Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Woodfall · ThunderClan Warrior

RE: Separate Ways .:A Warriors RP:. ~Apprentices Tigerclan~

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Bearfur sat obediently to the side as Darkstar had instructed him to the other day. An impassive expression was on his face as he watched all his friends sit there, worried emotions flitting in their eyes. He had gained Darkstar's favor. Now it was their turn. Sending a sympathetic glance Thunderstep's way, he stared at all the warriors who either looked terrified of the large tom that had called them, or admiration was in their eyes for the tom. Either way, Bearfur was unnerved by their attitudes. They must have scared some rogues into joining TigerClan. Interesting, he thought, as he awaited Darkstar's message. In the back of his mind, he frowned at the thought, an unnerving, nagging feeling screaming in the back of his mind. But with a deep breath, he shut it away. They had come this far. There was no stopping them now.

Ivoryclaw · ShadowClan Warrior

Darkwhisker sat just outside the medicne cat's den entrance. She felt tension nag at her chest, making breathing hard for her. Her whiskers twitched in anticipation for what Darkstar was going to say. Icepaw looked up to the dark leader on the Fallen Log with admiration. Icepaw had always respected his leader greatly. It was the power that Darkstar had, the power of strength and brutality that drew Icepaw in, captivated by the sheer wickedness of Darkstar. But Icepaw couldn't help but feel held back at times, he had always wanted to advance further.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Looking at his apprentice with disappointment, Kestreleye merely curled his tail around his paws. He was not too... excited, if you will, about the leader's sudden call. Actually, he was disgusted with the look in Darkstar's eyes. He could see the hunger - see the madness slowly creeping through his veins and tainting his already corrupted heart. Frowning, he stared at his leader, and inwardly shuddered at his expression. How anyone can hold a gaze like that... I am appalled to have to call this tom leader, Kestreleye thought, returning to stare at the large brown tom that sat obediently to the side, away from all cats. He was amused by the tom's impassive gaze. But, being a warrior whose loyalty is sworn, to TigerClan, Kestreleye sighed. "Icepaw. Stay focused."

Ivoryclaw · ShadowClan Warrior

"Yes Kestreleye." Icepaw gave a quick glance at his mentor, then averted his gaze back to his leader. Darkwhisker felt uneasy about everything. How were they going to make it through? And even if they did, the prohpecy was still going to bug them all no matter how hard they would want to shrug it off. Darkwhisker felt lost within her own emotions.

OOC: By the way, Ebbs is out with our brother, they'll be back later.

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Cliffheart, who'd just sent his mentor trotting away glowering, came to the group of cats gathering beneath to hear what Darkstar had to say. He sat next to Nightfang and nudged her assuringly, then nodded as acknowledgement to Thunderstep. He hoped that they had done well, because this might be the big test, and he felt that it was his responsibility to watch out for Nightfang. No doubt she'd be puched to the limit today, so he planned to protect her, no matter what that meant he had to do. His eyes were hard and his pelt was already weathering. He was getting tough. He liked that they were getting tough. All the more to help LionClan when needed.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Darkstar watched as the group managed to assemble itself. His eyes stared harshly at each of the former Lionclan cats. "Well, its been a few sun rises since the outsiders began their training here. They still have much to learn but it has come to test their loyalty and their ability." His green eyes studied each of the cats individually. He saw great promise with Cliffheart, Petaldancer and a few of the others. The one great disappointment in the group was the small tabby she-cat Nightfang. She had spoken up on their first day here, he had expected more from a cat so bold as to do that. Instead he was surprised that the cat's that had kept their mouth shut were doing the best in the training.
After a moment of reflection he called out, "Today we have a tournament. Only the bravest, the strongest, the smartest and most loyal shall pass." Cats mewed to each other in the crowd. They had assumed it was only the Lionclan cats that would be tested today, but Darkstar had a greater plan in mind. "Today we separate in to different groups. Depending on the performance of each group, I will take the best of each group and make them my Sentinels. The Sentinels will become our elite group, the one we shall depend on most for the cleansing of this forest. Those who have preformed well but are not what I require shall become part of the Guardian group. This group will have the honor of protecting the Sentinels in battle. They shall be relied upon for defense. Those who preform adequately shall become our Footmen. This group shall be used as the brunt force, those who go in to battle as mere soldiers. The last group, those who are the most pitiful excuses for cats shall become Servants. The role of the Servant group is similar to that of an apprentice, however you are all expendable. You shall be used and die for the glory of our ideals but you shall not have the honor of my elites. You shall be the lowest amongst us, and if my Sentinels, Guardians or Footmen require anything, anything at all I do not expect them to do it. They need their rest and focus. This pitiful group of servants shall do whatever you wish them to." A wicked grin spread on the tom's face as he stared out at his warriors, "Anything..."

