Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

OOC: Okay i am gonig to give this a shot! I read your whole last post and i think i got the gist of it. The only thing i am having trouble with is if this is in 3rd or 1st person because in the begining it was 3rd but by the end you were speaking in 1st...  Also i am guessing we post about a month prior to getting on the train so i shall try that... Well i suppose i will figure it out XD IF i do anything wrong in my post let me know! XD Oh and i have no idea if we live in the same town so if we dont let me know and i will edit but for now, that is where my character lives =D


On the small corner of a not so busy street, a small house sat in pure bliss of the morning sun. In the little house lay a boy on an old cloth couch with his legs and arms splayed about in a lazy fashion.

"Reginald!" called a voice that was similar to a harpy's. The young boy twitched slightly and turned over only to wind up planting his face in to the hard wooden floors of the little house. His eyes shot open to reveal to different colored orbs. One a powerful color of green and the other, a delicate shade of light blue. He frowned slightly as his young hands reached up and rubbed his throbbing face.

"Reggie! Get your butt in the kitchen right now!" That was the unmistakeable voice of his father. The one he inheritaded his dark ginger hair from. Reggie shifted in a squatting position and gave the voices a pounting face. "Reggie! Now!" Well his father's temper seemed to be at its peak this morning. With a sigh the young boy stood in his pajamas and headed for the battle field that his family called the kitchen.

Once he entered the small room to large glaring green eyes met his face. "What?" Reggie asked, his voice squeaking at the end.

"How many times do we have to call you before you manage to wake up and get your scrawny self in here?" His father growled. Despite the old man's dark temper, he was a good person. He had taught Reggie everythign he had needed to know about being a good man when he grew up and there was no one else in the world he respected more.

"Well i am up now, what is it?" He frowned and only got a cold gaze from the old man as a reply. The ginger haired boy's mother pointed to a small envelope on the desk that was beside the door that led to the back yard.

"That came for you today. We havent opened it but judging by the post mark we already know who its from." His mother's voice seemed rather dark at the mention of this. "We called your grandfather."

Reggie's face lit up with a smile. "Papa Max is coming!" He quivered in delight. His grandfather was a quirky old man with a large enjoyable grin. The man's silvery gray hair curled out at all odd angles giving him the look mad scientist. Reggie bolted for the letter and looked at the from. The coloring of the letters made him ponder a moment.

Reginald Harris Wilkins
642 James St.
Dennis, Cape Cod

Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizzardry
Headmaster: Lysander

   I'm pleased to tell you that you've been accepted to Hogwarts, the school of Witchcraft and Wizzardry. I ask that you have all the required items in order before the starting date of September 1st. In this letter is one train ticket from; Dennis, Cape Cod; to the school. Your train number is Nine and Two Thirds (9 2/3). We look forward to seeing you in one small month!

Mrs. Aphrodite
Deputy Headmaster

Reggie's eyes snapped open wide making them glitter oddly. This was amazing! He was going to go to a school for wizards and witches! That was something he had never really expected. Though it did explain a few things. Like when his emotions got out of control such as when he was very angry, scared, or excited thigns tended to... blow up. Not in a huge catostrophic way, but enough to make one's head turn.

"So it was that letter eh?" Came the almost, depressed sigh of his father. Reggie's brows knitted together but they didnt stay that way for long. A swift rapping at the door signaled they had a guest.

"Hey do, merry do!" sang the quirky voice of his strange Grandfather.

"Papa Max!" Reggie grinned and ran swiftly to the door, but Papa Max's hand was in the air to stop him.

"We havent a minute to lose m'boy! I know what showed up today and we must get you squared away and ready for that train." His grandfather's wide eyes stared at him with joy. The old man grabbed his hand and yanked Reggie along with him. The young ginger haired smiled and laughed as he hoped in to the car and headed in to town with Papa Max.



The two traveled for a while exchaging laughs and smiles until Papa Max stopped the car outside of an alleyway. Yet it was a dead end. "Papa Max" Reggie questioned as he stepped out of the car but the old man was not to be bothered. Instead he made himself buisy skipped down the alley and tapping the brick wall in an odd way. The old wall rippled and changed as a large street made itself repsent to him. Reggie couldnt help the excited smile that touched his face.

"Come now m'boy and we shall get you everything you need!" Papa Max dashed off down the alley with Reggie hard on his heels. They stopped at each of the shops on the list until they managed to get to the wand shop. Papa max grinned widely and ushered Reggie in to the store. "Go on Reg." He smiled. "This is really soemthing you should do by yourself.

Reggie's oddly colored eyes lit up once more making them sparkle like two pools of emerald and glistening water. He tentiveily stepped in to teh shop only to be greeted by an excited looking man. The tall fellow took one look at the ginger haired boy and winked. "I know just what you need Reginald!" He headed to one of the rows and pulled out a box that looked worn and tired. Reggie frowned slightly at how th man knew his name and at the old box he now held. "Listen Mr. Wilkins" He grinned. "This wand may look old but its as powerful as any other." The man pulled back the cover to the box to reveal an old looking, straight, darkbrown wand. On the handle of the wand was inscribed a picture of a feather. "Now this wand is powered, like most, with a phoenix feather, but having this particular wand is special. That feather on the handle means it was once wield by a very powerful wizard. Use it well Mr. Wilkins. Oh, and i belive there is a suprise waiting out beside you grandfather."

Reggie glanced outside to see a fluffy black cat with ice blue eyes sitting on the suite cases That cat seemed to be smirking at him. With a large smile Reggie burst out of the shop and picked up the long legged cat. "Well hello there." He smiled and got a mrrow, in reply. Turning his eyes to Papa max he laughed, "What shall i call him?" Yet his grandfather only shoko his head letting Reggie know it was his decision. Turning back to the cat he smiled. "Alright then. I shall call you Ebbs. Is that alright?" The cat tilted his head to the side and quivered his whiskers. Reggie smiled boyishly and hugged the long legged black tom cat.

One short month later Reginald stood outside the train station with Ebbs drapped across his shoulders so that his tail hung down flicking across his chest. In his hands he held a ticket and a suite case. Beside him were a few more suite cases that Papa Max had packed for him. He shook nervously as he stepped on to the platform that said 9 on it. He was confused and looked down at his ticket. But surely enough it said 9 2/3.