Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

ooc; definitely! i'm sorry for the lack of depth in bearfur. ^^ i'm hoping to further develop him in this rp. i was hoping to write a one-shot with him but i need to figure him out now.. but i can't wait to get started!! i missed rp-ing with you and rusty!

OOC: REEEEESTAAAA~ ;^; I missed you. I hope this roleplay will be most awesome! My roleplaying skills have improved some... a bit... not really. XDD

OOC: Alrighty folks! Got everything set up. If its only the four of us I might make my character a girl... Yeah lets do that ^^ Anyway, here we go! Oh by the way its New-leaf :D

Nightfang opened her eyes groggily as a the sun filtered in to the hollow of Lionclan. Her dark tabby fur twitched softly as a cool breeze of morning air whisked by her. Most of the warriors den was empty, the morning patrol had already been sent out. With a yawn and luxurious stretch, Nightfang padded out of the warrior's den and breathed in deeply the scent of the morning. She turned her dark amber eyes to the high ledge. Long ago the legend of a cat called Firestar had made that his home. She didn't believe in that cat however. He was merely a myth of older and chivalrous days long gone. Hornetstar, however, was real as he sat looking down upon his clan with satisfied eyes. Yet Nightfang knew there was hidden worry behind the tom's eyes. Tigerclan was ever looming on the edge of everyone's mind. It was hard to want to fight the other clan since only just one generation ago they had been all one clan.
Featherheart, the current and aging medicine cat, had received a vision from Starclan, or at least she said she did. Now the clan was divided and tensions were growing. Still, Nightfang knew nothing other than Lionclan. She shared no loyalty to Tigerclan and she knew that they felt the same way. By now the rest of the clan was beginning to mill around and start their duties.

Darkwhisker had stayed up from the early hours, feeling the warm rays of the sun only momentarily when she stepped out from the medicine cat's den to get a breath of fresh air. She padded back into the den and began to sort within her mind, peering into the momentous pools of her subconcious to begin memorizing the herbs, just like the day before, and the day before that. Darkwhisker had always been on her toes when she became medicine cat. Her old mentor, Featherheart had trained her well, though Darkwhisker had still more to learn. "Mairygold, yarrow, cobwebs, poppy seeds..." She recited each morning. As a medicine cat, it was her whole life description to serve the clan, and also to be completely devoted to help everyone in it, any way she could. When Darkwhisker finished her memory game, she waited paciently and began to go into contemplation. 'I am a good medicine cat, aren't I not?' She told herself, as she did always. As humble as she was to be, Darkwhisker would sometime begin to pride herself in her work. But when she were to watch as the warriors and apprentices to about their ways, she felt hushed from her proudness. Darkwhisker looked out to he entrance of the den, seeing the shapes of cats flitter by the enterance. Everyone had to serve and protect the clan, it had been that way since the clans were first formed. Darkwhisker looked down to the small pools of water that filtered their way on the floor of the den, and stared at her eyes in the reflection, for the pools were very small. They glinted in the darkness, the only light being the way out of the den.