Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

"Shininglake you don't really have to go. Wolf that howls at moon already has sturdy paws and-" Silver stopped mid-sentence as Shininglake gave him a look that always makes him stop. "Silver," she started "Silver trout that jumps down waterfall. I will always remember you and so will Wolf. She will now be called Wolfkit. And she must continue the stories of the time of Firestar, the time the clans were four and the lands were peaceful." Silver looked up at her. "Shininglake I will never forget you and nor will I forget our beutiful daughter. Good bye." "Good bye." Shininglake repeated and headed down the mountain trail with Wolfkit in her mouth.

A dark tabby lunged at Shininglake swiping Wolfkit from her mouth. Pinning her down on the ground he gave her a swift blow to the neck. He walked over to the mewling kit and was about to kill her as well until 5 stary cats lunged out at him. He bristled at them and ran off into the darkness. A flaming ginger tom walked up to her but then a pale ginger she-cat stopped him. She grabbed Wolfkit by the scruff of the neck and ran across a path made by stars. She put Wolfkit down by another kit who had just been given birth to who was suckling another she-cat. "Tell the tales of Firestar. Keep the stories alive." The pale ginger she-cat said to her and left.

Wolfheart awoke with a start. What a dream. She thought. She shook herself and went out to greet the others.

As to answer the she-cat's question the answer, "My name is Petaldancer." had played on her lips, but a unfamiliar scent waffed into her nose. She swiftly turned her eyes towards Fawntail's side and saw another Tigerclan warrior. Where are all these cat's coming from?, she thought. Meeting the new cat's eyes, the stare she got was not friendly but not hostile, either. The feeling was mutual, meeting new cats was bad enough, but other clans was worse.  Petaldancer raised her eyebrow up at the cat and replied confidently, "My name is Petaldancer. What is yours?"

Sending an annoyed look that bordered miffed towards Fawntail, Kestreleye sighed in defeat. "Kestreleye," he grunted, returning to his usual calm face and monotone voice. He didn't care much for meetig others - more or less learning and speaking. However, Fawntail had managed to convince the normally silent warrior to adventure the land he had already memorized like the back of his eye lids. Looking at the she-cat before him with a calculating look, he decided that, despite her unusually formal and calm exterior, she was a LionClan warrior, and should be treated as such, unless Thunderstep explained himself. Sending a questioning glance his friend's way, he demanded answers. Kestreleye was sure that there was some ridiculous answer to the scenario, probably having to do with the harsh way TigerClan had treated him. Mentally flincging, Kestreleye cursed himself for not aiding his friend. Now turning his attention to the tom in front of him, he restrained himself from rolling his eyes. "Kestreleye, warrior of TigerClan," he replied, an annoyed strain in his voice. How oblivious were these cats? They were obviously of no threat to them.

Kestreleye stared at the tom, as if seeing right though his facade. Turning his attention to the cats around, he counted. Shrugging easily. "You make it sound as if I have no life and I have dangerous intentions." Turning once again to the brown tom, he felt himself restrainingfrom showing his annoyance. "For that matter, Thunderstep is a good friend of Fawntail and I. I assure you that, one, I have no intentions of fighting in this position and two, this is purely coincidental." Taking a step forward, he sighed, calculating the actions of the tom that sat before him. He was rather annoying, and Kestreleye had a slim amount of patience for such cats. Tail flicking to wrap around his paws as he sat, he continued to stare at the tom.