~The Four Clans~ (A Warriors RP)

"You are a disapointment. I will not take a stubborn cat as my apprentice. We are here to train how to be a medicine cat, and I want to tell you about herbs. I will report this to Moonstar."

"YOU PROMISED!"

"I did not promise. I said might. Why do you want to, anyway?"

"YOU DID PROMISE!! Your a liar! I want to because everyone elce is talking about how cool it is to practice fighting. So when there playfighing I'm standing in the shadows watching!"

Goldpaw heard her friend, Icepaw, yowl about not being able to fight. She sympathized with her. She wanted to train. She had to practice fighting techniques.

She sighed and thought, Even if they didn't do that mouse-brained stunt, I wouldn't be able to fight. Moonstar is busy. . .

She started thinking about Silverpaw and Treepaw accidentally crossing into ShadowClan territory. They had gone out of camp without telling her. She got angry, obviously, and now they won't even talk to each other.

Do they miss talking about me? Goldpaw wondered, reminiscing in happier memories.

Then, she started thinking about what they had done . . . again. A wave of uneasiness came upon Goldpaw. She felt sick thinking about Silverpaw and Treepaw's mistake.

What? Am I worried about them? Why should I care? It was their doing, anyway. They deserved it, the guilt, the responsibility. They crossed the border! Mouse-brains! Goldpaw thought.

She was perplexed because of all the emotions running through her. She suddenly remembered that she should probably go and tend to the elders. She groaned silently.

Great. No hunting or fighting. Just a day with elders and mouse bile. Fantastic, Goldpaw thought sarcastically.

Goldpaw headed over to Wildbite's den. As she entered in different scents of herbs filled her nose, she looked at the strange herbs scattered around the den and searched for Wildbite. Goldpaw called, "Um, Wildbite, can I talk to you? Could you give me some mouse bile, please? I need it for the elders, for their ticks and fleas."

He's probably with Icepaw, Goldpaw concluded.

Name: (Any Warriors name you'd like your character to have.) Stormpaw, Stormpelt.
Gender: (Tom or she-cat) Tom.
Personality: (Traits your cat holds) Fearless, loyal, sometimes aggressive.
Discription: (Your character's visual looks) Black fur, amber eyes.
Clan: (Thunder, River, Wind or Shadow) Shadow.
Rank: (Leader, Deputy, Medicine Cat, Med. apprentice, Warrior, apprentice, kit, nursing queen, elder. Please make sure the position you want is open.) Apprentice
Mate: (If any.) None.
Other: (Any other info.) Nope. (:

Stormpaw looked around the ShadowClan camp. Everyone was busy. He looked at the fresh kill pile; it was almost empty. I'll go out hunting then. Stormpaw headed outside the camp and found two voles and a mouse. Then Stormpaw took a rest. After my rest I'll meet Silverpaw.

Treepaw emerged from the Apprentice's den. Silverpaw was missing.
She was there when I went to sleep. This just isn't like Silverpaw. He thought.
Silverpaw was missing the same time for the past three days. The other two days Treepaw didn't mind, but now he was concerned.
I'll just follow her scent. Treepaw walked out of camp, and started following Silverpaw's trail.
Treepaw then recognized Silverpaw's voice. He peeked through a nearby bush. Silverpaw was playing with Stormpaw, a ShadowClan apprentice. He gasped.
"Treepaw, I know your there," Silverpaw growled, "what are you doing here?"
"I have a more important question....why is this ShadowClan apprentice on our territory?" Treepaw snapped.
"We were only playing," Silverpaw protested.
"He's from a different clan!"
"Greetings, Treepaw. I'm sure you are worried about your sister, but we aren't doing anything wrong," Stormpaw meowed.
"Stormpaw, it's OK. You can go back to your clan. I'll talk to Treepaw,"
Stormpaw nodded and headed back to ShadowClan territory.
"It's never OK to play with a cat from another clan!"
"We're not doing any harm!"
"But that's not the point! We're in enough trouble already! Now your playing with a ShadowClan apprentice!"
"You better not tell anyone!" she hissed.
"You better not play with him anymore," Treepaw retorted.
"I'm going to continue to see Stormpaw as much as I want and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" Silverpaw growled and headed back to the ThunderClan camp, leaving Treepaw in shock.
By the time Treepaw returned to camp, Silverpaw was curled up in her nest. I can't tell anyone, that would get Silverpaw in trouble. I'll just just make sure she doesn't see Stormpaw anymore.

(Huh? If he's meeting Silverpaw, wouldn't that make her his mate? LOL.)

golden_retriever wrote:

(Huh? If he's meeting Silverpaw, wouldn't that make her his mate? LOL.)

(They're not mates yet...).

(I see. Never mind. XD)

golden_retriever wrote:

Goldpaw heard her friend, Icepaw, yowl about not being able to fight. She sympathized with her. She wanted to train. She had to practice fighting techniques.

She sighed and thought, Even if they didn't do that mouse-brained stunt, I wouldn't be able to fight. Moonstar is busy. . .

She started thinking about Silverpaw and Treepaw accidentally crossing into ShadowClan territory. They had gone out of camp without telling her. She got angry, obviously, and now they won't even talk to each other.

Do they miss talking about me? Goldpaw wondered, reminiscing in happier memories.

Then, she started thinking about what they had done . . . again. A wave of uneasiness came upon Goldpaw. She felt sick thinking about Silverpaw and Treepaw's mistake.