Nightfang shivered, her heart sank in her chest. Normally she would have brushed against Bearfur for comfort. However Cliffheart was beside her. Despite that she leaned in to the chocolate tom's side for support, trembling at the thoughts of what lay ahead. She was definitely going to become the lowest of the low in this competition.

Darkstar's voice rose out again, "We shall divide in to two group, everyone must prove themselves. The only cats that exempt from this test shall be the medicine cats and the queens. They are not required for battle." He turned his eyes to where Jumpingfox and Darkwhisker sat. The ginger medicine cat nodded his approval at not having to compete.
Darkstar turned his eyes back to the group, "The first group shall consist of Sharpfang, Bearfur, Shadestreak, Petaldancer, Normady, Kirby, and Sandtalon. The second group shall consist of Beeflight, Kestreleye, Antnose, Wolfheart, Fawntail, Fluffy, and Iggy. The third group shall consist of Applepelt, Rumblestripe, Owlclaw, Wintersong, Stormfoot, Harry, and Paula. The fourth group shall consist of Cliffheart, Sunheart, Nightfang, Yelloweye, Thunderstep, Ottertail and Whitewhisker. Lastly the fifth group shall consist of Tigerpaw, Kinkpaw, Pinepaw, Pepperpaw, Blackpaw, Gingerpaw and Icepaw." After finally having given out all the names Darkstar fell silent to catch his breath. The cat's of his clan exchanged glances with each other, mixed emotions on their faces.
When he had caught his breath he called out, "Now, I want you each to gather with your teammates. You shall need their help to pass, however do not forget, you must defeat them as well. Only the best shall survive." A wicked grin spread on his face.

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Cliffheart almost retched when he heard he was with that sick, twisted excuse for a cat, Whitewhisker. He looked over and saw the white tom, looking as proud and self-absorbed as ever. The tom narrowed his eyes at Whitewhisker. "Die, fiend," he whispered under his breath. Then, he felt the nervousness coming from Nightfang. He turned his attention to the small tabby at his side. He swiped his tongue over her ear a few times. "You'll be fine. I promise you," he whispered in her ear.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Nnightfang nodded softly, grateful to at least have him on her team. She sent a sideways glance at Bearfur, knowing the reason he had been put with those cats. Bearfur had gained Darkstar's favor so the leader put him with cats he figured would help him become a Sentinel. A frown touched her face, she wanted to be on his team, the team with her life long friend. With a sigh she turned back to Cliffheart with grateful eyes, "Thank you." Everyone in her team began to assemble around her and Cliffheart. Whitewhisker sauntered over, licking his lips in a devious way.
"Glad you to see my favorite apprentice is on my team. Perhaps I can teach you a few things before you end up dying from exhaustion during the trials," the wicked tom laughed in a twisted way.
Nightfang bristled at him, "Come near me and I'll kill you myself."
Whitewhisker stood taller, his eyes malicious and drunk. He grinned widely to himself as his perverted need for her hate was sated for the moment.

OOC: I just seem to be making Whitewhisker creepier and creepier O.o He needs to be killed off soon XD Just kidding! X3

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

Gingerpaw padded over to join the other apprentice's. She had a hard time dealing with the fact she was to fight all of them to prove herself. But she'd have to wouldn't she? She needed to prove herself. But for what? More mutilation? More fighting? She felt her pelt shiver. "What's the matter Gingy? Scared I'm going to go to far and kill you?" Her eyes turned cold as they fell upon Tigerpaw.
"Like you'd be able too!" She spat. Her and Tigerpaw had never got along. He was always a complete jerk, desperate to prove himself to Darkstar and the rest of the clan. Her claws flexed. She'd be able to take him out no problem. In fact, she looked forward to it. But what of the others? She hated having to fight them. Hated having to hurt them. Because that's what it would come to wouldn't it? Cats would probably die today. Would she be able to do it? Would she be able to fight her den mates to the death just to earn favor?