Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

OOC: Right then! Lets get started! Real quick though, I want to change the color of my dragon to this -

Apperance: A large young dragon with deep green colored scales. His horns and talons are ivory white against his head while the webs of his wings and fins are a few shades darker than his scales. The scales under his belly, neck, tail and paws are of a lighter green, but not neon. Instead they are more subtle, like an easy leaf color. His eyes are a lighter shade of green than his scales, but similar in color.

IC:

A half-ling, or a hobbit one might say, are a curious sort of folk. Content to being innocent and childish through their lives affords them the ability to not care about the rest of the world. One might say they are foolish, but they do not think so. The young Troka Stoutheart was no exception. Having lived with her parents and tended her shop of curious good from across the land, Troka spent most of her youth sheltered and content. However, now she sat on her small shaggy pony staring at the Great Gates of Tanarious and wondering exactly why was she there. A quiver ran through the small hobbit as she though back to the day that the King's men had arrived at her shop. Both she and her parents had thought some great prank was being played on them. Troka was to go to the kingdom of the elves? How outlandish!
The king's man had not told her the reason for her journey, same as the other men had done for her current companions. None of them knew exactly why they were going to the kingdom of the elves, but they did know that if they did not, then they would be killed for treason. Troka had not thought this possible of the wise human king Rumadon, but he was desperate. These young six companions were all that stood between victory over the rebels, or defeat at the hands of Meroktar Soulkiller. Troka shivered once more and stared up at the great gates.
The gates stood enormously tall, taller than she thought any creature could build. Intricate carvings decorated its surface so that the entire front of the black gate was filled with small symbols and etchings. Despite all the small details, all the small carvings when looked at from a distance appeared to be a great dragon, twisted back upon itself with its wings spread and a torrent of fire spewing forth from its mouth. Troka had heard tales of the elves being caretakers of the dragons, but she had not believed it to be true. As far as she knew, dragons were a myth and she hoped it would stay that way.
Ahead of the group standing on the shore of a mighty river stood, slim man-elf with sparkling silver hair that fell to his shoulders. He was garbed in beautiful green robes and he stared at them with reserved blue eyes. Next to him stood a smaller, but no less regal, she-elf. Her tawny colored hair was braided and woven together so that it looked like delicate and beautiful ropes. Adorning her hair was small flowers and various other decorations that brought forth the color of her hair. She wore beautiful blue robes lined with golden silk and stared at them with her deep golden brown eyes. Troka was astounded by the sight.
She and her companions approached the pair who stood on the shores of the Elven River. Just behind them was a sloop styled boat, big enough for all of them to fit on. The boat however, keeping in elvish style, was made to look intricately designed with leaves and small animals adorning its hull. Troka's mind whirled at the detail they were able to bring forth.
As they finally approached, the she-elf spoke, her voice like the soft breezes from the north, "Greatings younglings. We welcome you to the gates of our land. Let us be on our way to the great city of Vis'holmå. There you shall find out your true purpose."