Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Slowly, Seth picked up Micayla and cradled her in his arms. He left the surprised and shocked man and started weeping, his tears falling down onto Micayla's face. She opened her eyes, wincing at the pain.
"I... I love you, Seth," She whispered, her voice clear. "You were the best thing that EVER happened to me. I... I love you more than my life. You're part of me."
Seth started crying even harder. "I guess part of me is gone, now." He muttered. "You should've worn your helmet. Micayla, I'm right. You know it. Why didn't you?"
Micayla smiled. "Fate is more powerful than anything," she whispered. Slowly, her breath faded. She closed her eyes.
"NO!" Seth screamed. "Don't leave me! Please!" Micayla smiled. "I love you. Don't forget me." She smiled, closed her eyes, and took her last breath.

The ambulance roared, and soon stopped right in front of Seth. "Bring us the girl," a man said. He had kind, gentle eyes that looked upon Seth in sorrow. "We'll do everything we can."
Seth looked at him, straight in the eye. "Bring her back from the dead?" He asked, tears running down his cheeks. "It's no use. She's gone. You were too late. Ambulances are always late. They're never on time. And it's pointless. Yeah, they drive fast. So what? What's the point if they're too late, and the person they're trying to save DIES before they get there?" Tears flowed down, and he wasn't embarrassed or scared. All he wanted was Micayla back.

ooc: O_O.......erm...wow, your character is depressed. XD Nice to see ya joined!

Calisto went out to her front yard that morning, her walking stick guiding her. She was blind and at the age of 16. As she walked out, prodding hte grass with her stick, she wandered over to the edge of her yard, lost in thought about how she was going to help her freind and neighbor, Calico get through the day.


Calico walked out into his front yard, and unlike calisto, he was neither blind nor kind or considerate. He smirked, seeing her staring across her yard into the street. Maybe today he wouldn't shirk her off like he always did. He might let he visit a while this time. But ut would be the first and only, maybe even the last time he was kind to someone. Suddenly, his neighbor, old man wilson, dragged him by the ear over to his house. "I need to talk to you boy! You stole a priceless japanese fasmily heirloom!" he sppat. He sat Calico in a chair and started the interogation.

Calisto sat on the grass in her front yard, ignoring the light steps of another person as she was tired. Suddenly, she heard a gunshot go off in the house next to Calico's. She ran to the sound, afraid of what she would find.

Clico raced out of the old man's house gripping a gun tightly and with much fear. He had been about to call the police and Calico had paniced, shooting him in the chest. He gripped Calisto by the shouldiers as she came up to him. "Please don't tell okay?!" he asked her, gripping her hand as he speed into the alleyway. He left her there by herself as sirens rang through out the street.

Calisto heard someone walking across the front lawn, and powerfull hands gripping her shouldiers. "Where did the boy go?" asked a gruff voice. "I-I don't know..." Calisto stammered. Another police officer came. "Sir, this resident is blind." he explained.

Calico saw Calisto geting interogated by the cops and bolted back in front of her, pushing her gently aside as morepolice surrounded him with their firearms poited to his chest. "You can't shoot." Calico tauted them. "You wouldn't want a kid-" but he never finished the sentence. The police shot over 200 bullets to his body and he fell with a thud to the ground.