Warrior Cats: The Four Clans

ic: Emmaline wiped angry tears from her eyes. She was tired of her dad's crap! Where had her real dad gone? Well, she knew he stormed off to the lab this morning, but she didn't know why he'd changed so much. She thought of today's argument.


Emmaline pushed a slice of pancake across her plate. She sat across from her father at the breakfast table. Her mother went about, rushing to get to work. "Bye!" she sang quickly, slamming the door before a response could be elicited. Emma rolled the piece in syrup, thendecided she was no longer hungry. She glanced up at her father nervously, opening her mouth to speak, then closing it again. She always had to pick her words carefully. "Mum's got to tell her patient that he has Lupus today." She started, folding her hands in her lap. Herfather merely nodded, stabbing his fork into another large portion. Emma paused to allow him to reply. He didn't. "What are you doing at work today?" He paused. Her heart quickened. Would he give her some hint? What did her father do all day?

"Go to your room." He stated quietly. Emma waited. He repeated again, louder.

"Why? Is it important?" Emma tried to get some response.

"It is damn important, now go to your room Emmaline!" He shouted. Emma left her plate on the table and went upstairs quietly.


Now, after her father had left, she decided to break into his study. It wasn't a hard feat. She had plenty of bobby pins, and knew the basics of a lock. She twisted the pin carefully, putting an ear next to the metal lock. It was very cold. After quite a few jiggles, she managed to hear a click. The knob turned, and her heart began to race once more.

Her father's study was nothing spectacular. It had a single desk, with a few files on it. A big computer. Plenty of book cases. And for some reason, papers scattered all over the floor. Emma glanced at the papers on the floor, but they were all words, and didn't seem of much importance. Stepping over them carefully, she sat at the big desk. Moving the mouse, the computer lit bright blue, demanding a password. She tried her name. Access denied. She tried her birthday. Access denied. She tried a few more things, but they didn't work. After all, she didn't know her father well anymore. All of a sudden, the computer shut down.

Emma gasped. Did she break it? Oh no. She was so dead.

Since she was already caught, she glanced at the files on the desk. She grabbed the huge one and held it tight, looking for anything else that she might want. She stood quickly, tripping and dropping the folder. Papers went everywhere, and she scrambled to catch them. Once she was satisfied that she collected all of the ones she dropped, and a few more, she spotted a little box. It was in a glass cabinet with a folder that had the current date on it. Emmaline looked around for something to break the glass with. Maybe she could make it look like a break-in anyways. She found nothing, so she put down her current folder, and grabbed hold of the side of the stand. Shoving it over with all of her strength, the glass shattered everywhere. She kicked away some glass, and collected the treasure. Almost satisfied, she tried to break the window, but to no avail. Instead, she simply left it open.

Emma made sure to lock the door before she left the study, but then was overwhelmed with confusion. She didn't hear the careful hum of any electricity in the house. It concerned her. There had to be a computer for both her mum and dad to do their work. Oh no.

After spending some time trying to fix the box in the basement, she decided it was no use. A line must have gone down. What to do next? Well, she probably wouldn't be home if someone broke so much glass in the study, so Emma decided to go get some breakfast. She packed the stolen items in her pink backpack, and threw some overnight stuff on top just in case she needed to hide them. Stepping out of her house, Emma looked around. And she caught sight of a boy taking her neighbor's bike! "Hey!" She shouted at him. "That's not yours!"