Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

"Freya," the girl replied to Lucia's question with a small smile. "And it's no problem; I didn't really have anyone to tell me where the Office was until I managed to get some breezes to tell me--they didn't like my attitude," she explained, referring to the people who neglected to tell her where the Office was. The two walked along the hallway in relative silence until Freya offered, "I'll tell you my power if you tell me yours. I like to keep mine a secret--as much as I can in this school, anyway." Freya had managed to keep others' knowledge of her 'power' to a bare minimum, and as most of the school knew the blonde as only a sharp tongued irritant without much to back up her insults, most could only scratch their heads if asked for Freya's power.

She paused outside the door to the bathroom. "I've got to check if my book is in here--I lost mine when I left after washing my hands. If you want to go on without me, the Office is down the hall." Freya pointed with a finger down the hall where a doorway with a sign labeled 'Office' was as she ducked into the girls' bathroom.

ooc; o3o. i got distracted by DN crack!comics. i'm sorry. ;___;

Lucia waited outside, pondering. Should she tell this girl her power when she herself barely knew it? Even though, it was not truly one power. More like, the power of mimicking other powers. Or learning them. She had learned many a trick out on the streets, and those she used to her ability. Of course, she was better at seeming threatening, and in her knowledge of powers, than of using her newly learned powers. Many, the fire-tricks, and her wind-songs, stayed with her even from when she had lived in her old home. Others were learned and forgotten. Still others were as new to her as a math lesson learned the same day, and she had still not perfected them. And so what should she call her power? She had taken a liking to the Freya girl, for she seemed like Lucia herself. Easily ready to spar with words, and just as easily could seem cold and far away. Lucia sometimes thought of herself as a copy-cat, but then, she was a fox. Would that make her a copy-fox? She giggled lightly to herself and waited for Freya to return outside. She did not want to walk down the halls alone. It seemed childish, but after she realized how easily she could get into a fight with one after her long absence from civilization, she didn't want to get in trouble by some higher power.

Ooc: Tis fine. xD I was starting to worry about you.

Moon sighed & went into his room, he closed the door. He looked at his calendar & saw that that night was a cresent moon. He knew he would have to hide his ears & hands. He didn't like the kind of werecat he was because his change was a slow process.

Rachel sat down her book and slowly stood up. She walked over to a window and opened it. Her wings spread. She didn't really know if she could fly or not but....maybe it time to try it out. She was about jump but stopped. She couldn't do it. She wasn't ready to risk her like. She closed the window and sighed. She stared at the ground.