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This will now be LakeClan’s camp! This will be where they live, and where MistClan will occasionally attack. Have fun! 🙂
Squirrelstorm walked out of the den, ears pricked. He glanced around camp, looking for enemy warriors
Aspeneyes looked up from sorting herbs at the clearly anxious cat, and empathy flooded through her veins. There hadn’t been a day in her lifetime where she had felt safe in her clan, and clearly the other warriors around her felt the same. Even though she was a medicine cat, she knew the terror of waiting for an enemy warrior to attack. Nodding her head to Squirrelstorm in greeting, she went back to sorting herbs.
~Applefall~
Applefall quietly walked to the fresh-kill pile to eat
Aspeneyes, having finished sorting herbs, walks over to the fresh kill pile. Taking a small mouse from the fresh kill pile, she sits down next to Applefall. “Hello.” She mews softly, taking a bite of her mouse, glancing around, paranoid that a warrior from MistClan would jump from the bushes in front of camp to assassinate her, leaving her beloved clan vulnerable to every attack or sickness that would come.
~Applefall~
Applefall chose a Vole from the pile, before siting down she checked if there were any enemy warriors before she sat down beside the medicine cat.
“Hello” aspeneyes meowed
“hello” she meowed quietly, she took a bite form her mouse.
“Do you need any help around the medicine den?” she asked shyly hoping to find something to do
~Aspeneyes~
Aspeneyes looked into the out of camp. “Yeah. I always need help in the medicine den.” She said sadly, closing her eyes in a moment of silence for those who have been lost.
~Applefall~
“What do you need me to do?” she asked, glad to be useful to someone
~Aspeneyes~
“Could you come with me out into the forest to collect some herbs?” Aspeneyes asked, looking back at the she-cat. “I’m in need of more marigold and coltsfoot.” With that, she stood up, and beckoned Applefall to her. “Come on, let’s go.”
~Applefall~
Applefall stood up ad followed the medicine cat out into the forest. Her amber eyes darted from one tree to the next and her jaw parted making sure she can smell everything. she had to protect the medicine cat no matter what.
Cottonpaw bounced outside of the apprentices’ den, peppy as always trying to lift the tension of the Clan. “Can I finally go outside of the camp?!” yowled Cottonpaw, knowing that the apprentices almost never go outside of the camp unless there was a battle or attack due to the danger of being killed.
~Coldpaw~
“You know that’s not gonna happen.”
She said drowsily.
“And plus you woke me from my nap.” She said trotting away.
~Coldpaw~
As she trotted over to the fresh kill a thought popped up in her head. She took a scrawny mouse for herself and a plump rabbit. “Here. Have some food your the only peppy soul here.” She mowed pawing her the rabbit and settling down to eat.
Squirrelstorm walks into camp, mumbling to himself.
Burnblaze walked into camp with a smug look on his face.
“I just got one of the MistClan warriors in trouble,” he bragged.
Squirrelstorm looked around before walking out of camp, not bothering to tell anyone where he was going.
Thistlestripe looked around. After a moment she walked up to (insert name here), “Hey, wanna get someone in trouble?” She asked mischievously, “From the OTHER group of cats, of course.” She never referred to them as their actually name, that would be giving them to much slack. They weren’t a real clan to her, just a group of loners and kittypets trying to play rough.