ShadowClan Camp

Blackwidow eyes narrowed at Tigerstorm as she called the White Demon and Val to go on a border patrol with her. She didn't like that Tigerstorm had basically just tried to dismiss the fact that she was pretty sure that the striped female heard her calling to the male. But she waited silently to see what the small white dog would say to the warrior. She wondered if Tigerstorm just didn't like her because she thought she was weak since the whole thing that went down with Nightstar or was it something else. But in the state that she was in, she didn't dare try and talk with the volatile female.

Slipping through the thick brambles that guarded the camp, the wisp of shadow was impossible to detect, except for a brief little cackle that suggested perhaps the camp was not as safe as they all believed it to be. It made its way through the camp and into the medicine to study what was going on, picking up what wolf was the medicine wolf, a spark of excitement made its way through the wisp. This would be the perfect time to cause chaos, purposely it made its way into the herb stores and went through the supplies until it found a death berry, carefully carrying it over to the fresh kill pile it stored it inside one of the frogs that Blackwidow had caught and put on the fresh kill pile before she'd left. Once it was bloating the slimy things belly, the tricky shadow dropped it in the medicine den near Blackwidows nest.

Any medicine wolf would read that as a sign if they were worth anything, with that it settled itself down to watch, if they had boring reactions why then he'd just kick it up a notch. He was so sick and tired of being bored, bored, bored bored bored, bored as a board. It was time for mischief making and hi-jinks, for fake prophesies and tricks, most medicine wolves would associate the prey, and the death berry as a warning that something dark and sinister was in the belly of the clan.

Sleetpup, after a little time spent alone in the nursery, slowly crawled out into the open and sat outside its entrance for a little bit and turned his head back. His small pink tongue lapped across the creamish fur that lined his spine as he groomed his pelt without making any noise whatsoever. In his mind were a jumble of questions. Why wasn't he made an apprentice? Why was he the only pup in ShadowClan now? Who would be his mentor? What would his warrior name be? He was hoping those questions would receive answers soon and hopefully they weren't answered by Dragonstar. Like Nightstar, he feared the large wolf with deep reasons. First of all he didn't like those who acted like Nightstar, secondly he doesn't like wolves that have scars on their bodies, and he had a strange dislike to the color gray, unless of course it was brindled. Once he was finished with his grooming he found a mossball and laid on his back, batting it up in the air while chuckling. He had to think positive. At least the nursery wasn't cramped anymore!

Blackwidow couldnt hold back her snicker as she heard WhiteDemon tell off Tigerstorm. If this was only a little bit of his personality then she might just like the white dog after all. When he finally walked over to her and gave her his attention she sat up from her laying down position. "Whitedemon I am sorry for the way that I treated you when we first met. I let my prejudice for dogs get in the way of treating you like an equal. I really have nothing against you its just due to past issues I dont trust or like any dogs. And since I joined the clans I have only met dogs that have met those conditions and you dont seem to be that way. So I wanted to say welcome to Shadowclan, and it looks like you have a lot to teach us. From what I can gather from Dragonstar anyways. Though as of right now Im not even in the clan, so really who am I to welcome you. But yeah anyways I just wanted you to know that Im sorry. " Blackwidow told the curly brute. She didnt want to get on his bad side plus she was being extremely rude earlier when they met.

Blackwidow felt a lot better after talking with whitedemon. It felt good to talk with him and let him know that she was sorry for her behavior. Blackwidow then just looked around camp and saw Sleetpup by the nursery with a dejected look on his face, before he started to play with a moss ball. She then saw someone that she hadnt seen in what felt like a whole moon. Bramblerose exited the warriors den and she looked terrible. She looked like her whole world had ended, and she had loss some weight. Which caused the normally icy female to look small and broken. The only time that she had seen that look and felt that way herself was when her first mate died. She wondered if that was what happen to the female. But Blackwidow had never seen Bramblerose with any of the males in the clan. As a matter of fact Bramblerose usually was gone on some kind of patrol. Maybe she sought a male in another clan or who was a rouge and they died, got killed, or just left her. Though she knew that Bramblerose didnt like her she knew what it was like to loose a mate, apart of yourself. She padded over to the russet colored female. "Bramblerose I know you dont like me but im here to talk if you need it. You look like you just lost your whole world. So im sure this wolf was special to you. I know what its like to loose the one you love, your other half, your soulmate. And im not talking about your father, or Bane. Im talking about my first love, my true soulmate. He was everything to me and I broke every rule of my pack at the time to be with him. Yet in the end its because he was with me is why he was killed. And still to this day I will always have that guilt to carry. But I moved through it by talking with people and slowly started to let people in again. But I never forgot and I never tried to replace him. Well anyways if you want to talk im here. Even if you dont like me." She told Bramblerose, not sure how the fae would react.

