The Fire Swamp

It is really like the opposite of its namesake. Rather marshy with quicksand and stunted trees. It is easy to lose a scent here, and also easy to get lost in the mist that rolls in rather quickly once the sun begins to set and dusk arrives.

Bounding up as if she was wandering on four instead of three legs, the black legged white bodied warrior entered the swamp, this was a good place. She'd been trained here and met Sol here many times, her erratic crazed energy began to settle down just being here. Lowering her nose she began sniffing around, hoping to be able to pick up her solsies scent, "Solsie, where is you, a maggot is looking for, a solsie has to be here yes he does a chessie needs him" she nattered away to herself nonstop searching for him. Managing to pick up a scent that seemed familiar to his she perked up and followed it as quietly as she could, pausing in some reeds as she came across him with a piece of prey he'd hunted her grin spread over her face. Leaping forward out of the reeds she crashed into him and tumbleld around until she was sitting on him grinning triumphantly "A maggot found the sol! Many things it has to tell the sol yes yep yah it does mhm!" she announced before lowering her head to nuzzle into him. Quite comfortable on him she licked him a few times before sitting up again a very happy grin spread all over her features.

Watching as he wriggled out from underneath her she returned the nuzzle and contentedly took a few mouthfuls of his kill not really caring very much that he wasn't supposed to be hunting on Shadowclan Territory. At his questions she shrugged and lightly batted at his shoulder "A maggot has had four smaller maggots, a silver one, a brown one, a gold one and a red one" she informed him of her pups surprisingly uncaringly. Of course she wasn't to be a good mother with the example that she'd had, she didn't care much about Forsakensoul either the useless elder still in his prime of youth. She'd had to have Ivyshade tell her what to do with them as she'd shown to have no maternal instinct at all, swiping her pink tongue over her muzzle she happily leaned into Sol "A maggot missed its solsie very very muchly" the fluffy white warrior replied softly. He was the only one who clicked with her enough to get her to be almost a good kind of sane it never lasted for long but the effect was there.

Returning the bat she settled down quite content to let the male groom her, resting her muzzle on one of her legs her bright yellow eyes observed him quietly, everythings was so much simplers with the goldie solsie with her. Admittedly she didn't cares much about the pupsies and had little memories of how they'd come to be in the first place. "A solsies chessie will comes with him soonsies" there wasn't much left tying her to the clans, there was a faint needing of stay with the pupsies until they were made into apprenticies. There was a gut feeling in her that the reddy pupsie was going to be trouble which urged her to stay and keep a firm eye on him. There was a definites reasons as to why the maggoty maggot was harsher on the bloody pupsie. She wriggled until she was resting her muzzle along her solsies back and sighed contentedly, it'd taken him longer than he'd promised to come back to her which made her reluctant to return back to the campsie just incase he was gone when she next came back.

Pleased when the goldsie said he'd wait for her the crazed wolf snuggled into him feeling at peace and at ease. The question made her lift her head "yeses no more prey that can escapes the clawes of the maggoty three legsies ones" comfortable she settled down for a brief nap that left her feeling quite rested and itchy to get moving. Getting up again she stretched herself before balancing on three legs and scratching the stump of where long ago there had been a fourth leg. Nuzzling Solsie with her noses Chessie-grin flicked her tail "A pupsie must leaves nows, hows every, shes will meets solsie here soons yes?" nuzzling closer she whisperesd into his listeners "A pupsies puppers soons be olds enough to works in clansy then she will follow solsie wherever he leades her" he'd always been able to understand and calm the quirky female, and she was very reluctant to leave him again and be without him. However for now the tug of needing to keep an eye over her quirky pups was important, so after sticking her tongue in his ear she turned and began padding away from the goldsie solsie and the comfort he provided her ever since she'd been dumped by her mother, sweet sweet mother.
~Shadowclan Camp~

