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.

Distracted and lost in his thoughts the steel grey male took a few moments to respond to Direhearts question, stirring suddenly he looked over at the red and white male in question and nodded "Pick either patrol" he rumbled, perhaps his staying awake for roughly two nights in a row was starting to get to him. He'd curl up and catch a few Z's and get his mental acuity back to where it should be, rising up on his paws he headed for the warrior den before he remembered with some disgust that Nightstars solitary den was now his. Rolling his shoulders and taking a long breath he couldn't help but compare his new sleeping quarters to the solitary cage he'd slept in when he had been used as a fighting creature of death and destruction. Scratching at the thick fur at his neck, he padded into the den and snorted at the thick smell of the previous leader, pushing the nest out of the den he curled up on the bare floor of the den and rested his chin on the end of his tail like a sort of pillow for his muzzle.

She'd sat down and watched as wolves had come and gone, her concern about Sleetpup blocking out plenty of the other thoughts that had been circling her head. Such a small pup with such awful wounds, how could anyone do that to Sleetpup who admittedly wasn't the brightest nor the bravest pup out there but he didn't deserve this. Wanting to go and check on him but knowing better than to bother the two medicine wolves Bramblerose wondered if it'd be worth going for a hunt yet as soon as her thoughts drifted away from Sleetpup the pain returned. Getting up and flicking a look around camp for Direheart, the ethiopian wolf realized that he must have left camp, unsure where but not exactly that interested in talking to anyone Bramblerose decided the best thing right now would be to go for a hunt with him. Padding towards the entrance of camp, she scented about hopefully before locating the right scent trail and headed out that way having already decided that she'd have very little to do with Minkfur from now on still stung by her so called friends choices.
~Shades Outlook~

Waking up with a slight jolt, Dragonstars eyes snapped open. Getting up he shook himself out and padded outside into the afternoon light, squinting his eyes against the brightness compared to the dark of his den, a quick glance around the camp informed him of who was still here and who hadn't returned. Blackwidow and Thrusheart had gone out with some apprentices, Direheart had gone to join them and it seemed Bramblerose had vanished. Making a mental note to have a talk to her later on about Jaydust, Dragonstar cast a glance at the fresh kill pile, loathe to take anything from it when there were others within his clan that needed it instead he moved over to pick up a rabbit from the pile and walked over to the medicine den. Entering he caught a glimpse of Sleetpup curled up in a nest, setting the rabbit down infront of Ivyshade with a quiet sigh, the powerful male backed of a little since it seemed they were in the middle of tending to him. He sincerely hoped the little pup would pull through, once he'd healed he'd make him an apprentice, ignoring the fact that tremblepaw shied away from him Dragonstar turned, it seemed Minkfur wasn't back however he presumed that she was hunting. Now however wasn't really the right time as he wanted to talk to her about what had happened with Sleetpup and these strange wolves that decided to invade Shadowclan land. More patrols and a harsher way of dealing with trespassers where his ideas so far. Unwilling to leave the clan camp unguarded he found a place to sit and just watch the goings on of his clan.

Greeting the two wolves that came up to him with a dip of his head Dragonstar returned quietly "I'm unsure they were still tending to him when I went in, I know you've both been out on a hunting patrol but Tigerstorm went out on a border patrol and has not come back. With how dicey things are at the moment I was wondering if the pair of you would like to come with me" while he was cunning he also understood the need for caution, you didn't live to live long if you didn't have a sensible amount of caution. He'd never really envisioned himself leading a pack like this when he'd been a youngster, lowering his head to itch at the large scar on his chest the battle-scarred wolf wasn't too fond of Tigerstorm in his opinion she was quite the arrogant warrior and spoke without thinking first. If the two wolves before him didn't wish to come then he'd go on his own, whether he got along with Tigerstorm or not he had to keep the pack safe and that was something he would do no matter what.