What? Am I worried about them? Why should I care? It was their doing, anyway. They deserved it, the guilt, the responsibility. They crossed the border! Mouse-brains! Goldpaw thought.

She was perplexed because of all the emotions running through her. She suddenly remembered that she should probably go and tend to the elders. She groaned silently.

Great. No hunting or fighting. Just a day with elders and mouse bile. Fantastic, Goldpaw thought sarcastically.

Goldpaw headed over to Wildbite's den. As she entered in different scents of herbs filled her nose, she looked at the strange herbs scattered around the den and searched for Wildbite. Goldpaw called, "Um, Wildbite, can I talk to you? Could you give me some mouse bile, please? I need it for the elders, for their ticks and fleas."

He's probably with Icepaw, Goldpaw concluded.

"Oh hi Goldpaw! Wildbite's being a butt, so he went out to colect herbs. He told me to 'cool down.' He's shuce a fox dung! Oh sorry! What did you come for?"

(This is after she slept).

Silverpaw yawned and turned to leave the apprentice den. Treepaw was blocking the entrance.
"Not off to see Stormpaw, are you?" he growled.
"Calm down, Treepaw," she snapped, "I'm just going to take a piece from the fresh-kill pile."
Treepaw followed her. "I'm not letting you see him anymore."
"Just leave me alone," Silverpaw hissed, and ran into the forest before Treepaw could stop her.

"Ugh. He sounds like a mouse-brain. I need . . . mouse bile," Goldpaw replied. She fake-gagged when she said 'mouse bile'. "It's for the elders. They have fleas . . . again." Goldpaw sighed.

Treepaw sighed. He headed into the forest to look for Silverpaw. Treepaw couldn't find Silverpaw's scent. They could be anywhere. Treepaw gave up and headed back into the camp. "Goldpaw...you need any help?" he asked, trying to distact himself.

golden_retriever wrote:

"Ugh. He sounds like a mouse-brain. I need . . . mouse bile," Goldpaw replied. She fake-gagged when she said 'mouse bile'. "It's for the elders. They have fleas . . . again." Goldpaw sighed.

"Okay I know where that is from the smell." *goes and gets it* "do you want any help? Wildbite doen't need me right now."

Doger wrote:

golden_retriever wrote:

"Ugh. He sounds like a mouse-brain. I need . . . mouse bile," Goldpaw replied. She fake-gagged when she said 'mouse bile'. "It's for the elders. They have fleas . . . again." Goldpaw sighed.

"Okay I know where that is from the smell." *goes and gets it* "do you want any help? Wildbite doen't need me right now."

"Hi, Icepaw," Treepaw greeted, "do you want me to help too? I'm not busy."

"How about we all go to the elders den and help. Then It will be done quier and you guy can show me some fighting moves?"

Doger wrote:

"How about we all go to the elders den and help. Then It will be done quier and you guy can show me some fighting moves?"

"OK!" Treepaw smiled. The apprentices headed toward the elders den with mouse-bile.

(Let wait untill tomorrow to continue.)

Doger wrote:

(Let wait untill tomorrow to continue.)

(OK.)


Silverpaw headed deeper into ShadowClan territory. Ahead was the ShadowClan camp. She hid behind a bush. Silverpaw was relieved, Stormpaw was heading outside the camp. "Stormpaw," she hissed.
"Silverpaw, is that you?"
"I decided to look for you. On my way to the ShadowClan camp I found this old twoleg nest. We can meet there."
"Is it empty?"
"Yes," she replied, "no twolegs have been in there for a while."
"Good. Where is it?"
"It's in ThunderClan's territory. There's this huge pond next to it. You can't miss it."
"OK, I'll meet you there at moon-high."
Silverpaw nodded.
"Bye," she mewed and headed back to the ThunderClan camp.

(Hey guys=] Instead of going by the real moon, which would be impossible for me, how's a gathering sound tonight?)

(Hi. Sure, why not? )

Doger wrote:

"Oh hi Goldpaw! Wildbite's being a butt, so he went out to colect herbs. He told me to 'cool down.' He's shuce a fox dung! Oh sorry! What did you come for?"

(cats don't know about butts.)

Kathy wrote:

Treepaw sighed. He headed into the forest to look for Silverpaw. Treepaw couldn't find Silverpaw's scent. They could be anywhere. Treepaw gave up and headed back into the camp. "Goldpaw...you need any help?" he asked, trying to distact himself.

And now they stop ignoring me? Now they finally care about how I feel? They expect me to be all nice to them and forget about what happened, without even an apology from them?! That'll happen when hedgehogs fly! Goldpaw bitterly thought.

She turned around and faced him, looking him straight into his dark brown eyes. "Are you a medicine cat?" Goldpaw questioned, sharply.

golden_retriever wrote:

Kathy wrote:

Treepaw sighed. He headed into the forest to look for Silverpaw. Treepaw couldn't find Silverpaw's scent. They could be anywhere. Treepaw gave up and headed back into the camp. "Goldpaw...you need any help?" he asked, trying to distact himself.

And now they stop ignoring me? Now they finally care about how I feel? They expect me to be all nice to them and forget about what happened, without even an apology from them?! That'll happen when hedgehogs fly! Goldpaw thought, bitterly.

She turned around and faced him, looking him straight into his dark brown eyes. "Are you a medicine cat?" Goldpaw questioned, sharply.

"Fine, if you don't want my help," Treepaw growled and padded away to the Apprentice's den. The gathering is tonight. Atleast one thing to look foward.