Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

OOC: Because despite our efforts, this site is still dying. I'm surprised we lasted this long actually. Alrighty everyone, I'm gonna have us skip till night time that way we've got something to post about.

Darkstar sat in his den, dark green eyes fuming. Outside not a single cat moved, everything was still. The air whispered sorrowfully through the few trees that surrounded their camp. There weren't any clouds in the sky, the moon full and ready to turn the promised "blood" red. The Tigerclan leader watched the silver sphere from the mouth of his den. His brows knitted together, why didn't the moon hurry already? This was his night! Yet despite his impatience, the rest of the world did not bend to his whim. Growling darkly he exited the den and stalked to the medicine cat den. The former Lionclan she-cat was asleep in the main area but he didn't bother being quiet as he passed. As Darkstar pushed his way in to Jumpingfox's den he heard the older cat's ragged breathing.
Darkstar had no pitty for the elderly cat, instead he kicked him with his front paw, "Get up you old fool! Tonight is supposed to be the night, at least according to you! You better not be lying to me!"
Jumpingfox was startled awake, his eyes round with fear at the sight of his leader, "It is tonight! I swear by the sky that its tonight!"
Darkstar bristled and leaned down close, "It had better be, your life is at stake." With that he left the medicine cat's den and went to the center of camp. The dark leader threw back his head and yowled out, "Cats of Tigerclan! Tonight we fight! Tonight we cleanse this forest of the unworthy scum that claim to be warriors. Tonight, the Lion with be killed by the Tiger!"

Nightfang was startled awake by the sound of the Tigerclan leader. She turned her amber eyes toward her fellow servants. They looked just as surprised and fearful as she was. The small tabby she-cat moved toward the edge of the den, the other servants crowding just behind her. All their eyes peered out in to the darkness to see Darkstar standing in the middle of camp. His green eyes were wild with insanity, it was time to move.

Thunderstep heard his father's call, his heart leapt in to his throat, show time. He stood from within the Guardian's den and moved out to the middle of camp. Whitewhisker was just behind him, a smug look on his face. He was more than ready to kill any Lionclan cat that got in his way. Thunderstep prayed that Cliffheart or Bearfur had a good plan tonight. Seeing as each of the warriors from Lionclan were separated in to different groups, it was going to be difficult to coordinate. Still, they would think of something, they had to. All the Lionclan cat's lives depended on it.

Kestreleye cracked a weary eye open. "Time to go," he whispered to himself, standing slowly. He was not in the mood. Actually, he had no ambitions to go and fight a worthless war at this time and age. Maybe when he was younger and restless. But he was all the older and all the wiser and had no wishes to start a war they couldn't win. Tail flicking in defeat, he strolled out of the den to see all cats strolling to the center of the clan. There was a heavy feeling in the air, and it closed his throat. Bearfur passed by him with a sparring glance. In a way, Kestreleye held deep respect for the former LionClan cat. He had shown his strength but maintained most of his sanity. He's a saint, thought Kestreleye in passing. Then he watched as the she-cat - Nightfern? Nightfog? Ah, Nightfang - stood with the other servants, all eyes reproachful and weary. Then there was Thunderstep. His close friend. In the back of his mind, he wondered what was going through his friend's head. He could never read Thunderstep's emotions and the fact that he was in a dazed mood made it no easier.
Then there was him. Kestreleye. Silent warrior with no ambition and who was okay with dying just because he didn't want to watch a war be lost so easily. He was just Kestreleye and, in passing he thought, I'm fine with being that.

 

Cracking an eye open, Bearfur heard the anxious yowl of Darkstar and decided to bury his face in his paws. No, not now, he thought tiredly. His bones were heavy with fatigue and stress and as he moved to stand, his joints yowled in protest, making him wince.  He stood at the entrance to the den for a little while, just staring at everyone. As he passed by several cats, he gave a solemn nod. Kestreleye just stared at him with a look in his eyes - admiration? surprise? amazement? jealousy? or maybe all three? - and in return he gave him a passing glance with no emotion - though maybe there was a little sympathy in the glance. Every cat seemed so lost. Weariness had invaded their bones for the night and as they were awoken, no blood seemed to warm their bodies. Goodnight, StarClan, Bearfur thought in the back of his mind. And, maybe if he was a little more awake, or, maybe if he was a little more himself, Bearfur would have scolded his thoughts and locked it away. But he wasn't a little more awake. But he wasn't a little more himself. He was here and now and lost and not so much found.
  Thank you, I guess.

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Ooc: You still have to make the fourm too. By the way ebbs can you meet me at your art rock? I have a question