Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Lyricalsteps gave a frustrated snarl as she tore at her fresh-kill, her eyes clouded in the heat of the frustrating toms. As she ate, Lyricalsteps began to return to the serene calmness that many of her clanmates asociated the her with.  What do I care if grumpy toms don't recieve enough sleep? It's their fault that they make everything else moody and irittable. With a satisfied snort, she watched the sky fade from a deep purple to a light baby blue as the golden rays of sunlight, peeked over the horizon. The sun began to grab greedly at the decadent poppies and cool grass, covering the plants in a dull sheen. Suddenly, a quick bright twinkle caught her attention. But as she turned to watch, the lone star faded and quietly died. A sudden voice resounded in her mind, quiet and velvetly, it meowed," You must follow the stars... they know where to go." Her mouth opened into a suprised "O" during the whole process of thought.

Wingpaw strectched at the mouth of the apprentice den. She was happy that she could do the trick Nuteyes showed her. She listened to the breeze whispering through the trees. It sounded like a cat walking through the bushes. But. she thought. The bushes are protted up by tree trunks. Using her imagination a grey cat took form stalking through the bushes of the trees. She was ammusing herself. She chuckled brightly as the cat pounced on a mouse scuttering away that was a leaf. Immagination is fun. She thought. But how am I going to learn to be a warrior like this?