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.

The red female returned to camp and padded over to the medicine den, setting sleetpup down she told the two medicine wolves what had happened "Lusterpelt, she bit off his tail and ate part of his stomach" she should feel repulsed by the idea but she just felt nothing. Her pale eyes had nothing in their depths, and she could feel the raw wound paining her with every heart beat, yet it was a wound that neither Ivyshade nor Tremblepaw could see, the wound on her heart and soul wasn't something that could be healed by medicine wolf herbs and knowledge. The broken female padded away back into the shadows, wanting to be away from everyone, it'd be so easy to just let herself wane and die, now that she thought of it how on earth had Blackwidow known that she'd lost Jaydust, had she been watching? She dismissed that thought, th eolder female would have said something earlier if she had been, curling up in a quiet corner of camp with her nose hidden by her fluffy tail the lean scrawny Bramblerose closed her eyes, instead of thinking of the present she took solace in her past. remembering having met her father for the first time, and spending time with him, drifting off to sleep she dreamed of what had been and what might have been had fate not broken her and left her with nothing.

She'd watched as Direheart, Minkfur and Bramblerose left camp and headed off to go rescue Sleetpup, worried and anxious for her clan mate the youngster paced about full of tension. While she wasn't close to Sleetpup he was a member of the clan and so she cared deeply about his well being. Perking up as Bramblerose returned with him, bile rose in her throat as she explained what someone called Lusterpelt had done, Bramblerose spoke the name as if she should know it but she didnt. Nuzzling the little white pup gently the medicine wolf apprentice spoke softly "Its okay Sleetpup Ivyshade and i will make it not hurt anymore I promise" not sure what she should do the new medicine wolf apprentice looked up at the medicine wolf waiting to be given orders that she might be able to help Sleetpup. She still had the herbs that she'd fetched for Ivyshade, despite her crippling anxiety the idea of being able to help Sleetpup seemed to give her a way to handle it. In the heat of the moment when it was stressful and difficult she seemed to change, becoming firm and determined to help anyone who needed her help.

Considering everything, the male was a little frustrated that several wolves were lying about camp when they could be doing something to help out. His voice rang out rather stern "Thrushheart, since you're sunbathing, take Val and Blackwidow on a hunting patrol" The red and black warrior who'd just rejoined the clan would have to be careful on account of Nightstars injury he'd given her however he was quite sure that as long as she hunted small game she should be fine "Go to Shades outlook first, Take silverpaw with you" she looked bored enough as it was, Jesterpaw he didn't trust to chase all the prey off on purpose. The smell of wolf blood hit his nose as Bramblerose returned to camp with Sleetpup in her jaws, the pathetic little bundle was covered in blood and hung limply from her jaws. Unsure if he was alive or not the powerful silver and grey male padded over to the medicine den and stuck his head in. Watching as the pup seemed to come to life, Dragonstar grit his teeth, where was Minkfur? Wanting to know what exactly had gone on, the ex fighting ring warrior narrowed his green-yellow eyes and spoke again "Barkclaw, White demon, go on a quick border patrol" he didn't like this at all, Direheart and Tigerstorm were also missing from the clan camp, although he knew that Direheart had gone off with Bramblerose and MInkfur, he'd not heard anything from Tigerstorm for some hours now. Hopefully Barkclaw and White Demon would be able to find her alive and well.

Looking up at Ivyshade expectantly, a blank look flicked onto Tremblepaws face, what on earth was Rue? Her brief confidence faded and uncertainly crept onto her face, anxiety starting to kick start up in her gut the pup’s tail tucked underneath herself. Jerking back as Ivyshade suddenly grabbed for something next to her, self doubt ripped down her confidence leaving her staring at her paws trembling. She was so stupid, why had she thought that she would be smart enough to be a medicine wolf let alone a medicine wolf apprentice, she didn’t know anything, stupid, stupid stupid. Swallowing trying to rid herself of the lump in her throat she turned not feeling her paws and stumbled forward into the herb stores. Looking around with little idea of what she was looking for, she spotted some yellow flowers and guessed that must be marigold because she had no idea, although looking closer it became clear that there were many different yellow flowers, so she went for two of each. Her anxiety got worse as she realized she had no idea what rue flowers looked like, struggling to draw breath she tried to get herself together, Sleetpup needed her help but she didn’t know what to do, she didn’t know what the flowers were. She couldn’t go back without the right flowers but, what ones were the right ones?

Unable to speak or she’d burst into tears, the anxiety ridden puppy eventually brought Ivyshade all of the flowers that she thought could be it, hesitating when Ivyshade stated that she was supposed to chew them, but she didn’t know what ones were right. She was so stupid! Sleetpup needed her and she couldn’t do anything, she didn’t know anything, she was pathetic, disgusting, awful, she never should have agreed to do something that so obviously she’d be unable to do. “but I don’t know what ones are what Ivyshade” She finally managed to get out hoarsely and rather thickly, hunched over the herbs and trembling unable to look up and meet the eyes of her mentor whom she was certain would be angry and disappointed in her. Why was she alive? She was so worthless and useless, she couldn’t do anything, and had never been able to do anything, yet still she was an idiot enough to keep on trying. Waiting to be told off, snapped at or whacked, she hastily skittered backwards out of reach, she didn’t want to be hurt, she wanted to be good, but she wasn’t, she was inherently bad and stupid. The internal voice that always ripped her down and insulted her was screaming into her ears, overwhelming her, overpowering her and leaving her a mess. Starting to shut down in response to the mental voice she crouched down murmuring apologies over and over again, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, don’t hate me, I’m sorry” on and on they went underneath her breath, all the while her head berated her more for taking attention away from the badly injured and terribly brave sleetpup. She was such an attention seeker, she was an awful wolf, who’d never amount to anything, struggling to breathe the young pup who’d only just been made a medicine wolf apprentice and didn’t know anything was subject to the mental voice blowing things out of proportion and easily ripping away her confidence and happiness.

Lifting his head as voices rang out, Jesterpaw got up and padded to the entrance of the apprentice den, his yellow eyes spotted the limp form of Sleetpup and the distinctive smell of blood. A wide savage grin spread onto his features, whomever had done this was fantastic! It seemed his mentor Minkfur was still out of camp which meant he had ample time to head out and cause some mischief. The only issue was picking where the best place to go would be, sitting down and ran his tongue over his shoulder his sly cunning mind went over what he could do. His ears swivelled around listening as the wolves in camp moved around but no one left, getting up onto his paws the red wolf stretched before making up his mind. He couldn’t escape the clan camp without being noticed if he used the usual exit so he’d have to make a hole in the wall of the camp in one of the dens and use that to escape without being noticed. Turning and vanishing deep into the apprentice den, the large wolf began to forcibly create a hole in the thick bramble wall that created the outside defences of the camp. Satisfied once he’d made a hole that was small but large enough for him to squeeze through with a little effort, he was soon out of camp and grinned rather smug with himself before he abruptly turned and went trotting off rather jauntily with his tail waving after him.

~The Silver Forest~

~Shade's Outlook~

~ShadowClan and SunClan border~