Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Ivoryclaw rolled his eyes at what Florestadream had said. It seemed his fate to always be fighting with her. Like earth and wind, fire and water. THe two could never seem to be around one another. To opposite magnets and yet they seemed to brush in to eachother more than often. Perhaps it was that old saying, opposites attract. Yet at this rate the two were going to drive eachother mad. Ivoryclaw couldnt stand to be stuck in camp any longer, he needed to get away. He trotted at a limping pace. His back leg still throbbed from the deep wound the Nightclan tom had bit in to his leg. His pale fur stood out against the darkness, he almost hated that feeling. He didnt seem to belong anywhere. Not in the waking world with his clan, nor the dark world at night where his pelt was as white as the new fallen snow, making him look like a ghost trapped on Earth. Like a condemmed Starclan warrior, doomed to wander the world on his own until the end of time. He truely hated that feeling, arguing with Florestadream didnt help at all either.

With narrowed eyes, Florestadream stared as Ivoryclaw's white pelt disappeared into the forest. "It will do you no good until the world freezes over. Then you'll see," she whispered, standing. Her back arched as she stretched, and said, "I will go with the next patrol. I should. I am in capable shape. So are a lot of cats. But they need their rest... My brother and Talonclaw are asleep. I could do the patrol perfectly fine alone." She sniffed and stood with her back straight. It would not be hard; a quick sprint around the territory's boundries to NightClan, and then she would be back here, asleep in her den. With a stiff mreow of thought, she went to talk to Whitestar before she left the clan.
"Whitestar," was all she said, as she sat herself down in his den.
Looking up with tired eyes, no light shone in the den, so all he saw was her eyes. He immediately stood and flinched backwards. Then he recognized the voice and calmed himself. "I didn't see you... What is it, Florestadream."
"It seems that in this case, the darkness is my ally. While yours and Ivy's... Your would be a frozen land. Now listen, Whitestar." Florestadream shifted slightly and one ray of light shone on her fur, giving it a reddish tint. Her head was slightly bowed down, and she stared at him with solemn eyes. "Makes amends with yourself. You are not a bad leader. You are an amazing leader. Think of it that way. I see your hesitation. I see your reluctance, your regret, your fears, your decisions that are coming. I see your everything. Think of that as bad. If I can see what you are about to do or feel, so can Ivoryclaw. And so can the other clans. Think of it that if you continue like this, they will see through you, and see who you really are. I know you like a brother, Whitestar. So chin up, back straight. Get a back-bone. Run with grace." And with that, the black feline stalked out of Whitestar's den, leaving the leader awe-struck, but thinking.
The moon was high in the sky. She decided to head out. She knew the patrol was already out there, so she would catch up quietly. She needed a breather from this stuff, anyways.

-- Edited by Florestapaw on Wednesday 9th of December 2009 01:39:30 PM

The white warrior stalked by the lake and peered in to see his emotionless face staring back at him. He frowned deeply but it didnt help show anymore emotion at all. He stared down at his face for a long time. Thoughts ran through his head faster than he wanted them to. He curled his tick white tail around his paws and sighed heavily. What was the point continuing on like this? He was strong and "brave". He could fend off more enemies than any cat could dream. He fought with the wrath of the Dark Forest but had a good soul like Starclan. Where did he really belong? He chuckled slightly and thought of Florestadream. He had never thought of being envious of her but yet he was. At least of her pelt. She fit in with the darkness around them. Was it Starclan's doing that he was born with such a pelt that could torrment his mind?
Surely a pelt meant nothing more than just how hard it was to catch prey in leaf bare and yet he felt so out of place with it. Whitestar had been his role model for a long time but with the loss of Ivoryclaw's emotions he saw through his leader. Now he merely had a loyalty and small respect for the other white tom. Ivoryclaw looked up to the stars for a moment, "White pelt eh?" It had never made much sense to Ivoryclaw at how he was born with a white pelt when neither Amberwing or Brownstripe were white. As far as he knew not even their parents had white pelts... Ivoryclaw knitted his brows dangerously as thoughts of Whitestar passed in his head. "He couldnt be..." Ivoryclaw seethed to himself, "He is my leader... he wouldnt dare..." Ivoryclaw bristled dangerously and glared down at the lake water. He struck our and hit the surface of the water. "Ill kill him if its true," the white warrior spat.

OOC; I think its hilarious myself XD These two are funny!! XD

Ivoryclaw felt a small vibration through the ground for a moment before it disappeared. Yet he did not care who it was so he did not persue whoever it was. Instead he glared at the surface of the water for a little bit longer and stood. He moved away as steady and as silent as the night itself. His thick muscles rippled under his bone colored pelt so that the moon light refracted off of it. His amber eyes were deathly cold with intent. He stalked the territory alone for a long time trying to cool himself off but it was of no use. Whitestar crowded with thoughts like poison. What if Ivoryclaw truely wasnt the son of Brownstripe of Mountainclaw? He looked like neither of them that much was true... The resemblance between himself and Whitestar was obvious though... Yet no one would suspect that their honorable leader would do such a thing. Ivoryclaw however wouldnt put it past him. With a grim expression he stalked back in to the sleeping camp and sat in the middle. His thick body did not move and his amber eyes concentrated on the den of his leader. He debated if now as as good a time as any to confront him yet somthing held him back. Approaching Whitestar about his concerns would only make things hurt worse... Was it worth it?