He kept his own opinions of Sleetpup's survival rate to himself, listening as Blackwidow voiced her opinion about how many wolves they should take with them. Barkclaw was out with Tigerstorm so he agreed that Thrushheart should probably stay here and wait for Silverpaw, "Valid point, Thrushheart if Silverpaw isn't back soon collect a warrior and go find her. It would be appreciated" glancing again back at Sleetpup feeling concerned for the small thing that seemed even smaller with the wound that was being tended to. Sighing heavily the simple noise betraying some of his concerns, looking away from the two wolves next to him to the entrance of the clans camp, wondering where the name camp had even come from as it was such an unusual unnatural name for something although he had to admit it made more sense than calling the camp a den site or something. Padding out of the camp, the large silver and grey wolf moved towards the Shadowclan and Sunclan border with purpose, it was where he vaguely remembered Tigerstorm heading when he'd seen her last.
~Shadowclan and Sunclan Border~

It’d been a long walk back from the border, he’d have to announce to the clan Stormpaw joining them and officially declare her mentor. He’d intended to talk to Blackwidow about being Stormpaws mentor but somewhere along the way had opted that he’d just announce it as a surprise for everyone. Returning to the camp the grey wolf glanced about and privately sighed as he realized Barkclaw and Tigerstorm still weren’t back. Unsure how the irritating striped warrior was going to take to Blackwidow mentoring the newest member of the clan perhaps this was for the best, so he walked across the center of the slightly marshy camp and leaped up onto the flat platform that had been woven through the mangrove roots to make his den. Surveying his clan the male tipped his head back and howled the phrase that he’d heard Nightstar howl so many times “Let those who are old enough to catch their own prey gather for a clan meeting” lowering his muzzle to watch the various wolves of the clan gather together to listen to what he had to say. He declined from rushing into the meeting, there was no need to be, although he wasn’t so sure how Riverstar was going to take Shadowclan ‘poaching’ one of their apprentices, from what Stormpaw had said so far he was quite impressed with her, she was everything the wounded Sleetpup wasn’t. Not that it was fair to compare the two, they were like chalk and cheese, a part of him registered that Jesterpaw still hadn’t returned to the clan camp which irked him, he didn’t trust the red apprentice as far as he could drop kick him so perhaps he’d send some warriors out to drag the little snot back by the scruff of his neck. It’d be interesting to see how the other apprentices would act with Stormpaw, although he was sure eventually the new apprentice would show herself to be worthy of respect it’d be good to see one of the other apprentices at least to show some sort of branch of friendship.

Padding into camp mostly dry and having done a decent job of washing some of the scent of Sunclan off of her blue-grey pelt, Stormpaw walked into camp with her emotions tucked away especially the guilt of abandoning Peachpaw, but he had Ashdust and Heatherfrost he’d be okay and he had Specklefrost to heckle and torment with his cruel taunting words. Confidently carrying herself it was hard to consider the youngster as being arrogant, deciding to stick near Blackwidow as she wasn’t all together trusting of the others just yet. She knew for sure that she wouldn’t be trusting some random apprentice that marched into her camp, Tigerstorm and the other warrior still weren’t back yet which was slightly surprising it shouldn’t take that long to do a border patrol surely. The smell of herbs alerted her to a green eyed wolf speaking to a smaller wolf whom she assumed to be the medicine wolf and apprentice medicine wolf, Storm herself had never been that interested in herbs preferring to practice her fighting and hunting skills. To serve her clan with those skills there was no higher honour in her opinion, yellow eyes flicked over the others in the clan, two apprentices one silver one brown talking to one another while more adults padded over and sat down all of them had the thick marshy musky smell that was so different from the smell of Sunclan she’d grown up with. She had the feeling that how the others would accept her would be down to how Dragonstar introduced her to them, it seemed he’d called a meeting which was obviously to announce her and pick who her mentor would be.

Tigerstorm padded into camp and made her way to Stormpaws she keeping her to her left as she looked down at the blue-grey apprentice. ”Keep the fighting spirit sunclanner and you will find your paws here.” she said gruffly giving her advice and a backhanded complement. She thought the younger face had guts to go against her ex-clan mates the way she had and if she proved loyal would make a good shadowclan warrior despite her birth clan. Giving her a sharp nod she slunk away into a shadowy corner curling her lip up at the sight of Sleetpup though on she was a tiny bit glad to see him up on his paws for he may yet survive despite his weakness. From her position the stripped fae was able to see most of the camp, its entrance and Dragonstar with her one eye as she kept her right side facing the barrier.