Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

I LOVE this story. It's pretty deep, and I can't wait for the next parts!

Twiggy: Thanks(: I'll post some more up in a sec after I find a new thread temp. Woo Stenny! Stan is just so freaking cute! haha.

Paint: Haha. You already the first parts. You have a little wait before you get anything new.

in the middle of the day when the sun is aching and i try to make my way but the sidewalk's breaking
WATCH ME SLIP BETWEEN THE CRACKS
as i fall and fall and fall and i wonder where i'll land if i ever land oh there's your hand, so incredible
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I like that name, its not something you hear every day. As I spoke the words, I saw Greers cheeks flush a pink color and I smiled. Either he blushes at every compliment or there is something there. No matter which it is it is still extremely adorable.  Smiling at him, I looked down at my lap as he mumbled thanks. Nodding my head, I suddenly felt awkward and tried to think of something to say.  Greer must have felt the same way because at the time I went to say something random so did he.  For a few moments, we just looked at each other and then started laughing.  Greers laugh was soft like his voice and had a sweet sound to it that I could listen to all day. We sat together at the park talking for a few hours until our fingers started getting numb.  By the time Greer stood up, I had learned that he was  adopted, he was in fact gay, his parents accepted him, and I was going home with him for dinner.

 

You ready to go? I cant feel my fingers and Im pretty sure Mom has dinner finished or almost finished, he said holding out his hand for me. Greers hand was pink from the cold and he had long fingers, which he put to good use by playing the piano. Taking his hand, I smiled at him and stood up interlocking our fingers together and giving his hand a light squeeze to make sure he was okay with it. That little move earned me another blush from Greer and I smiled as he led the way through the streets to his house.

 

As we walked through town, I noticed that Greer was leading us towards Cedar Bend where all the old houses were located in Splendor Springs.  After a few minutes or walking through the woods on a dirt road, a large house came into view and I looked up at it.  It was certainly a lot larger than my sisters townhouse and I felt slightly embarrassed at the thought of Greer every seeing my house after seeing his.  

 

Mom is a very loving person and she will most likely come up and hug you and Dad will probably just shake your hand. Greer informed me shrugging his shoulders as if it was no big deal.

 

Do you frequently bring home guys to your parents? I asked feeling nervous as we walked past his parents cars.

 

Uhm no actually, I have never brought anybody home because I never get out of the house. Im kinda shy if you havent noticed and it makes it hard for me to make friends and besides, kinds in public school tend to make fun of me. Even though he was smiling, I could hear the pain in his voice as he talked about being picked on. He was short and very feminine so I could understand why he would be picked on by the douches at school.

 

Walking in the door, he let go of my hand so we could take off our shoes and jackets. Adjusting my plaid button up shirt I flipped my hair and fixed my pants trying to make myself look a little more presentable for his parents, although they sounded layed back and cool I still wanted to make a good first impression.  Looking up I saw Greer smiling at me and I smiled back giving him a slightly confused face.

 

What did I do?

 

Nothing, I just dont think its necessary for you to try and make yourself look perfect for my parents. Honestly, I dont think they would care what you looked like. Just me making a friend is enough for them but Im sure they will love you. With a personality like yours you dont really need to worry about how you look, Greer told me and it was my turn to blush.  He held out his hand for me and I looked at him unsure of what his parents would say.  Dont worry, they understand. Nobody is going to yell or hit you in this house, I promise.

 

My father had instilled a fear in me that I have never been able to shake. Before the incident with my father, I never felt ashamed of who I was no matter what the adults and other kids told me.  I always thought that if I was right with myself then I was right with God and nothing else mattered.  I know I had to keep it a secret but that was all right with me and then when Chance and I got together I did not have to hide who I was from everybody.  After Dad tried to beat the demons out of me, I felt ashamed of being gay. I know he was wrong and one day he might realize it but the damage he caused will never be fixable. Ever since that day, I have not felt confident in my skin and I desperately needed to feel that again. Maybe with Greer, I will be able to take pride in myself but unless I take his hand, I will never know.

