Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Mikaela heard voices shouting. They sounded nervous and different, so she began to suspect that they weren't from there either. She ran towards their voices and saw a silver dragon and a girl. Mikaela gasped. "Um.. hi..." she said. She blushed under her blush. It wasn't really like her to just say, 'Uh.. hi....' but for this situation, it was quite resonable.

"Uhhh..." He said still dazed then reqaned his consinois. Telec got up and and fixed his glasses. His nice soft eyes turned to a harsh and quite bored glare. "My name is Telec Herestcrest. I work at a british book store. And some how I've just turned up here. Well now, will you tell me your name or can I just think of you as ANOTHER moron?" He siad quite elegently and with a heavy british accent. "And hello to you other moron. Could you quit staring at me." He said turning to Mikaela.

Aera was startled by his outwardness. She couldn't tell if he was being unfriendly or just sarcastic. "Well, pleased to meet you then, Telec," She offered him a smile in welcome. "I'm Aera Markman." There really wasn't much to saw about herself besides that. She wasn't a fan of talking alot, anyways. She was being more outgoing than normal.

Richard sat for a moment in his family's living room. Dark brown eyes stared out of his average but pleasant face. It was a night just like anyother. He sat at home while others went out with their friends to have a great time. Twiddling his thumbs, the boy sat on his couch staring out past the frumpy looking drapes that hung by the windows. His mother an dather were out that night and nothing seemed to be out of place. THe dark eyed boy reached up and ran a hand through his average lengthed golden hair. He sighed softly as he decided sitting about with nothing would be just another waste of a good evening.
He stood from the couch and lumbered in to his father's study. In the back was a neat little bookshelf with a colorful range of spines staring back at him. Richard made his way toward the books and stared at each spine in its turn. He stopped a few times, pulling out some books only to return them to their place. This was getting dreadfully boring. WHen he was about to give up another book caught his eye. It was slightly sticking out of the bookshelf and looked as if it wanted to be put back properly.
A warm smile touched the boy's face as he pulled the crimson colored book out. He took a careful look at the worn cover. In faded silver the words read, Rosewood. He shrugged and opened the cover. The first words to greet his eyes stood out against the worn out pages. THe boldness of the letters made him want to read aloud, just to see if they would sound as bold being spoken as they looked against the page. He took a moment to clear his throat and with his warm brotherly voice he spoke,

"Once, in a world not unlike our own, There was a forest. It was grand, the trees growing so high, you would swear the clouds would swallow the tops. All around, the smell of roses draws you in, from which the forest gets it's name. There are creatures of all sorts running about, stopping to look at the strangest one..."

At that moment he stopped. A strange feeling over took him as the world fell away only to be replaced by something else. He gasped and dropped the book which only disappeared once it left his hands. "What on Earth!" he exclaimed at the strange surrounding. "What the heck is going on?!"