Padding in after the patrol, and after making sure both apprentices had also returned, Direheart took a seat by the entrance to the camp, watching what was going on. It seemed like their leader and deputy were out for a wander, and he surveyed the dog talking to Blackwidow. Now that was interesting, normally she stayed away from dogs like they carried the plague. Snickering to himself, he moved his gaze to the emerging figure of Bramblerose. She looked to be quite out of it, and he tilted his head a little, wondering why. Waiting until Blackwidow had finished talking to the other female, the lean male got up and stretched before padding over in silence. Not bothering to interrupt her with talk, he settled near her half in the sun, closing his eyes to soak it up. Words had never helped heartache in his opinion - not that he'd ever had to go through that.

Blackwidow wanted to cuff Bramblerose on the ear for saying that Reddust was just a fling to her. But knew that she her words may have come across as that. But she never meant that. ' I only meant to say your first love is somebody who you will remember for the rest of your life.' Blackwidow muttered out loud. She took the females words in stride. She already knew that she was hated by Bramblerose. But she still felt that she shouldnt go through it alone. But when she saw Direheart go over to Bramblerose she hoped that he could do a better job then she could. 'maybe i should really just stop trying to help' she thought to herself. Blackwidow decided to go back to her spot from earlier and test out how well her shoulder was healing. She could put pressure on it now but she wouldnt be doing any fighting or running for a little bit. Blackwidow laid back down and rested her head on her paws awaiting for Dragonstar to come back.

Tricksterpup had been somewhat distraught by all of the recent fighting. He wasn't certain what exactly had happened. Had Dragonsteel killed Nightstar? He'd thought that he saw some sort of a shadow around Nightstar before he died, but a shadow couldn't cause a wolf to die. But why would there even be a floating shadow? Nothing made sense. All he knew was that Nightstar was gone, and that Dragonsteel had left to become the next leader of ShadowClan. Tricksterpup sighed. He hated not understanding what had really happened.

Before long, Dragonsteel, or rather Dragonstar, had returned to the camp and called a Clan meeting. Tricksterpup hadn't been expecting the ceremonies to happen so soon, but he was glad that it was finally his time to become an apprentice. When it was his turn, the small pup stepped forward. His now green eyes widened with surprise when Dragonstar himself said that he would be his mentor. He reached up to touch noses with the leader after he approached before stepping back into the crowd. He wasn't too certain what to think of his new mentor. While he was honored by the fact that the Clan leader would be teaching him, he'd been a bit put off by the fight that had happened between Dragonstar and Nightstar. He'd never seen Dragonstar act in such a way before, so perhaps it had just been a one time thing.

After the ceremonies settled down, Tricksterpaw figured that it would be best to move his nest to the apprentices' den. He didn't really have anything else to do at the moment, and Dragonstar seemed busy anyways. He padded back to the nursery and started to drag his nest over to his new den, stopping once he arrived. Where would be the best place to put his nest? Probably far from the entrance. That way, if it was windy or raining, he wouldn't be bothered by the inclement weather. He selected a spot somewhat towards the back of the den and went to work on fixing his nest, which had gotten a bit damaged in the move. Once finished, Tricksterpaw exited the den. By now, his brothers had returned from the patrol they'd left on. He definitely wasn't going to ask Jesterpaw about it, so he headed over to Marauderpaw. "Hi," he greeted him. "How did the patrol go?" Tricksterpaw hoped that he'd soon get to go on a patrol himself, but for now would be content with hearing about what one was like.

Striding into the camp as bold as brass, her unnatural eyes glowed with a twisted psyche, padding along her jaws parted to lick her chops remembering the taste of the morsel she'd devoured at the jagged cliff. Without a scent she was impossible to predict and meant it took others a fair while longer to realize she didn't belong, spotting a large pup that was sitting by himself her grin reappeared. Tasty tasty little treat she thought to herself, pups only went so far when it came to eating, ideally she'd like a large male to feast upon however the weak were what she preyed upon for a reason. Thinning out the ranks so only the large powerful males reproduced, after all that was all they were good for, their tiny flesh sack that allowed them to pass on their genetic code. Getting close to Sleetpup she picked him up in her jaws and tossed him through the camp, of course she wouldn't eat him right away, no she'd beat him good and proper then eat him alive while the rest of the clan watched in horror. The Dark Forest Vampire cackled disturbingly, her disturbing gaze focused intently on the puppy, moving smoothly forward her muscles rippled underneath her thickly furred white pelt. Suddenly surging forward and pouncing onto him she pinned him underneath a paw before flipping him onto his back to expose his soft white belly, saliva dripped from her bared fangs onto the fluffy fur on the pup alluding to how much she was going to enjoy torturing him and eating him.

