he smiled softly. "I just don't feel like going into battle with that on my shoulders, yeah?" He said nothing more, just content with followinh his friend. Most cats were preoccupied and not bothering with others. It was time to rest up and make sure everything was ready. Closing his eyes, he didn't miss a step as he took a deep breath. It's nice weather today, he thought in passing; Maybe it'll be just as nice tomorrow, and the day after -- or even better, maybe this tortuous journey will be at its end. He didn't smile at the thought, but kept a passive face as he opened his eyes.

Cliffheart frowned at Petaldancer. "Well, this isn't the most convenient time to fall in love, but it can't be helped," he said, with amusement in his voice. Lowering it, he went on. "Anyhow, you know that tonight you might lose him, and all of us. We might lose you. But all I want to say is that you remember that you're LionClan through and through, and that you do what you know is right. You're valuable to us because of your bravery in getting TigerClan to trust us, and for coming here in the first place. You must know that you've earned your place with us, and tonight is the night to show where your real loyalties lie." Cliffheart stopped and took a deep breath. He lowered his breath even more and whispered to his warrior, "You must know that I fear tonight some of the patrol may possibly turn on us out of some sick turn of events. There are some I know that wouldn't do that, like you and Nightfang, but the rest are a bit...iffy, if you will. Bearfur has been scaring me a bit lately, and who knows what Wolfheart's been thinking lately." He stopped and swallowed hard. "Just please, do your best and let's make..." The tom paused a bit and nervously looked around. "...Let's make StarClan proud tonight, shall we?"

OOC: I can't promise anything, but we won't get to far ahead seeing as this RP doesn't get as many posts as you think it does ^^" I will try to make it so that we don't get to far ahead, if we get ahead at all

Closing his eyes, Bearfur nodded no. "It can never go back to normal, Nightfang... I wish for it to as much as you, but the probability of that happening is so frighteningly slim that I don't know what to expect after tonight." Looking at the sky for a moment, Beafur contemplated his next words. Finally, he chose them and looked at Nightfang. "How to put this... I don't think I will ever be the same, yeah? This whole mission has changed me. I don't know if it was for the better - and I definitely doubt it was for the better - but I know that you've changed, too. And so has everyone else." Shrugging, he smiled. "But worrying is getting us nowhere, yeah? All I know is that tonight... Tonight I will try my hardest. And I don't know if that will be enough, but it's what I have to offer." He enjoyed the easy pace of walking and sighed once more. "You know, I'm not sure where this is going. I guess I'm just nervous." Laughing sheepishly, if he could have wiped his brow, he would have. He knew he changed - too much, almost. He knew he was becoming something else. Something so much more sober and free of fun. Something that couldn't hear a laugh without cringing and couldn't laugh without a sneer. Who couldn't smile without a grimace and see a smile without looking away. Something that took away all the fun and happiness of life and replaced it with heavy thoughts. Something so far from what he aimed to be. And that scares me the most.