Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

OOC; Well, we are all in the tree top base right now so you can just jump in and bug either Pongers, TJ, Wendy, Kline(Resta) or Twink =D We are all up there right now XD

TJ made his way and stood next to Twink ((Geely Kly, I keep refering to him as a girl, then fixing it!)) and started to unpack his stuff. "I'll bet you're quite used to Prongs by now." He laughed, taking out Cheez-Its; A prize that he adored. He reacheddown deep in his bacg and felt something square and a little cold. He pulled it out and stared in amazement. "Chocolate!" He whispered loudly, showing it to Twink. Was it real? [TJ was a girl after all, so she loved chololate.] She unwrapped it and broke two pieces off, putting the rest in his pocket discretely. He handed the bigger piece to Twink and stuck his own in his mouth ravenously.

He had never tasted anything so good. The chocolate melted a bit on his tounge, and coated his mouth in sugar. It tasted like milk and sugar; reminding him of summer. It was a taste that he'd forgotten, but he realised it was like a bike; you never forgot how it tasted.



Prongs put his bag next to TJ and took off to chat with someone. he looked around for a suitable person.

o o c;; Feel free to correct/edit this post if there's anything wrong. xD

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"You guys always take matters too lightly."
His dark pupils narrowed behind his thin glasses as he stepped onto the platform where everyone else stood. The thin eyebrows atop his eyes were creased into a frown, and his lips were curved down into a scowl. Pushing his glasses up his nose, Keir crossed his arms lightly over his chest, glancing to the side as he watched Peter leave to his hut. Sighing rather heavily, his gaze averted back to the group of returning Lost Boys.
"Especially you, Kline," The long-haired boy pointed one of his fingers accusingly at him, glaring even harder as the hyper-active thing continued to smile goofily. "I should push you off of the platform; maybe that will put some sense into your nonsensical mind...You should wake up on time!"

Of course, he was sure one to talk. It was only now that this grumpy teen had woken up; and already was it noon! He coughed lightly, adjusting his spectacles, and rolling his eyes at Prongs.
"You're next. If I don't succeed in shutting Kline's mouth, then you're the one who's going to lose the ability to speak." A cold, melancholic expression found it's way onto Keir's stiff face. Now, if only he wasn't so short; then, maybe he might actually look intimidating, rather then ridiculously adorable with that usual, grouchy stare.

o o c;; Prongs - A thin, pointed, projecting part: a pitchfork with four prongs. (Haha, now I know why Jamey was named like that~ x3 *Pokes antlers*)
"Ridiculously adorable" are now my two most favorite adjectives. :B

"Yeah, well unlike you guys," Prongs scoffed, heading toards TJ, "I was getting something done!" He laughed as he left the two. They were talking too big for him; No fun at all.

"Here's the dude now." TJ punched Prongs in the stomach and ran off, leaving Prongs' own sack to him. TJ made his way to the hut he shared with a bunch of guys. It smelled to much like guy in there, but he got used to it. TJ would much rather enjoy the smell of flowers that weaved in and out of a girl hut. TJ climbed up to a sheet tied to one corner of the hut and a pole. He was the lightest built, luckily for his discuise. He wanted to go for a walk, but managed to fall asleep for a little while.

Prongs quickly unloaded his sack, for Twink was done with hers and heading off.