ThunderClan Camp

Misty felt bad that Pigeonheart was getting scolded by his leader due to him bringing her into camp. It wasnt her intention to get him into trouble with his leader. When Misty finally laid eyes on Rainstar she wondered how she could ever have mistaken Pigeonheart to be the leader when it was so clear that Rainstar was the leader. The aura and presence that the she wolf gave off was intense. At the mention of herbs, Misty's ears perked up. "Yes my name is Misty, Are you Rainstar?" She asked just for confirmation though she felt like she already knew the answer. "I wanted to join your clan. I know I smell like Windclan but its because i tried to join that clan due to my sister being there but I only found out of her death and was not allowed to join. Im not much of a fighter and I would ask if you have a position where I would be able to help others instead. I have no problem with hard work. I really just want a place to belong too and a family. Im good at taking care of wolves" She told the pretty fae as she head her head down as a gesture of respect, like she would do for the alpha of the pack that she was in at the zoo.

She couldn't help the faint snort at Rainstar's words. There really was very little chance that she would be surprised in this tribe, they were all so noisy with their footfalls. It made her wonder just what the youngsters were taught here. Her tribe had always been so clear about how to approach their shaman, it was almost disrespectful how she was treated here. Shaking it off, she got to her feet and checked on her patient quietly. He was still doing just fine, and so she felt comfortable enough to go for a hunt. Stretching, she found her Bird and nosed the little thing gently. “Can you keep an eye on him, my little bird?” she said softly, confident in the black pup. She knew what she was doing, and there really was nothing wrong with letting the pup watch over the older male. “If he gets worse, give him two of those seeds, and three of those leaves, okay?” She pointed out the particular ones she meant and licked Ravenpup's head affectionately. She'd do well with her task. Stepping out of the den, the little red wolf shivered at the slight cooling of the air, the moon was moving quickly and turning the air cooler at nights now.

Misty had been so excited when she thought that she had a chance to actually stay in this clan and would be able to have a family and better learn how to be a wild wolf so to speak. The disappointment that she felt in her heart felt like it was going to crush her. She didnt understand why they wouldnt let her join unless she was a fighter just because there was already two positions taken. Shouldn't they want to have as many wolves who knew how to heal their clanmates as possible. Misty at this point was starting to get a angry. She couldnt believe that yet another clan had turned her down. She was a nice wolf who only wanted to learn how to take care of others and join a clan that would provide her with the safety and training that she needed in order to survive. "Well I will be on my way then." She said with a huff as instead of waiting for Pigeonheart to escort her off of their territory she quickly left by herself. She needed to be alone and she found her way there she could certainly find her way out.

Thunderclan and Riverclan

Pigeonheart's ears grew warm with embarrassment as Rainstar scolded him. He knew that she was right—he definitely should have been more cautious and considerate—but he refused to admit that. No, he wasn't wrong, but rather Rainstar was. Certainly she would want to be alerted about something important as soon as possible? Instead, he simply huffed and stepped outside of the den when she ushered him away, although he lingered by the entrance so that he could still hear what was happening. He was disappointed when Misty wasn't allowed to join the Clan. Now he must have looked like even more of a fool for bringing back a loner who wasn't suited for Clan life. He was about to tell Misty to follow him when she took off on her own. He blinked and looked back towards Rainstar. "Did you want me to make sure that she made it to SunClan's border?"

Lightfire breathed a soft sigh of relief after he was dismissed from the patrol. He had no desire to go after Lion; the she-wolf terrified him to no end. In fact, he felt terrified of most strangers in general. At times, he questioned his status as a warrior. The young male felt nothing like a warrior; just a frail, skinny coward. He wouldn't let that fact upset him too much, however. Instead, the male trotted to his patch of bedding, laying down and closing his eyes. No, he wouldn't let any of his insecurities get to him. He was a professional at ignoring pestering thoughts. Closing his eyes, the male drifted off into a quick rest.
After waking, Lightfire rose to his feet and stretched out, shaking his pelt off. Suddenly struck with boredom, the male padded out of the den and looked around for his friend. Spotting Blackadder, the lithe canine perked up and made is way to him. Thrusting his nose into his friend's fur, Lightfire snorted softly and nudged him. "Hey. I'm bored. Should we... like... see if we can do anything...?" He lifted his head, looking over the dark-furred warrior and awaiting his reply with perked ears. Their friendship was a surprise, that was certain. Lightfire was... undoubtedly and undeniably dimwitted, especially compared to the sharp and snarky male.