Sleetpup wasn't of course expecting to be attacked out of the blue, he was just calmly playing with a mossball when suddenly an unknown she-wolf pounced on him and he felt himself be flung against the ground and then pounced on again. He let out the loudest scream for help his tiny body could muster as he was pounced on yet again. When he was flipped over and his belly being shown he squirmed as much as he could and tried biting at the fae's paws, trying to make her release him. His tiny heartbeat racing and his amber eyes wide, he screamed for help yet again as he continued to squirm the hardest he could. Adrenaline in him, he kept squirming harder and harder, for he knew it was his only chance to try and free himself from the fate the she-wolf wanted.

Blackwidow had been resting when she heard all the commotion, she was immediately at her feet. When she saw Bramblerose in action and saw how she got Sleetpup away. She knew that they needed to get the pup away from the two she wolves. Especially if this was going to be a fight and considering this random but off putting female had just attacked a pup, she knew there would be. She saw that he was frightened and she didnt know if he was injured, baring her teeth and growling she didnt turn her back as she grabbed Sleetpup from Bramblerose.  And then moved away with the pup. "Your gonna be okay Sleetpup." She moved to the medicine den and spotting Ivyshade she set him down in a nest. "Sleetpup got attacked by some random she wolf. Bramblerose managed to get him away before i think she was able to do any real damage. But i imagine he is pretty shaken up and frightened. But you two might want to prepare for some injured. This may or may not turn into a fight." She then turned to the pup and gave him a gentle lick on the head. "We are going to protect you Sleetpup, we wont let that shewolf get her paws on you again. "  She said before leaving the den. She moved to where she could help out Bramblerose if needed but that she could still guard the medicine den. She knew that Dragonstar should be here. But going out to find him might take too long. So she lifted her muzzle and gave a distressed howl. She prayed he got here in time.

Blackwidow turned her attention back to the stranger that invaded their camp. How did she even get in here without anyone noticing, let alone attack a pup. Since Bramblerose didnt say much more then 'get out' she decided to speak up. "Who are you, and why did you attack one of our pups? What right do you think you have even being on our lands?" She asked, her voice a tone of barely controlled anger. She wanted this female to pay for hurting one of their own.  She wanted to sink her teeth into the neck of this stranger no matter what justification she thought she had. This was one of those times that Blackwidow wished she wasnt bonded by the warrior code, or she would have attacked already.

Blackwidow who was closest to where she had put Sleeppup suddenly saw him being tossed back out into the open. She looked around in confusion as she never saw a wolf get pass her. She could only see a dark mass in the shape of a wolf but she had know idea what he looked like, she wondered if this was the wolf that killed Nightstar. She lunged herself at the the shadowy looking wolf. And when she collided with the wolf her whole body shivered. He didnt feel natural, she wasnt sure what he was. But she attempted to ignore all her instincts telling her to get away in order to stand over Sleetpup in a vicious and protective stance. Growling with her teeth bared she answered the mysterious voice. "He is a pup and yes he may be weak now but he wont always be. And we protect our own, no matter if they are weak or not. Leave him alone he has done nothing to you!" Blackwidow didnt understand how they could just sneak in and out of the camp without anybody noticing.

Watching with amusement as wolves argued with each other, his favorite moment however was when the vampire appeared in camp and predictably went for the weak male pup batting at a mossball. He was surprised she didn't spew out her usual rubbish although the surprise became pleasant as death bringer appeared as well. Now with the pair of them there to create havoc he considered his options before he slipped stealthily back over to the adult medicine wolf taking care to make sure that none of the wolves could see him although he suspected that they were far too busy focused on the pup and the two mature shadowy wolves that were laying into him. Close to Ivyshade he refrained from chuckling at the puzzling riddle that had popped into his head, leaning forward the wolf known as wise-ass murmured into her ear cryptically.

