ShadowClan Camp

Misty had never in her life had anybody treat her that way ever. She didnt even know if she wanted to be apart of such a clan that had a horrible leader. And if that was only what the females in her pack were good for she would pass. She left the zoo because they had tried to do the same thing and she wasnt going to just be a pup maker. But she wanted to be apart of a pack that would make her strong and teach her what it was really like to be a wolf. When the Grey wolf came to her rescue she was so happy. And she would gladly go with him if it meant that she didnt have to be near this evil wolf in her eyes. "Why would you follow somebody who would attack somebody before they gave them a chance. I just wanted to become strong, you think i like being weak. I hate it, i feel like nobody will give me a chance. To even teach me how. Why should i even take the chance to go to another clan. The same thing will probably happen. The loners even dont want me. Maybe I should just go back to the zoo. And get my mate chosen for me and have pups that i dont want from somebody i dont love. Sorry you dont care about my life story, can you just leave me somewhere that i may at least have a chance to live." She said only for the grey male to hear as he led her away.

"You did put the maggots in the correct best, right?"
Tricksterpup's question made Marauderpup's ears flatten against his skull. Did his brother not trust them enough to get such a simple task right? Surely he didn't consider them that pathetic? But doubt had now worked it's way into his mind and he fixed his siblings with a long, narrowed stare despite his confidence. He'd opened his mouth half way to speak before his eyes landed on the smug face of Jesterpup and his ears picked up on the distressed cries of Tremblepup from the medicine den. It only took a second for him to fit these pieces of information together, and the sound of Nightstar's impatient voice only made it more certain. "That little pile of mangy crow food..." he growled under his breath, preparing himself to face Nightstar's ridicule before being stopped short by an unexpected voice. He might have expected Jesterpup to gloat, to rub it in their faces that they'd been caught and punished, but the words that came out of his mouth made Marauderpup stumble backwards. He was actually... helping them? That seemed remarkably out of character for their practically insane half-brother. Sleetpup had been thrown in the mud instead but that didn't weigh down Marauderpup's conscience for very long. The fact that Tremblepup had fallen victim to their game did elicit a certain degree of guilt in him, and he considered seeking her out later to apologise, but for now he could do little more than stand there, stunned, that they had been let off of the hook so easily. He didn't offer a response to Jesterpup's comment, letting Silverpup give her cutting retort as his attention was caught by the next mystery of the day. A dense mist seemed to be forming throughout the camp, and by the shifty looks that the ShadowClan warriors were giving by it, it wasn't a good sign. He didn't see how mist could provide much disturbance to anything but visibility, but he was ignorant of the true nature of the fog. It was mesmerising to watch - the way it twisted and swirled, following the small air currents as it wound its way through the camp. He felt himself being drawn in by the sight and almost fell over as he watched it intently, but a roaring from the front entrance was too tempting a spectacle for him to ignore. A smell unlike that of ShadowClan drifted from the body of the stranger stood in the camp and he puffed his fur out as much as he could. Being as small as he was it was hardly an impressive display, but that played no part in the image he created in his head. He was a mighty member of ShadowClan and he wasn't going to let this loner do any harm to him or his Clanmates. Nightstar's voice rippled through the camp and Marauderpup couldn't resist inching himself closer to the scene, all thoughts of their previous adventure discarded. Who is this stranger and what is she doing here? He had been too far back to hear the words that had been shared by the stranger, but their quick departure left him with no time to investigate further. He shot a bewildered glance at Silverpup, his eye brows arched high and his jaw parted in disbelief. "What on earth is going on..." he muttered only half seriously, his kind buzzing from the crazy events of the day. First their crazy mother, next the maggots, then Jesterpup sticking up for them, then the strange mist, and now THIS. He could only imagine what else the day had in store for them.

Sleetpup lowered his ears as he heard Dragonsteel's words. He'd rather go to StarClan than have to deal with this but he complied and started cleaning out the moss in the warrior's den, making them softer and more comfortable to sleep in. In his mind he cursed Nightstar, cursed Dragonsteel, and cursed his whole clan all except for Tremblepup. He scooped out some dead moss and some thorns and brought them outside but not before getting a thorn stuck in his paw. He yelped in pain but he was sure Ivyshade was already busy so he let it go. He continued until half the dens were complete before collapsing onto his belly, exhausted.

Sleetpup wasn't resting for long when he noticed Tremblepup approach and take the thorn out of his paws. He yelped in pain and then began licking the pain away once the thorn was out. He noticed her leaving and ran after her. "Hey wait! I-I'm Sleetpup! I'm sorry some other pup put maggots in your nest, but I assure you it wasn't me. If you want, I'll take them out for you. After all, you helped me just now." he offered her generously, flicking his ears a little forward as he heard his tail wagging behind him.

Sleetpup's ears went down again as he heard Nightstar's booming voice. He didn't understand why the brute was punishing him for something he didn't do and yet he was for some reason not allowed to prove his innocence by speaking to the leader. His tail went tucked between his legs and he glanced towards where Nightstar was before the male once again left camp. Man, I can't do anything around here without somebody telling me what I can't or can do! First I'm blamed for putting maggots in Tremblepup's nest, something which StarClan would forbid me doing since I want to be friends with her, and now he's making a tiny pup such as myself clean up two dens all by myself! Why is StarClan so cruel to me?! It's as if they're laughing at me, saying I'll never be a good warrior! he thought painfully to himself. Having convinced himself he wasn't much more than a piece of dirt to the wolves around him he sadly padded back into the warriors den and began cleaning again. As he removed from dried up and rough moss from one of the nests tears began to flow from his eyes and he found himself crying once again.

