Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Souki · Rogue

RE: a spin off of persephone, the greek myth. [ two spots and STARTED ~ ]

Darkflight · Loner

Common stared at Yoichi for a second, raised his eyebrow, a familiar quirk of his, and pulled his jacket tighter to his body.
"Well," he started, "If there are ways, then why don't you tell me?" He got no response, and the blonde-haired boy turned towards Julia with a bit of familiarity in his eyes.
He said, "You look familiar. Julia? We share third, I think. How are you?"

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"We do, in fact. I'm quite well, thank you. How are you? Not too chilly, I hope?" She smiled lightly, plopping her backpack on the floor - to which it landed with a quite-audible thump. "How was your Halloween's? I'm quite sure you two got a lot of sweets. Enough to last you a year, I hope?" She smirked, and gazed at the two.

Souki · Rogue

Yoichi gave no sign of his opinions at the moment and instead laughed softly at Common, shaking his head slightly so that his ebony strands slapped lightly against his face. He turned slightly, not quite, but nearly turning his back on the other boy.

"I'm fine," Yoichi replied to Julia, turning his attention to the redhead. "Oh, it brought in quite the haul," he said airily. "However, there are more enjoyable things to eat. Anyway, I trust you've been doing quite well in your games as well as life?" His gaze was on Julia and he seemed to have forgotten--or chosen to forget--that Common was there.

Duskstar · ThunderClan Leader

"Haha, you know me too well. Of course I have~" She pulled her snack from her jacket pocket: a banana. She peeled and ate it, in between speaking to her friends of course. "How's the musical life going, Yoichi?"

Darkflight · Loner

Blue eyes turned frigid, the light glancing off of the irises to create a piercing layer of ice. Common seemed almost feral as he stared at Yoichi and Julia conversing. He slowly approached Yoichi and put a hand on his back.
He muttered, "Good luck."

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

German. Over with. English. Wow, that went by slow. Next... Math -- or whatever it's called. Then History. Joy, thought Malia, kicking her locker so whatever jammed it fell to the bottom of the locker. Opening it, she let all her binder fall out of her locker, and non-chalantly put them all back -- orderly this time, since the headmaster would be checking her locker tomorrow -- neat, neat, neat is what the headmaster wanted, and what he wanted, he would get. Putting her items from the previous two blocks, she blasted her iPod (her choice of music of course ranging from Panic! At The Disco, to Forever The Sickest Kids, to The Academy Is..., to Mayday Parade) as she grabbed her binders and text books for the next two blocks.
Malia paced herself -- she was being slow on purpose. Everyone knew not to mess with her. Of course, she was on the hockey team (guys -- the girls team kicked her off because of, "unnecessary roughness".), so people were afraid of her, just for that. But also because she was known to get very, very emotional. Stomping into the math class, it seemed to pass by so slowly, but her teacher was so calm -- she let them listen to their music as they worked, since all they did was take notes, pretty much. And work. Lots of work. Pass in work. Check. Show teach notes. Check. Take notes. Check. Classwork... Half Check. Homework? Not check, she thought, a grimace clear on her face. Sleep had escaped her the past few nights, and getting up before twelve was not her thing, unless it was for hockey. Then she was all right with it. But Coach said, "School comes first."

Sparrowpaw · WindClan Apprentice

Nearra ducked out of her classroom, keeping her head low as she melted into the passing crowd of students trying to get to their next class. Her first two classes, English and art, had gone okay. But, like always, Nearra was bored with school. She hated being inside for so long - it made it hard to breathe easily. She paused at her locker to grab fourth period's books and dug in the lunch bag for a banana and water bottle. Stepping back and closing it softly, Nearra glanced down the hallway hearing the bang of someone kicking their locker. She hugged the books close to her chest and gently held the banana in one hand.

Tutelasoul · ThunderClan Warrior

ooc; can I add something to Carsten's "other?"
he is a choir nerd :D

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Carsten stepped out of his second period Algebra 2 class, breathing in the fresh air gratefully. He glanced around, sort of looking for his friends, but not particularly caring whether or not he found them. He decided to procrastinate on going to his locker before third period...he enjoyed the light-ness of his backpack when it didn't have fourth period's heavy English textbook in it.
Carsten found a small cement bench in the shade and flopped down on it, pulling out his AP German textbook. Flipping through it, he chuckled at the weirdness as he blew his long blonde bangs out of his eyes. Figures, that Americans wrote the German book. The way they described the German culture was way different than how he remembered it being.

ooc; That was a fun post. xD

Sparrowpaw · WindClan Apprentice

Nearra shuffled out the doors and took a deep breath, looking for a place to sit. She spotted a familiar face on a bench and wondered briefly if she could join Carsten. She didn't really talk to him, seeing that he was two years older than her. Plus she liked keeping to herself. But, right now, she was in the mood to have someone else's company even if they didn't know each other very well. She took a couple of steps towards him, taking a deep breath for her own sanity and stopped in front of the bench. "Is this seat taken?" Nearra asked split second before she noticed he had his textbook with him. Oops. Too late now, she thought a blush creeping to her cheeks.