"Time is a funny thing, it flows, and moves and sometimes is a tangled knot
pending where you are it may flow differently not unlike the current of a river
sometimes swift while in other places slow
to get to know
the wolves of the forest
one must figure out where their time flows"

Changing his voice so it sounded familiar to Ivyshade, the voice of a past mentor perhaps, either way he was blatantly impersonating a starclan wolf a blasphemous act perhaps but he'd long lost interested in being good or behaving. After all, with his past, he had no inclination to follow cold star studded wolves and their policies. The remembering reminded him of an idea, the real reason why he'd chosen to follow the other dark forest wolves out of the forest, shaking himself he slipped out of the medicine den and studied the scene before him for a while longer before the misty apparition that could barely be seen moved away changing direction straight for Riverclan camp. There were two wolves there he was dying to speak to if one pardoned the private pun, he walked along stately not hurrying or rushing himself, soon out of the camp and padding along the land
!Riverclan Camp!

After she had dealt with Blackwidow, Ivyshade had gone to rest. She slept for what felt like a short period of time, but regardless of how much time passed, her dreams were dark and disturbed. There was a feeling of being watched, and the heavy presence of shadowy beings observing and taking notice of her every move. Paranoia was something the Medicine Wolf had never experienced, yet it plagued her while she dreamed...

Something prodding her shoulder was what brought her back into reality. Startled and still fear-induced by her sleep, the Medicine Wolf flinched and was on her feet quickly, recognizing that her apprentice was the one that had woken her up. Her fur remained spiked from tension, and it took a couple of moments before the usually stoic wolf was able to regain her emotions. Once she had, Ivyshade turned to where Tremblepaw pointed with her snout, indicating to her a piece of Fresh-kill that laid close to where Blackwidow had been resting earlier. Something was not right about it though, and she narrowed her eyes and stepped closer. The frog laid sprawled out, it's belly bloated unnaturally. "Did someone leave this here?" she wondered, feeling uneasy. Taking a paw, she carefully placed it on the belly of the creature, pressing down until a certain object squeezed back up the frog's throat and became visible in it's mouth. "Deathberries?!" Taking a step back, Ivyshade turned back to her apprentice, her gaze serious. "Tremblepaw, who put this here?" While she spoke, another thought came to her, and she hastily turned to her stores before the younger wolf could answer her. "Did they take the berries from my stores?" She wondered grimly, and it didn't take much searching to find out that they indeed had. Deathberries were something that the Medicine Wolf did in fact carry, but only had a certain amount of. They were also hidden way back behind any of the other herbs she had stored, and as far as she was aware, none of the wolves in the clan knew where she kept them.

Only a few moments had passed before the fay heard a scream, followed by some scuffling and fighting sounds coming from the main camp. Ivyshade hurried to the entrance and bristled at the sight before her. "So, they're back?" The Dark Forest wolves had apparently made a reappearance, and their return explained the berry-filled frog that had shown up in her den. What was happening in the camp however was much more serious than the cruel joke that had been left in her den earlier. An ominous shadowy wolf with white fur had pinned the poor Sleetpup down, exposing his belly and seemed only a moment away from ending his life. Before she could react, Bramblerose had lunged forward and rescued the pup from a certain demise, and was quickly followed by Blackwidow who tried to bring the pup over to the Medicine Den. Setting the pup down closeby, the warrior began to explain to Ivyshade what had happened. But before Sleetpup could get to safety however, another strange figure darted forward, tossing the already traumatized pup back to the center of the clearing where the chaos was unfolding.
The Medicine Wolf suddenly felt movement around her. An uneasy feeling made her shiver as she felt the presence of what felt like an ominous shadow next to her. That was when a certain voice started to whisper in her ear, and Ivyshade recognized it as the old Medicine Wolf of Stormclan, Owlscreech.
At first, Ivy froze as she listened, confusion filling her senses as she listened to what sounded like an ancient Starclan wolf giving her some sort of prophecy. "Time runs differently for them than for us? What does that mean?" She frowned as she listened, trying desperately to decipher the riddle in her mind. Shaking her head, the Medicine Wolf decided to figure it out later, her attention becoming fixated once again at what was happening in the present.
Meanwhile, a fight seemed to have broken out in camp. Turning her focus back, she noticed that Blackwidow had attacked the second dark forest wolf that had snuck in, however Sleetpup was still exposed. Without giving a second thought, Ivyshade rushed forward, quickly grabbing the pup by the scruff and attempting to bring him back towards her den.