He wished he had been born in a more forgiving Clan, like RiverClan or ThunderClan. Then he wouldn't be forced to do stuff as punishment meant for somebody else. He sniffled and sobbed as he removed the bad moss out of the whole warriors den and then exhausted, collapsed onto his belly once more, chest heaving with each breath he inhaled. "I wish I had never been born into this Clan." he said sourly to himself, laying his ears down and covering his eyes with both his fore-paws. He silently sobbed just within the view of the others inside of the camp, though he doubted any of them would come to comfort him. He sobbed like that for about an hour before stopping as a headache boomed behind his eye-sockets. Growling he stood back up and tossed some moss away with an angry swat of a fore-paw. All the StarClan wolves hate me! he convinced himself as he stopped mid-way through fixing a nest.

Val followed the alpha into the camp, carrying herself proudly- she wanted to make the point that she wasn't afraid, but she wasn't a threat. That was the last message the she-wolf wanted to make; she didn't want these wolves to distrust her. It would be nowhere near beneficial to be on their bad side. After all, Val was small and lithe- in no way was she strong. Only agile and charming, which she used to her full advantage. Taking a look over the wolves in the camp, she knew they could easily tear into her. Yes, they'd have to catch her, first. Not to mention, who would want to damage such a fine young she-wolf? 'Don't make assumptions... these wolves could be barbaric as the last pack...' she shuddered at the thought of her captors. 'Hopefully they'll see how useful I can be...'
Nodding at the alpha's curt demand, the she-wolf lowered her head and murmured, "As you say, sir." She then padded to a more isolated part of the camp, laying down and curling up, her eyes flicking around attentively. She could barely see through the fog- she could be attacked without her knowing what was coming. Ever since the ambush that resulted in her capture, the she-wolf became more aware of her surroundings. This was strange territory- she couldn't risk being attacked. These wolves were odd. For now, they couldn't be trusted. She didn't want to be imprisoned inside a pack ever again. Val liked her freedom. Despite her lingering doubts and worries, she figured everything would be alright. The worst that could happen is that she'd be dismissed and sent on her way to find another pack.

Val kept her eyes narrowed as they flicked about, obviously rather wary. For the most part, she didn't think anything would happen. However, she couldn't be too sure. These wolves were strangers, and from what she could tell from their leader, they were possibly quite aggressive. A voice caused the young she-wolf to flinch and raise her head. She quickly glanced around, confused, before finally noticing a smaller white dog. Flicking her ears, the wolf tilted her head. Was he... Was he flirting with her? 'Might as well humor him, I doubt he's actually interested in anything,' she thought. 'Not to mention, his accent is rather... French. It's kind of comforting.' Licking her muzzle, the female dipped her head with a small smirk and a chuckle. "Well, bonjour, monsieur. It's good to know this pack has some respectable and charming members... Though you don't necessarily smell like one of them, and it's a bit surprising to see a canine like you 'ere... Especially considering you 'ave such a familiar accent... Who are you, mon cher?" Despite her time away from her mother, who was very much French herself, Val still picked up on her accent just a little bit, and carried it to even now. She knew the language quite well, too, as her mother taught her as much as possible before her death. The two would often speak it in the pack they remained captured in, usually to make fun of the other members and have their own conversations without the members picking up on anything. However, the booming words of the leader caught her attention, and she sighed, murmuring "Ah. Best pay attention..."Getting to her paws, she made her way closer to the ledge- however, she still made a point to separate herself from the rest of the gathered wolves, sitting on the edge of the crowd, and closer to the dog that had greeted her.

Minkfur padded into the camp, her eyes wide, fur fluffed- obviously rather shooken. Inhaling, the she-wolf cast her dull gaze around the camp. Not being able to see much through the mist, she dropped the prey she caught into the fresh-kill pile. She then glanced back towards the entrance, waiting for Thrushheart's arrival. Would he keep quiet about what he witnessed? Hopefully. She then made her way to the ledge, as she heard his call just as she arrived to the camp. Sighing, she sat down before unfamiliar scents got her attention. Swinging her head towards them, her eyes narrowed upon spotting the canine from earlier, along with a mysterious looking she-wolf, who noticed her gaze and dipped her head respectfully. Minkfur scoffed somewhat, returning her gaze towards Nightstar. 'StarClan above... He better not let that dog join the clan. The she-wolf doesn't look too strong, either...' she thought with a soft huff, ears swiveling against her head. However, she didn't say anything, instead keeping silent. She figured Nightstar would address them. Not to mention, he probably was going to choose the new deputy. It was about time, anyways. She just hoped the chosen deputy would be less cruel than the current leader. Minkfur had preferred Blackwidow over him- she had a better heart than Nightstar, who was notably vicious. The she-wolf doubted he'd leave any opponent of his alive in battle.

Sleetpup, who had cried so hard he had given himself a throbbing headache barely heard Nightstar's call for a Clan meeting. Half of him wished he should take part in it but he was worried that the large leader would tell him to go back to cleaning the warriors den until it was spotless. Eventually the white pup with the cream tinted fur made his way outside, his puppy-blue eyes were gone and all that was left of his new brown eyes, meaning he was 6 moons old as of today. It was his birthday though he doubted anyone cared. He slowly made his way into the center and hid fearfully behind the warrior he knew to be Minkfur. He admired the dark brown and white female as if she were his own mother but worried about who Nightstar would choose to mentor him and what his warrior name would be.

He hoped and prayed it would be a fitting name for him and much better than Dragonsteel. He lifted his gaze and it fell upon Nightstar, hoping the brute didn't notice him among the gathered wolves below. Please StarClan, if you can hear me, give me a mentor worthy of me he thought to himself as he waited for Nightstar to speak again.