Running running so much running why was she running what was going on? She felt dizzy and sick like she'd bring back up her lunch, flashes of memory flickered through her head jumbly and out of order. She jerked and tripped as the memory of loosing her leg came back with surprising ferocity, curling up she cried out scared and on her own. Where was the golden sol, the solsie, the wolf that'd always been there for her, others had claimed they were but that was false only he was. The various memories flickered in and out of focus her mind starting to crash and decline, at some point she was sick until she was dry retching bile. She couldn't stand and didn't understand what was going on, where was the ground? What way was up? She didn't know, didn't remember, voices whispered in her ear, names, maggot maggot, cheshire, cheshiregrin, but none of them were the voice that she needed to hear. With blurred vision from her retching she dragged herself to somewhere that looked safe enough with her faulty eyes, curling up at the base of a large clump of bushes she looked small and tiny. Unaware of what she was saying, it being mostly gibberish the female who'd endured so much in her life had finally cracked, and she needed the wolf that could glue her back together before her mind left her and she was tryly psychotic. Sol, sol, she couldn't get his face and features to show in her head, she couldn't show anything in her head, all she felt was blackness sucking her down, spiralling her down and it confuse her all the more as to what was going on. The desperate urge to keep running gearing her up onto her feet however she stumbled and fell again her white fur quickly becomng filthy with mud as she thrashed and whined fighting against invisible bonds that seemed to pull her feet out from underneath her. She needed him, who was he again? Who was she? None of the names and words being whispered fit her, what was she? Insane? Sane? Mad? Good? Bad? She didn't know and it was only getting worse, by the time the wolf she loved and needed found her she was curled up again rocking herself and whimpering nonsense to herself, covered in mud from the swamp and watery eyes that had leaked oily tears down her muzzle and staine her white fur.

During her rocking she heard the familiar voice that cut through the confusion and fear at what was happening to her. Snuggling into the familar golden fur as it curled around her closing her eyes and listening to his words whilst still trembling. His voice told her she was safe, she was no longer alone, knowing she would not could not return to the clan of shadows anymore she made a soft noise of agreement. His tongue firmly ran over her fur not letting her get away from him, not that she wanted to, his name for her found her in the cracked dark place of her mind. He was there and so she was safe, safe from the dark place she'd wandered into her mind and safe from the clan that had never fully understood or wanted to understand her. They'd always talked to her as if she was stupid or a pup, not Solses, he'd always spoken her language, he was safe, he was her sol. Not saying anything pale yellow eyes closed when he told her to sleep and then move elsewheres later, comforted by him she drifted off to sleep the golden ones scent filling her nose allowing her to sleep in peace like she hadn't been able to do in moons.

Trotting up the first thing that he noticed was the smell of loner, recognizing Sol the males hackles that had started to raise returned to normal. The quirky male was harmless unless someone threatened him first, realizing he was curled around Cheshiregrin however his hackles started to raise again. The pup harmer was tightly curled up next to the loner, he cleared his throat loudly to awaken them "Sol, you and Cheshiregrin are tresspassing on Shadowclan land, it would be appreciated if you would go to the Lone territories" his yellow-green eyes said more than he did, that he was being kind about it. Nightstar would not have been so cordial, still he'd spoken with authority in his deep gravelly tones. Glancing over his shoulder looking for Ghostheart and Thrusheheart a cold darkness started to sweep over the land. Wondering what the issue was he briefly glanced up at the sky and scowled seeing something black starting to cover the sun, soon after it began a heavy thick mist started to seep up out of the marsh. It smelled foul and made the brute cough slightly, it had a slight green tinge to it that added to the suspicion that it could be poisonous.

Finally at peace she slept peacefully unaware of the goings on starting to heal and recover in her solsthiems grip. Eventually she was nudged awake and opening her pale yellow eyes was shown dragon of steels and the hearted thrush. Flattening her ears she bared her somewhat yellowed fangs warily and began to get wound up again, however the steely grey warrior was calm and quietly asked them to leave. About to give him the nut of the century her nose was assaulted by something that stunked, pawing at her nosie she quickly discovered it was a strange green tinged mist that was starting to pour out of the swampsie. Half mad she could see what the others could not, dark shadowy wolves hanging about the swamp doing something to it, what she could not quite discern but it stretched the grin over her face that she had been named for. About to say something a warm tongue ran over her ears, turning her head and looking at the golden wolf as he started to wander off she shot the shadowy wolves another look before taking off after the solsie her three black paws pitter pattying upon the earth. A very mad cackle escaping her that echoed through the swamp, somehow amplified by the mist, it bounced around long after she'd left
~The White Glades~

Watching the loner and Rogue vanish into the thickening mist he was about to turn and follow his scent trail back to camp when the sound of blackwidow came to him. Somewhat frustrated that a search party had been sent out for his patrol when he had the experience and intelligence to find his way home and not get lost. Dragonsteel was not in a quiet mood “Blackwidow please cease your howling about, This is not a natural mist and so I'd suggest we remain quiet so as not to draw any unwanted attention to ourselves” despite his mindset he came across surprisingly Civil. Casting his queer yellow-green gaze through the mist that was rolling up and out of the mist as if something was brewing in there he shook himself out disliking the feel of the fog against his steel grey fur. He wanted higher ground to see what was going on, but Nightstar would be feeling stressed and somewhat paranoid so it would be best to turn his back on the mist for now. Once Minkfur showed up he glanced over both females with a critical eye making sure they weren't any worse for wear from the mist the large burly male turned about on his paws and headed back towards the camp.
~Shadowclan Camp~