((Meh will post now! 83 Not much to OCC, so I will just get right to it. . . I am still having difficulties getting online, but I am still managing. n.n Hopefully, these won't be failed.))
DarkClan
Dappleclaw gave Hopeflight a sad look, then deliberately wrenched her gaze away while turning her back on the other she-cat. In DarkClan, you sucked it up looked after yourself. Hopeflight would just have to learn that cruel fact the hard way, like she had only a few moons prior to now. The tortoiseshell licked her paw and drew it over her ears a few times, her unsheathed claws catching one on a stroke. She took her paw away, a few drops of blood sparkling crimson on her fur. The "warrior" was yet again reminded of the harsh way of life in this Clan shrouded in death, fear, rage, shadows, broken spirits, murdured hopes. . . Dappleclaw's thoughts trailed off when Icestar forced her to scowl at her own weak thoughts. She struggled vainly against the leader, snarling audibly as Icestar's blazing blue gaze bored into her back. She had unconsciously followed the white she-cat's silent order, her face distorted into an angry mask of concentration. Her muscles relaxed, tail lashing brusquely from side to side as Dappleclaw realized this.
LeafClan
Stormpaw carried a lone rabbit in her jaws as she padded towards the den she and Heathersong sometimes shared. Her mentor hadn't been voluntarily eating recently so she wanted to make sure the older cat would do so regularly. This worried her, but the apprentice knew better than to try to extract an answer from her. She gently set down the fresh-kill before Heathersong's sleeping form, whom she prodded rousingly with a paw. "Heathersong," she said with an amused tone. "One would think that you would know better than I that a medicine cat isn't allowed a decent amount of sleep." A joking gleam in her dark blue eyes, Stormpaw stepped back a bit to give her mentor some space to stretch and time to awake.
RockClan
Whiterunner's jaws gaped in an enormous yawn as he extended his front legs in a glorified stretch. He blinked furiously, willing his eyes to focus quicker while his unsheathed claws scraped the earth. He settled into a barely upright pose and attempted to rouse himself for the approaching duties of a deputy he would have to perform. The tom padded out of the warriors' den, shooting a quick apology to a hissing cat whose tail he had tread upon. Whiterunner mewed a greeting to his leader and friend, Minkstar, as his brain automatically arranged the day's patrols. The borders could use a renewing, especially with IceClan. The fresh-kill pile was decently abundant, but the day was still early, and StarClan knew how Robinpaw's appetite had been becoming ravenous lately with her growing body. There was so much to do. . .
IceClan
Shadepaw exchanged a glance (Never amused or kind, mind you. ;3) with Leopardfur when he set his already frozen quarry among the meager contributions of the fresh-kill pile. He could tell that the older cat's thoughts were probably set upon warmer times as well. As if on cue, a bitter wind ruffled the apprentice's dark fur, making him shiver even though his thick fur should keep the battering breeze from drawing the heat that his body contained. He glared brusquely into the freezing cold, hoping to find the cause of this weather so he could teach it a lesson with his teeth and claws. Fruitless in his search, Shadepaw dropped his pale gaze to the frozen fresh-kill at his paws. He frowned slightly and made the piling snow and ice move away from the quarry in hopes to prolong the freezing of IceClan's fresh-kill and the hunting patrol Wintersky was sure to put him on.
((Gotta go, Ill try to post for my other charries later. . .))