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This will now be MistClan’s camp! This will be where they live, and where LakeClan will occasionally attack. Have fun! 🙂
~Blizzardsong~
Blizzardsong walked into camp with two mice and a squirrel and went to deposit it at the fresh kill pile.
~Larkstar~
Larkstar walks over to Blizzardsong, her tail flicking from side to side. “Blizzardsong, how’s the hunting?” She asked, her voice as cold and as sharp as her ice blue eyes. Larkstar’s ears pricked in a habit, making sure no enemies were going to attack her from behind.
~Blizzardsong~
“I checked around camp before I came in,” she hissed, she didn’t appreciate her leaders tone, tho it was really hard to find something that Blizzardsong actually appreciated. she dropped her prey not caring to answer the rest of Larkstar’s questions. she walked to the entrance of the camp,
she walked across the border, and let her thoughts take over he mind. she thought of her family, Thinking of the cats she never knew. her family was killed by the very cat that is now her leader, she lay down beside a stream and let the claws of sleep claim her.
Firefang walked out of the den, tense. She stiffly nodded to Lakestar, ears pricked, “hello” she said walking over to Lakestar
~Larkstar~
Larkstar, in seeing Firefang, nodded stiffly in greeting. “Firefang, could you go get Blizzardsong up? We’re going hunting.” She said, her tail swishing from side to side.
Dandeliontuft strides into the camp with a fat rabbit and a young squirrel dangling from his jaws, his head held high in pride.
~Larkstar~
Larkstar looked over at Dandeliontuft, nodding her head in greeting. “How’s the prey running?” She asked, her icy eyes glancing around the camp, looking for intruders.
“It’s running well,” muffled Dandeliontuft through the prey, dropping it at the fresh-kill pile.
~Popsomni~
“Good job” she meowed kindly, “Would you mind coming hunting with me again” she asked. hoping to find something to keep her occupied.
“Sure, Popsomni,” replied Dandeliontuft in a gentle tone while already heading towards the entrance. “I could go for another round”
~Ivystream~
Ivystream was staring ahead, her eyes as cold and hard as ice.
Slothfur padded in and almost collided into Dandeliontuft “Akkk sorry” he said around the rabbit he went to the prey pile and dropped it in the prey pile. “Anyone want to come on a border patrol” he asked
“I will!” Ivystream jumped up from her rock.
Ok
~Trilliumpaw~
Trilliumpaw stares at a falling feather, and jumps at it, yowling playfully.
(Thistlepaw)
Thistlepaw glanced around camp, before running to the fresh-kill pile and picking up the plumpest squirrel and taking a bite out of it. It sure was nice being respected within the Clan.
~Trilliumpaw~
As she chases the feather, Trilliumpaw runs near the fresh-kill pile, and trips over Thistlepaw.
Thistlepaw drops her prey abruptly and snarls at Trillumpaw, all whilst standing up slowly and fluffing out her fur over her bulging muscles, making her look bigger than ever.
“Who made you think that it was ok to interrupt the best apprentice whilst she eats? The one who will lead MistClan to glory.” Unsheathing her claws, Thistlepaw pokes Trillumpaw.
“Watch where you’re going next time, mouse-brain. Even my stupid sister has more sense than you”
Trilliumpaw yelps and jumps back, “Sorry! I was just playing!” She looks sadly at the feather as it drifts off. “You can play to if you want!”
Thistlepaw snorted.
“Why play when you could be training? I won’t play with you.”
~Three tail~
“And since when where you the clan leader?” She asked Thistle paw calmly giving nothing away.
“Since the Clan leader was my mentor!” Thistlepaw snarled, unsheathing her claws. “And what about you, Threetail?”
(calm down Thistlepaw 😛 )
~Larkstar~
“Threetail!” Larkstar hissed, coming over. “MY apprentice doesn’t need to play. Training is more important. Trilliumpaw, you should learn this lesson. Play is for kits in the nursery. And even if it wasn’t, my apprentice has superiority over both of you, as a weak apprentice and former loner.” Larkstar’s light blue eyes flashed with annoyance and disdain at the other two cats. “Thistlepaw, come on. We’re going hunting.”
