Fire And Water - Warrior Cats (Private)

[Keriae]

Draco growled at the impact and leapt at Squirrel, snarling in her face. "At least I'm pure!" He eclaie, eyes shining with anger.

[TheSilverfeather]

Squirrel snarled. "And who said we aren't? We are just as pure as you are!" she yelled at him, while Hazel and Breeze leaped at Draco, bowling him away from their sister. They let out growls and hisses, not pleased with what Draco had said. Squirrel got up and walked towards them. "Listen, Draco. One day, I will be the leader of this clan. Then we'll see who's the purest of us." she said silently and flicked her tail for her siblings to follow. They let go of Draco and walked after their sister, heading towards the nursery again.

[Keriae]

Draco snarled. "Pure? You think you're pure? Yeah right! Haven't you noticed how you look nothing like Mother or Father? You aren't even proper SkullClan cats!" Like she'd be leader. There was no way she'd be leader of SkullClan.

[TheSilverfeather]

Squirrel didn't even turn to look back. Of course she had seen she was nothing like Narcissa or Lucius. She knew they where adopted, but she always assumed that they were left behind by some deceased SkullClan cats. How did Draco know, anyway? She shrugged, her orange fur bright in the sun. Breeze was a darker brown tom, Russet a redbrown tom and Hazel lighter brown. When she compared themselves to Narcissa and Lucius, she saw they where nothing alike. Angry she strode into the den and laid down by her brother, refusing to think of Draco again.

Hazel was sitting outside the den, not ready to go inside again. She wasn't tired, and she didn't feel like sleeping. She watched warriors stride past, and thought of herself as one of them. She watched Draco for a while, admiring his fur color. She was angry at him though, how come they weren't "pure"? Which cats where perfect? She shrugged, not wanting to think about it any longer.

[Keriae]

Draco smirked and noticed the look on Hazel's face. "Thinking about it? Thinking about how I know that you're not pure?" He asked, waltzing over, eyes shining. "Because I heard it from a warrior. Mackrel, to be exact. She was talking about it the other day. I know where you come from, even if you don't." These cats were scum. They should go back to where they came from and stop diluting the pure blood that ran through the SkullClan cat's veins.

[TheSilverfeather]

Hazel glared at Draco. "Hah, so you think I wouldn't know? We weren't born here, I know that perfectly well. Yet, you can't blame us for being who we were born to be." she said, her eyes narrowed. She didn't bother talking with him, and instead she walked straight back into her den, feeling slightly depressed. Why would Draco have to tease them? He wasn't only teasing any longer, he had went over to bullying. Silently she curled up beside Russet, her eyes still open as she watched Narcissa and Lucius.

[Keriae]

Draco's smirk grew wider. He could blame them, because their filth was ruining SkullClan. But he didn't follow her. No, he just sat down, watching the warriors go about their daily business.

Lucius noticed the four kits walk in and looked at Narcissa. "What do you think is up? They all seem pretty down." He was practicaly their father.

[TheSilverfeather]

Narcissa shook her head and sighed. "I don't know. Maybe they had a rough fight or something. They're probably exhausted." she said silently and watched them for a long time. Where was Draco? She blinked a few times. Draco had been outside playing with them, but where was he, now that they were inside the nursery again? She got up quickly and watched Lucius. "Where's Draco?" she said nervously. She didn't like the fact that he wasn't here, and that she didn't have any clue where he was at.

[Keriae]

Lucius shrugged. "Probably outside. You know what he's like." He meowed, laying his tail over her shoulders. "Calm down for once. He'll be fine."

[TheSilverfeather]

Narcissa shrugged and slowly laid down again, her eyes closed and her head bent slightly. "I'm just worried, Lucius. I can't help it. That's the way I became when..." she stopped there and laid her head on her paws, once again thinking of the little kit that had died when he had been born.