Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

ooc)) Everything's too perfect ;DD Lemme bring in a Shade to shake everyone's nerves, if you don't mind.

George walked down the street by himself. He kind of made himself the loner of the group. Wandered around town for fun, talking to thieves if he saw them. It was fun. George was respected through out town, and had a lot of connections.

Walking down a run down part of town, he spotted one of the higher-up thieves and smiled a greeting. The thief touched two fingers to the left of his chest and nodded, the symbol of respect gave only to George. It made him feel respected, but also uncomfortable. It had once been a joke by a younger thief, but turned into a symbol of respect over time.

He went father down the street, noting one or two people wandering, but other than that, it was empty. One of the people turned abruptly and started following him, obviously thinking George was oblivious to it. Another appeared fromt he shadows, and that was when George was sure he was in trouble. He grabbed his run-down track phone in his pocket, sending a pre-made text to his friends.

George: Shades near where we just were, come quick.

He sent a real text following, with the street name. By the time it took him to do that, the Shades were almost right behind him. He could get the advantage, or let them grab him then show them what he could do. Just as he figured out what he should do, a man came into veiw, wrestling a woman. He looked hike he was trying to keep her from screaming or running away. He was doing a good job at it.

George took his hand out of his pocket, summoning fire quickly. It danced on his hand, excited. What do you want us to do? It seemed to ask. He threw it carefully at the Shade silencing her, and he backed up in fear. "Run!" George yelled at the woman, summoning another ball and throwing it straight at the man's face this time. It apperantly found purchase, because he clawed at his face with a silent scream.

ooc)) I'll leave it at that for now, because I don't know what the Shades' powers are ;DD

Shia smiled. "Well, Ash, I have this thing, Bolt and I," He bowed like a little french man and put his hand out. "Well, Bolt, do zu haf zomezing to zay.. anyzing?" He asked the little retriever. Bolt barked and wagged his tail. Shia laughed. "Oh, he zayz he lovez me." The french accent was a bit weird; Shia never really cared for it. He smiled, but suddenly felt a dark feeling. A Shade. His smiled quickly left his face.
"Ash, Lucia, take Bolt and run. Run as far as you can get. Take shelter somewhere inside. Don't leave." he left them there and began to run as fast as he could the other direction; to where the shade was. He saw George Cooper already attacking the shade a bit. "George!" he yelled. Nodding, he motioned that he would try and help fight off the single shade. He summoned a medium sized vine; it was large enought to wrap around the shade twice. Shia kept it there, then summoned a mini earthquake around the dark figure. Some people staggered by the sudden movement in the ground, but he, however, didn't feel a thing. After all, Shia was the one who summoned it.
"WE NEED HELP!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Hopefully, someone would come, a prasentia. Not a normal person. He summoned another vine; it was smaller. His powers were decreasing.. he was using too much energy....

George winced as the cold wrapped around him. they would loose. They were sure to loose, there was nothing good about this. They'd have to ship their broken bodies off to some nameless graveyard and not even have funerals.

He shook it off, reaching inside him for that yellow-hot ball of fire. He imagined it spreading it's warmth throughout his body, so that all of him was burning. He was filled with hope, and the dispair left him. Flinging another ball of fire, he threw one at the ground, shaping it to be tall and between the Shades and the Praesentia. Keeping his concentration, he glanced around. Where was the woman? Had she run like he'd told her to, or was she hiding in a nearby building?

"Come on, Ash! We need you here!" he yelled in frustration, curving the fire away from his friends.

George threw another ball of fire, spotting Lucia. She had a great hold, until the man shoved her. He felt like he had just set his stomache on fire by accident. Was she okay? He walked straight through the fire, clearing a spot where she had fallen. "Come on," He said softly, reaching down for her hands. He pulled her up with no trouble on her part, but lost his concentration, so the fire went down to dancing on the wet ground. One of the men had left, but the two there were still great fighters to have survived this long. All of the Shades were. New anger rushed through him. They could have hurt Lucia, and the woman the man on the left had been holding was nowhere to be seen. The fire flared up again, holding them off once more.