WindClan Camp

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Heather star watched the jet black male intently as his nervous state became apparent to her, and she wriggled her ears, just waiting. Finally, when his question eventually reached her white tipped ears she felt something inside of her lurch violently, and for a moment the small leader was dumb found. Stunned beyond words for a couple of moments the fae let herself relax, feeling a smile beginning to form upon her muzzle. Never could she of imagined that this was what Swiftstreak had been planning to ask her, and she couldn't have wished for anything else. "Of course." She muttered equally, joy and emotion filling her gaze as she looked up at him. "Yes, of course I will be."

Spottedheart half listened to the conversation. "Ugh, Why are Warriors always so battle hungry?" She thought, disgusted by their behavior. Sliding the herbs that she probably wouldn't be using into a crack, the She-wolf picked up the Marigold and Cobwebs and set them a side for when the Warriors did go to battle. She glanced at Bluepaw, and noticed him shoot a smile at her. For the first time in a while, Spottedheart felt a warm feeling trickle under her fur. She gave him a friendly grin back, even though he couldn't see it. Nudging him playfully, she commented to him: "Well I hope we don't meet Owlscreech there!" She mumbled to him playfully. "He'll probably rip our fur off!"

"Yeah!" Bluepaw chuckled. He wasn't on of the 'playful' types, but something about Spottedheart made him happy. He nudged Spottedheart and got in the 'play' position. His tail wagging happily.

Hearing a conversation from the medicine den,Barkstripe lifted his head. He noticed
Spottedheart and Bliepaw talking. He flicked his ears. Knowing that they disliked fighting.or at least he thought Spottedheart did.

Dawnpaw sat under the Tallrock, licking her paw. She flicked her ear as she heard Heatherstar proposing battle with Sunclan. 'Would be nice to teach Stormclan a lesson,' she thought to herself. 'They think they are so arrogant and they get away with unjust murfers and battles. And it would be nice to see Direstar again.' The Windclan apprentice had been fellow apprentices with Direstar.

Barkstripe flicked his tail. Feeling bored. He noticed Swiftstreak in the corner of his eye. He flicked his ears. Beckoning him to come over. He sat up straighter,and sighed. I have a feeling this will end badly. Barkstripe then thought of something. He stood up. "Why not bring Thunderclan into this? They have their fair share of blame on Shadowclan." He flicked his tail. Wanting no fighting chance of them. He disliked fighting.

Raggedfur snorted. "Thunderclan ain't nothin' but a bunch of pansies. We ain't need three clans just to defeat Stormclan." Flashing a pointed glance at Barkstripe, Raggedfur twitched his tail irritably and stared up at Heatherstand. Regularly, he would have been overjoyed at the prospect of a fight - a real battle, at that. Now, though, Raggedfur couldn't be bothered to be happy. His brother, who should be by his side as he charged into that enemy camp, would be forced to lie wounded and dismal inside that tiny den. What kinda life was that, where you had to sit around and miss all the fun? Grunting, Raggedfur glanced briefly at the medicine den.

Barkstripe ignored Raggedfur,he flicked his tail. He watched Heatherstar carefully. Waiting for her answer. I've had enough of Raggedfur.

Stormtussle let out a small moan. Inside his head a war was going on, two sides of him pounding back and forth against his skull, giving the male a terrible headache. He opened his eyes slowly, the bright amber orbs squinted in the light, and looked around for his brother who he knew would be close. What he didn't expect was not seeing Raggedfur sitting or ranting nearby. Panic overran Stormtussle and a cold sweat formed under his pelt. He huffed himself off the ground, letting out a hiss and grunt but otherwise ignoring the biting pain at his side and the numbness of his legs, and stumbled out of the Medicine Den. His eyes roamed the camp in search of his older brother, desperately searching for that black pelt that made him stand out.

Raggedfur briefly registered the sound of scuffling paws a few steps away, and he turned his head absently. What the Windclan warrior didn't expect was to see Stormtussle struggling to carry himself out of the medicine den. Cursing out loud, Raggedfur darted to his brothers aid. "Are you crazy?" He demanded, a snarl curling his muzzle as he glanced to make sure Stormtussle's wound hadn't reopened. The blood had seemed to clot and scab over for the most part, much to Raggedfur's relief, but he had no doubts that the wound could easily be reopened. "For gods sake, sit your pathetic behind down."

