Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

RE: f u l l moon - a werewolf roleplay. - Open! 3spots open! - Started! -

Songpaw · RiverClan Apprentice

ooc;; if my form valid and all, then heres my rp!!

Rp;; Christy (christina) fell out of bed and on to the floor. Her head went straight up in alarm, and she scrambled up on her knees, shoving some books under her bed, and pushing a few more to the side. Then she ran into the other room, realizing that she had left her shoes in her room. She darted back, and reached under her bed. Christy dug around until she felt her dust covered shoes. She dusted them off, and then staggered a bit while trying to get them on. Finally, she leaped up and raced out the door, shoving her keys in her pocket as she entered the 'lobby' of the appartments. The door flew open as she ran outside, feeling the strong breeze blow her, she realized irritably that she had left her hoodie on her bed. She hit her hand against her head, but kept walking anyways.

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

f u l l moon - a werewolf roleplay. - Open! 2spots open; need males. - Started! -

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Reggie just stood there awkwardly and began brushing tiny drops of ice from his hair. He agreed that Thomas's apartment have even less flair than his own, but his was still a bit smaller. Reggie gave himself permission to sit on the couch next to Katie. The thought of that Mr. Stealthy And Scary was still bothering him, and to the onlooker he just seemed deep in troubled thought, which he was. The lycan stretched a little before letting out a deep breath and relaxing. He always felt awkward in the alpha's apartment, but he was extremely glad for the company of his packmates.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

Thomas said nothing about their comments on his apartment. They laughed at it every time they walked in to his place, however, this made it easy not to get to attached to his home. With nothing personal here, why would he stay? He could just as easily pick and move some where else. AS the group made themselves comfortable, Thomas paced to his kitchen, opening up the fridge once there. Everything inside was nicely organized, though sparse in contents. He had half a gallon of milk, a small mayonnaise jay, some mustard in a small squirt bottle, a bit of deli sliced ham and chicken in their packaging, a few cans of soda and a pot of leftovers. He reached for a soda and called to his pack, "Make yourselves at home. Sodas in here, if anyone wants hot chocolate or coffee let me know, I'll pull out the coffee maker or the coca machine." With that done he turned back to his small group. He lifted a group at them and asked, "Has anyone seen Michelle?" At the blank looks on their faces he growled lowly. "Guess this means that she won't be here for a while. Well," he turned to Katie, "Go ahead and tell them what happened."

Goldheart · ThunderClan Warrior

"Okay, so. I was just walking, after Thomas stormed off, and I turned down an alley. Then this guy appeared out of nowhere. He was in a suit, very official looking, and young. He said his name was Dean Matthews. He knew me, and when I say knew, I mean he knew me. My name, my birthday, what I am, my past. He knew it all." Once again, she left the whole part out about her sister. Quite frankly, she left it out of her mind as well. She wasn't about to tell anyone about that, and she really didn't want to remember it herself. "I think he has something to do with what we talked about this morning. But I can't figure out why now. Like I said, he's young. A little too young to be a government official, but maybe he's a rookie. I don't know." She looked at the others, waiting to see what they had to say about it all.

Jaggedpine · ThunderClan Deputy

Reggie felt beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. So he wasn't the only one in danger. Lovely. He was partly glad that he didn't have to go through this alone, but he was also scared beyond belief that there were people around who stalk him and his packmates. He shot a worried glance toward Rachael, recalling her saying something similar that had happened to her. The young man didn't say anything, but he would if he needed to. He forced himself not to shake. Were the people watching them at this very minute? Was he safe anywhere?

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Eyes narrowing, Rachael's arms folded across her chest. So she and Reggie weren't the only ones being stalked. Forcing down the bile and suppressing the on-coming panic attack, she caught eye contact with Reggie, hands shaking. Looking back towards Katie, she swallowed. "U-us, too. Except his name was Seamus O'Gallaghan. And now that I think about it... He seemed young. Too young." Frowning, she swallowed deeply before nodding no slowly. Brow furrowing, she spoke up once more. "I have doubts about them being rookies. It doesn't seem right for the government to come and attack us in plain sight when they're trying to keep us hidden..." Closing her arms even tighter, she bit her lip in thought, shifting her weight from foot to foot. Honestly, I have no idea what we're going to do... but what about Thomas? Looking up to him, this was one of the moments she knew she wasn't meant to be anything but a lycian.

Ebonycloud · WindClan Deputy

As the group talked amongst themselves, Thomas went about the business of taking out the coca machine, filling it with enough milk for four people and put in some coca mix. He turned it on by the time that Katie was finishing. A small ding sound was made after Rachael finished talking. Thomas had not turned to his pack, instead he contented himself on doing his business. The man turned to his cupboards and pulled out four mugs of varying color. He poured in to each one enough to warm each of his pack up. Turning from his small kitchen he handed the cups to the pack. All eyes were on him now, expecting him to do his job as an alpha.
Gently, he took a sip of the hot liquid and pulled the cup away. He started at his coffee table know that his pack mates drew irritated at his silence. After another moment he looked to them and said, "I spoke to Katie about this... it might be impractical, but we might need to leave New York. Whoever it is that is tracking us knows where we live... However, if they are tracking us, then what is the point in leaving? They might know where we've gone." The man began to pace back and forth in front of them, "We haven't heard from Michelle, and I haven't been visited by these... People. That doesn't mean that they won't visit me soon though. I don't know who they are or even how to find that out." The man lifted his dark eyes to his pack, "We can try to contact the other packs, see if what's going on is happening to them too. We also might want to try talking to the government agents that are supposed to keep us a secret. I..." he fell silent for a moment then reluctantly spoke, "Want to hear your suggestions."

Florestadream · RiverClan Warrior

Raising an amused eye brow, she sipped her drink carefully. Licking her upper lip free of the froth that had settled there - though we would have enjoyed tramping around with a food-mustache speaking in a British accent - she swallowed. Holding the cup with one hand, she placed her other hand over her heart in mock surprise. "Well - what?" The all-powerful Thomas Groves has asked us for our suggestions! Well, this is our lucky day." Smirking, she returned to gripping her cup with two hands. Taking a deep breath, she started drilling of several ideas, all with quick precision and without stopping. "Well-I-think-that-we-should-move-to-Arizona-get-new-names-because-you-know-we-can-live-there-for-a-month-move-then-become-farmers-and-I'll-be-a-corn-farmer-and-we-can-live-happily-never-after!" Sipping her hot chocolate again, she smiled. "Or, we can go after the people tracking us. Play mind games." The only reason she suggested mind games was because Rachael was very skilled at playing with people's psyche.