ShadowClan Camp

The ShadowClan camp is situated in a grove of mangroves where the water has long since dried up, since before the Clans arrived. To make dens, the members have woven leaves and twigs through the top of the exposed roots. The camp gets fairly muddy in leafbare but is pleasantly cool and sheltered from the hot greenleaf sun. The leader's den is directly underneath one of the biggest mangroves, and when addressing the Clan the leader leaps up onto the 'roof' of their den.

Nightstar padded around his camp checking the dens for damage as he always did once a week. His green eyes were sharp in the midsun rising as he moved with his fur rippling through the dappled sun. Staisfied with the lack of damage the cold leader lay down outside his den and just watched his clan silently.

The burly powerful grey wolf with a large scar upon his chest returned to camp jaws filled with a fat pheasant he'd caught in the silver birch forest. His yellow-green eyes glittered with unspoken feelings as he stalked through the camp and deposited the prey on the fresh-kill pile. A new member to the clan Dragonsteel had shown he was a more than competent warrior and didn't care what any of the others thought or said about him. He considered himself a wolf of honor as well as an experienced veteran of the dog fighting ring which was where he had earnt his impressive chest scar. Noticing Nightstar laying about not do anything he snorted slightly, swiping his pink tongue over his muzzle his gaze darted towards the nursery. Cheshiregrins pups were likely getting to the stage where they would begin exploring the real worlds despite his outward appearance the brutish male had a special tolerance for pups. Stretching and ignoring his joints complaints the silver male picked a piece of prey off of the fresh kill pile and made his way over to the nursery, thrusting his head inside he studied the white female and her four pups gaze lingering on the red and black pup that gave him a bad feeling. Setting the rabbit down near Cheshiregrin he spoke in his gravelly tones "I know you are busy with your little ones, but you must remember to eat" nudging it closer to her he gave the pups a very slight smile before he left the nursery and padded through the dried up camp to lie down in a patch of warm sun and begin giving his pelt a thorough going over liking to stay clean despite the muddy place he now called home.

Seeing Dragonsteel returning the leader rose to his paws and padded towards the grey brute as he lay in the sun. He would check in with Cheshiregrin at sunhigh as was his custom to do so to see the young pups she nursed and hear what she wished to say to him. He had been the only other in the camp before the return of the other warrior as the rest were still out hunting or on patrol. With so few remaining in Shadowclan since the split the effort it took to maintain the territory was tough enough that often only one warrior remained in camp unless it was near sunrise, sunset or sunhigh. "Good hunting Dragonsteel?" he asked standing by the grooming male. The leader was planning on heading out for a quick hunt out in the Silver Forest to try and get some more prey on the fresh kill pile before he would go with the sunhigh patrol over on the Thunderclan boarder. With his young age he didn't trust the other clans not to attempt to take or wonder into their territory and it let the cold leader slightly on edge as he pushed to ensure all the patrols where meet and they weren't invaded. He had only been leader for a moon roughly now and was settling into the role with relative ease but he had yet to make a big choice though he was already considering mentors for the pups nursing away with their mother.

In the middle of his grooming he was interrupted by the young buck who'd been made leader by some make believe nonsense about dead wolves living in stars. Not exactly pleased to be interrupted he flicked his gaze at the brown wolf not intimidated by him in the slightest, and if he was honest he didn't give two mouse tails if he came across disrespectful. Youngsters had to earn his respect it wasn't given freely, in fact there was only one other he had any proper respect for the black wolf dog who'd gifted him his scar. "I brought fresh prey home" he agreed mid groom much more interested in cleaning his fine summer coat. He'd noticed Bramblerose leave with her usual pinched cold expression, and didn't really care that she'd headed off on her own it wasn't his place to care and he didn't. Things sure were easier in a pack and he wasn't sure if he liked it, he disliked having to pick prey off the pile and thus often hunted for himself on his own the senior warrior part loner still. However an experienced fighter he was an asset to the pack, he knew that and anyone who denied it were just kidding themselves. He moved to begin cleaning his back leg flicking an ear at one of Cheshiregrins crazed laughs, the young leader would earn his respect eventually it was just a matter of time the steel grey wolf having lived on his own for so long he was slowly adjusting to the idea of having someone above him in the pecking order.

Nightstar gave a sharp nod at Dragonsteels response and knew that he still had a way to go to get the older wolfs respect. He would get it he knew that, it was just when in question or at least he believed that it was. "Would you be agreeable to stay in camp while I go on the sunhigh patrol or would it be more agreeable with you to lead it?" he asked the other male. He was one of the best fighters in the clan and the brown wolf could not deny that. Him giving the male the option was his way of showing respect to the wolf who chose to approach them to enter giving them another valuable clan member. Spotting Bumblerose heading out the leader flicked his ear. "Don't forget your on the sunhigh patrol Bumblerose." he called after her as she left the camp. Blackwidow had lead the dawn patrol over to Sunclan boarder and they were to hunt on their way back but he had yet to see any of them return making the young leader restless.

