Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Shadowpelt nodded towards the others. He had listened, well, eavesdropped on Riverheart and Shade's conversation, and Shadowpelt had always been jealous of his brother. Especially in the realm of being smarter. Shadowpelt was all about fighting and taking what's his and doing whats right. While his brother thought things through and made all the right choices. Shadewing had no idea how jealous he was of him. Shadowpelt shrugged. "Whatever his dream means, I guess it's more important than saving our clan since it came from StarClan." He realized how horrible it sounded. "Well, I'm gonna go to bed." He said awkwardly and realized there really wasn't much room to 'go' to bed.

She was the last to fall asleep, as always. Florestadream laid herself down and put her head on her paws. And, for once, she fell asleep -- almost as soon as her eyes closed. But it seemed that she awoke again once in her dreams, with a starry cat before her. His dark pelt and amber eyes bore into her. He laid on the ground, in perfect condition. They stood that way for quiet a while. She didn't know what to do. So when his mouth opened, she sat.
..."Hello, Florestadream," he purred quietly, a fox-like smile on his face. Her eyes narrowed. Since she didn't want to reply, she took in the surroundings. A forest. Simple enough. However, it was so very... dark and closing.
When he didn't continue, she replied cautiously, "How do you know my name?"
..."Ah, my dear, I know everything about you, of course," he chuckled, that smile still on his face.
..."Who are you?" she snapped, trying to stand as tall as possible. But as he leisurely walked over to her, he stood an inch or two taller than her.
..."You are as tall as I imagined," he thought aloud, analyzing the she-cat. "And you do have your mother's pelt, if I am correct. Not her eyes, though. Something must have gotten mixed up there. You don't have one ounce --"
...Taking a step back, Florestadream stuttered, "W-what do you mean, I have my mother's pelt?! Of course I do! So do my brothers, Shadewing and Shadowpelt!"
..."Hm... I seemed to have said too much...," he thought aloud again, staring at her with those puzzling amber eyes. "All you need to know, my dear, if that your brother's dream is a lie. It isn't true. Not one ounce of it. That cat -- his name was ________ -- is a liar. He was insane... I can't believe StarClan entrusted him with giving you the quest."
..."________?" she asked, eyes confused.
..."Yes, ________," he hissed, frowning.
...She glanced at his starry pelt and said, "You are from StarClan, are you not?"
...He paused for a second, but regained his composure and put an honest smile on his face that was not real. "Of course I am."
..."Not the Dark Forest?" she asked, looking at their surroundings again.
..."No, no, no. This is merely the area I was killed. I chose to speak to you here, Resta dear," he purred.
..."Then would you mind telling me your name?" she asked carefully? Frighteningly, she was starting to trust this cat. It bothered her even more than when her brothers fought.
..."It begins with an Ah. Ends with an Oh. That's all you need to know, Florestadream," he replied tauntingly.
..."Tell. Me. Your. Name," she snapped, getting ready to lunge for him. His eyes flashed approvingly as he saw her stance. It was obviously not like a normal warrior's, it was like his. But she didn't know that.
..."That is all I can tell you. But remember. Do not believe your brother's dream," he purred, disappearing into a fine mist. Her eyes narrowed as everything around her faded away.
...Begins with an Ah and ends with an Oh. That's helpful, she thought as she awoke from her dreams. She trusted that dark-pelted cat, but didn't feel the need to share her dream with any of the others. Plus, she wasn't sure if it was her overactive imagination or true. Though something in her heart told her it was absolutely true. Florestadream hated keeping things from her brothers, but they couldn't know this. It would kill Shadewing's confidence and confuse Shadowpelt to no end. Actually, it confused her as well. And to top it all off, she couldn't remember the name that the dark-pelted cat told her. All she remembered was that it was the name of the cat in Shadewing's dream.

ooc;; hope that's okay. ^^'

ooc: thanks for keeping it alive!
ic: As Scorchpaw fell asleep, she drifted into a stream of flashing images, a fire, a thunderstorm, and Lilyflower. Lilyflower looked troubled. But she seemed to calm down at the sight of another cat. Whatever they said, Scorchpaw couldn't hear. Then it faded away and Scorchpaw was thrown into a world of pitch black darkness, falling, falling, falling...

OOC; I may just end up closing this one as well. I think the problem is that the first one had a novelty to it. Since it was humans coming to this world it was much more fun. Ive got an idea however. I might open another Stories Come Alive but have it set to the first story ^^ It would start on the day that Rusty was to join Thunderclan ;D How does that sound?