 

in the middle of the day when the sun is aching and i try to make my way but the sidewalk's breaking
WATCH ME SLIP BETWEEN THE CRACKS
as i fall and fall and fall and i wonder where i'll land if i ever land oh there's your hand, so incredible
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I am from Frenchlyn, sir.

 

Frenchlyn, you say. Isnt that the small town on the Lebanese, Arabian, and Indian immigrant founded years ago? Very close-minded and inbred people live in that town. Nearly all of them are here illegally, Mr. Malachi waited for a reply to his question. I knew he was testing me to see if I would rise to the taunt and defend my town or lay down let him

 

Yes sir, I fall into the Indian part of the immigration rings and no my family did not smuggle their way into Michigan like many of the others. My family dates back to the first Indians in Frenchlyn and we have sense expanded our gene pool if that answers your next question. As soon as I said it, I wished I could take it back. Instead of yelling, Mr. Malachi just started to chuckle and he shook his fork at me giving me a warm smile.

 

I like this one, he told his family and I saw Greer relax and take a bite of his food. Patch, my boy, I do not think of your town in that way. I believe it to be a very well cultured, slightly crowded place and we could learn a lot from the people in it. Please do not think badly of me for what I have said, I simply wanted to know how far I could push you before you snapped back at me. I admire the fact that you have manners but you will also speak your mind when you feel it is necessary. He started eating again and it took me a moment to figure out what had just happened. Greers father confused me but at the same time fascinated me and made me want to talk to him.

 

Thank you, Mr. Malachi. I-

 

Please, call me Jon. I insist,

 

Well, Jon, I was going to say that I have to agree with you on most of what you said.  The people in Frenchlyn are very close-minded and if you are not like them then they make it clear how they feel. Many of them have chosen to inbreed so they can keep the family pure but honestly, I do not see anything pure in marrying your siblings. My family was one of the few that choose to marry outside of Frenchlyn which is why my skin is not quite as dark as most of my culture.

 

Is that why you left? Was your family discriminated against for choosing to marry outside of the family?

 

This question caused me to shift awkwardly in my seat and to look down at my plate for a few minutes.  Next to me, I could sense Greer becoming restless also as he mother asked the dreaded question. Taking a breath, I decided to answer the question since I knew it was bound to come up eventually. Better sooner than later if you ask me.

 

Actually, my parents are still in Frenchlyn. I live with my sister in a townhouse over in Hurst Wood. When I finished my sentence, I looked up to see Mrs. Malachis questioning eyes prompting me to explain further and reluctantly I did. About three years ago, my father caught me and my best friend at the time; Chance, kiss and he went ballistic. After kicking Chance out of the house he turned his anger on me and- for a moment I thought I was going to get choked up and cry as the memories of that night flooded back to me but I swallowed my fear and pain so I could continue telling the Malachi family what they wanted to know.  Even Greer was leaning forwards to listen because I had not exactly given him the full story of what happened with my father.  He just knew he yelled and hit me because I was gay but he did not know everything. And he started to beat me. My father had worked in the fields his whole life so he was not old man softened by age, he was still as strong and cold as ever and that night was no exception. My father punched and slapped and kicked and yelled until he slowly grew tired and bored or beating the demons from my body and then drug me through our house and into the dirty street in front of our house. There he told me that if he ever sees me again and I was still filthy and impure he would finish what he started that night. The next day Adriana came and picked me up gathering my things from the house and brought me here to Splendor Springs where Ive lived ever since, When I was finished with my story I looked up from my plate at the faces around me and they all had the same horrified expression on them, even Mr. Malachi. I-Im sorry, I need to go, I whispered and pushed myself from the table and hurried towards the door where my shoes waited for me.  Before I could get them on, I felt somebody grab my arm and I turned to see Greer standing in front of me. Im sorry I ruined everything, Ill just go and-

 

What do you mean ruin everything? You did not ruin anything Patch. Please, dont leave, stay and finish your dinner then we can drive you home. She didnt mean to put you on the spot she was just asking a question.Greers big chocolate eyes pleaded with me and I could hardly say no to him.  With a sigh, I agreed to come back and finished dinner. Nobody said anything else about Frenchlyn or my past, they just continued on with dinner like nothing had happened and for that, I am grateful.
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