Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

How he hated doing this. He was trying hard not to incereate her right on the spot. "Justr elax." He said. He wrapped his feathery wings around her. "Well atleast feathers won't cut you." he laughed with his golden eyes gleaming in the blue and silver fire. It was beautiful. The fires danced on his shinning silver scales and they were warm.

"I'm sorry, I just don't like people." He said then curled up into a circle. He returned to nromal size and walked over to her and sat down with her. "But I don't hate people." He said putting her bangs behind her ears. "Better?" He mumbled. He said then got up. "You look better with them behind your ears. You would look very sad with them in your eyes."

"Well, you can't tell anyone! It began when I was a kid, my parents used to tell me poeple were all the same, stuped. When ever I mmade a friend my parents would beat me and chase my friend away with lies, I soon icilated myself from everyone, and I beleved people were the same itoitd that my parents made me beleive." He sighed and looked at her. "My heart was made of stone, I disliked everyone, thought of them not as smart as me, and soon I was the one nobody liked." He looked down and scribbled in the snow.

Smilingly lightly, Julie nodded and said, "Merci beaucoup. Je m'appelle Julie Maya. Et toi...?" Then shaking her head vigorously, she said, "Je regrette. I'm Julie Maya. And you are...?" Laughing quietly at her own mistake of speaking French instead of English, she vaguely remembered something her grandfather had always said. "Folie a deux. Madness for two." It echoed eerily in the empty part of her mind. Julie's attention span was never very good -- she had a very wandering mind, and it showed as she looked at a pebble, and decided to try and pick it up. Holding her hand up to Mikaela and then put her other hand, palm up, in front of her, concentration thick in her mind. Breathing seemed to slow as she concentrated. In a flash, however, the pebble flew into her hand. Grinning, she laughed and let it fall through her fingers. Grand-pere always said there was something special... I don't think this is what he meant, but he was close! thought Julie, smiled to Mikaela wearily. "Tu learn anything about yourself?" she asked, golden eyes with flecks of brown questioning. As she finally took notice of how tall Mikaela was, Julie sighed inwardly. She was short for her age -- always would be. Her doctor said she was to grow another inch, and then she would stop. She was going to college -- or she was going to go to college. Not knowing if she would make it out of this -- this -- book (she supposed she was in the book, since the book Rosewood [she supposed this, too] brought her here), and such. Then her face scrunched up as she thought of the title of a book vaguely like what was happening right now. Inkheart. Inkspell. Inkdeath. By Cornelia Funke. Then her attention span attached back to the girl in front of her, and she smiled weakly and said, "... Ehh... If... je parle francais... I speak french... suddenly... snap me out of it," with a good laugh attached to the end of it. Her laugh -- just a whisper in the wind. It didn't sound familiar to anything, though if you asked Julie's grand-mere, it sounded close to her mothers -- the sound of an ancient song bird, apparently.

A whisper in the wind. Her parents. A. Parents. Whisper. Her. In. Sky. The. Julie. Wind. Everything.

OoC;; Richard, Wolfy's charrie and Mikaela went off to see what made the noises (julie's fault) and ashes and talec are... idk. hahah! pardon my compy language.