In the middle of his grooming still the Steel grey warrior shot him a look, of course he didnt want to he was in the middle of grooming himself. He'd also just been out, giving a grunt in response and returned to the task of cleaning himself, finishing a little while after the leader left. Dragonsteel got up and sighed, there was really not much worth doing in these clans, his paws had the itch to wander and it was difficult to fight. He wandered to the edge of camp and stared out of it with his yellow eyes and sighed, perhaps there would be a battle at some point that'd get his blood pumping. Noticing Blackwidow had returned, the male dipped his head in greeting, he thought about it before padding over to her and lowered his haunches to the ground "Nothing interesting happen again?" he asked wondering if the black and red female was just as irked as he was about the lack of things to do. Perhaps when Cheshiregrins pups left the nursery there would be more things to do, yawning in boredom there was a part of him that suggested they make some trouble. Perhaps Killian would show up again and they could spar, he was a good practice partner, he hadn't seen any sign from any of the wolves here that they even knew how to do that. It seemed to be, eat, sleep, patrol, hunt and that was it.

Nightstar gave Blackwidow his full attention when she approached him after dropping some frogs onto the fresh kill pile and he nodded his thanks at her information. The lack of problems was making the young leader on edge as he had no idea what the other clans were planning being so quiet. He decided to allow the female warrior some time to rest after her early start and taking the grey brutes silence as he would watch the camp. With a nod to Dragonsteel the brown leader padded towards the entrance. Slipping out he took a few minutes to jog around the outside of the wall they had built to ensure that no holes were in it and the covering of bumbles was still in place. With that checked to his satisfaction he put his nose to the ground and headed after Bramblerose to ask her to take over Antpaws training now her mentor had disappeared. It was well past her time to have one of her own in his mind.

~Sunclan and Shadowclan Border~

Half asleep curled around her pups, yellow eyes flicked open when Dragonsteel entered the nursery and set down some prey for her, watching him as he left she reached over and pulled it towards herself starting to eat contentedly. She'd never expected to have pups after what'd happened to her at the border, uncurling a little to stare down them her yellow eyes glittered. She'd found it difficult to be a mother and had relied on Ivyshades guidance of what to do with the small things that had been so helpless. The thought made a soft cackle escape "Uslessless helpless just like the maggoty maggot" talking to herself as usual she finished devouring the carcass and unable to stay still any longer got up and squeezed out of the nursery missing her solsies "Solsthiem solsies a maggot misses the backwards chattering of the solsie" continuing to talk to herself the thick furred white and black wolf glanced over at Dragonsteel and Blackwidow curiously. Forgetting about her pups briefly she trotted over surprisingly blanced on her three legs now and stuck her nose in her friends ear "black and red spidery one, maggoty maggot is wonderings if the spider is okay" most wolves assumed that Cheshiregrin was quite nuts and indeed she was but after the traumas of her puphood and what her mother had named her it was quite easy to see why she had no marbles left.

The pup opened his eyes as his mother uncurled around him, looking at his three other siblings who were like peas in a pod the chaotic male grinned darkly showing off his sharp puppy teeth as he did so. Getting up the three moon old red and black wolf slipping out of the nest twitched his slip of a tail behind him as he peeked out of the nursery for the first time taking in the world. He could dimly see his mother at the other end of camp, her white pelt standing out amongst the other darker pelts of the wolves. Unable but to help a soft cackle which was almost like his mothers but far more sinister, stepping out into the light he lifted his head up liking the warm sun that lit up his puppy fluffy fur that would one day smooth down into a sleek adult coat. Not particularly hungry he sat down taking in the world before he opted to follow after his mother, trotting after her he grabbed her ear in his mouth and tugged on it trying to pull her over growling at his mother playfully playing roughly

The soft cackle made the little girl jerk awake, scrabbling back into the shadows with a loudly thudding heart she stared as the big white wolf, the smaller red, and silver wolf head to the entrance of the den. Trying not to shake, Tremblepup watched through big wide eyes before she slipped forward and huddled in the shadows near the entrance of the den feeling the anxiety flutter in her chest like a trapped bird. Taking a huge big breath she forced herself out through the entrance of the den, holding herself close to the ground and with her tail well and truly tucked underneath her the nervous puppy very slowly made her way over to the fresh kill pile. Pulling a frog out of it she curled away far from everytone else and began slowly eating the slimy thing keeping her puppy eyes down and away from everyone else hoping nobody would see her.

Listening curiously Cheshiregrin flicked Blackwidow one of her crazed grins "Ahh a spiders close dusty red friend yes? A maggoty maggot is certain the spiders dusty red friend will show up!" her mostly easy to understand words were barely said when she felt teeth dig into her ear. Instantly a dark gravelly snarl issued forth from her chest, very sensitive to teeth digging into her due to the first few months of her life the three legged madwoman shook her head and used a paw to dislodge the red pup from her ear. Standing over him baring her teeth she picked him up by his tail clenching her jaws, managing to stop herself from severing it from his body she dropped the pup and caught him by the scruff, throwing him around a fair bit like a rag doll before she finally got bored, left him on the ground and moved away from him. Flicking her ears she padded to the entrance of the camp staring out of it wanting her sol without a look back at the red pup she'd battered, the three legged she wolf left camp heading towards the swamp to try and find him. Solsie, solstheim where is you? A maggot will go searchies yes it will, it needs him a somewhat terrifying cheshire cat grin on her face the female padded out without a thought for the badly beaten Jesterpup.

~The Fire Swamp~