“Sorry, Larkstar,” Trilliumpaw backs away, ashamed. Then she gets distracted by a leaf and starts chasing it.
Thistlepaw grunted dramatically.
“Yes, Larkstar, lets go hunt.”
-Three’tail-
She slid out her claws at the words “former loner” “if that’s all you see me as, why take me in? Why take me in if that’s all I am to this clan?” She asked, voice trembling as she remembered begging for mercy the day she found the clan, even if she knew they could not hear, her even if they had already walked away, it hurt.
(Rushstream)
*is poking Beepaw*
Rushstream walks out of the apprentices den with Beepaw behind her. “We’re going hunting if anyone wants to come along. I’m making a prey stash in a hollow tree along the border.”
Blossompaw glanced up from making a poultice.
“I’ll come too. I heard there’s a stash of chervil there, and with those horrible MarshClan cats at our borders, we better take some chervil in case they make the silly idea to attack the far superior Clan.”
(Rushstream)
Rushstream walked out of camp and headed for the hunting spot near the border, with Beepaw behind her. “You coming, Blossompaw?”
“Yup,” Blossompaw responded. “Some extra jaws would be helpful too,” she noted in a somewhat demanding voice, yet her head was hung low, and she didn’t make eye contact with Rushstream.
Firefang walks stiffly into camp, keeping her eyes on the ground.
Swiftpelt, turned to face Larkstar, padding forward to meet the leader’s gaze. “Hi Larkstar, is it possible for me to take the next border patrol?
Thistlepaw smiled.
“If you’re going, I’m coming too,” she hissed, curling back her lips.
~Larkstar~
“Thistlepaw!” Larkstar hissed. “You will do as I ask! Remember, your leader’s word is law, and my word is that we are going hunting. Do you want to break the code, and be cast out of our clan?” Larkstar’s tail lashed back and forth. She would cast anyone out of the clan if they didn’t follow her orders. She was going to destroy MarshClan, and in her eyes, anyone who doesn’t support her every order are traitors, and they can go groveling to MarshClan, where they would either execute them, or she would kill them herself in battle.
“So I go?” She wondered when Larkstar had gotten so annoyed.
~Larkstar~
“Why don’t you come hunting with us instead.” Larkstar grunted. “You can’t protect the border by yourself.”
Thistlepaw nodded respectfully.
“Of course Larkstar. I would never dare to disobey you. Especially since you’re one of the only cats who has authority. Let’s go hunting, then.”
“Alright, let’s go,” Swiftpelt decided Larkstar was right anyway. ((sorry for not responding, got in some trouble with my mom but everything’s ok now))
Splashpool padded into the medicine cat den.
“Excuse me?” Splashpool said quietly to the medicine cat, “I think I’m having my kits.”
Firefang pricked her ears at Splashpool’s comment and walked in the medicine cat den, “Are you ok?” She asked worriedly, “I can help if you need me to.” She tried to remember how she helped when her best friend had had kits, “Um, I’ll get you some water and a stick if you need me to!” She said, “I helped my friend give kits, so I know what supplies to get.” She decided to leave out the part of what happened, not wanting to frighten the queen.
Swiftpelt deposited the chaffinch onto the fresh-kill pile. “I don’t care what Larkstar says, checking the border would be a good thing to do with Marshclan roaming about!” She muttered to herself, padding out of camp again.
(sorry I was inactive for a long time, I also have no clue what’s going on so if someone could catch me up that would be amazing)
~Blizzardsong~
Blizzardsong woke up from a nap and padded into the clearing looking for something to do.
Thistlestripe followed Blizzardsong, “What are you doing?” She asked
~Blizzardsong~
“Nothing,” she said
“What are u doing” she asked.
Thistlestripe shrugged, “I don’t know. Have you noticed that Ever since the border fight Firefang has been acting weird?” She meowed
“No clue,” she said
“Tho she looked kinda depressed this morning” She continued.
“Would u like to go hunting?” she said trying to move away from the topic.
“sure.” Thistlestripe meowed
“Great” she meowed (Switching to forest)