Hearing Raggedfur's voice. And a painful moan. Barkstripe turned. He flicked his tail at the sight of the groggy,bloodied,and tried looking Stormtussle. He flinched at the sight of the wounds. He then blinked and glanced at Heatherstar. He dipped his head,and slowly walked to the medicine den. He stayed a yard away. Not wanting to anger Raggedfur from getting too close.

Stormtussle shook his head and, ignoring his brother's snappy attitude and lack of good words, he invaded Raggedfur's personal bubble. He took a step forward, as that was all the space between the two males, and buried his face in the black fur on his brother's shoulder. Stormtussle let out a deep, shaky breath, breathing in the brute's scent to relax him. His body was trembling slightly but it slowly eased away with the presence of Raggedfur.

Raggedfur ignored Barkstripe as the warrior edged closer to him and his brother - Raggedfur had bigger burdens to bare. Though he initially tensed as his brother made contact with him, Raggedfur instantly relaxed and let out an exasperated sigh. Had it been any other wolf, Raggedfur would have probably thrown them off and shredded their ears, but he knew Stormtussle was only seeking comfort through his pain.

Barkstripe dipped his head at the two brutes. He flicked his ears at them. He yawned and laid down. He turned to Heatherstar while laying down. He blinked his groggy eyes.

Slowly, Stormtussle backed off of his brother and sat down. His grey tail immediately wrapped itself around his paws as he looked at the commotion in the camp. Heatherstar and most of the others were talking across the clearing., making the brute tilted his head curiously. "What's going on?" he asked with a nod towards the group, his voice a tiny bit weak but clear nonetheless.

The once beautiful if not weird looking warrior walked into camp. she stared up at heatherstar with no life in her black hollow eyes. her eyes swept over the camp taking in the brutes and lasses. with not a twitch of expression on her face as shenoticed her brother hanging with tallfeather. she turned and walked into the warrior den. curling up she shoved her face into her tail.

Raggedfur's eyes lingered on Stormtussle as his brother pulled away, his emerald gaze slowly sweeping the jagged wound in his brothers flank. Trust Stormtussle to do something as stupid and careless as getting stabbed by a dang root. Snorting to himself, the male turned his attention back to Heatherstar. "Were teamin' up with Sunclan to attack Stormclan." Raggedfur explained gruffly. "Stupid idea, if you askin' me. Windclan can hold their own."

Dark grey ears flicked back at the mention of attack. WindClan could hold their own, but this was an attack towards a joint Clan, not just an individual one. A sigh escaped his lips as Stormtussle glanced over at his brother through the corner of his eye. He knew for a fact that Raggedfur would want to fight, he always did as long as it was fair, and joining Clans with SunClan for a battle was sure to personally put a strike on his ego. With a small chuckle, Stormtussle fluffed out his fur. "What? Scared that they're goin' ta do better than ya?" he teased with a cocky grin, wincing slighting as he shifted his weight on his right paw.

Raggedfur snorted again at his brothers teasing words. How the imbecile could be talking and joking right now was a mystery to Raggedfur. Unable to cuff him upside the head for fear of reopening the still fresh wound, Raggedfur shouldered his brother lightly. "Can't no wolf do better'n me, and you best believe it." He told Stormtussle sternly, but Raggedfur knew his brother would be able to see through the firm tone of his words. "You oughta be miserable, ain't it? Unable to fight an all?"

Stormtussle chuckled, this one deep in his sternum."Nope, no wolf can do better than ya, mate." The grey brute smiled at Raggedfur and returned the light shoulder bump. It was a little strange, his wound that is. He'd gotten worse injuries before but never as deep. It worried the brute but he was a good enough actor not to let anyone, even Raggedfur, know about it. "And who says I'm not goin' ta fight?" he accused, hurt laced in his voice.

Raggedfur shook his head in incredulous disbelief at the genuine hurt in Stormtussle's words. Had the idiot seriously expected that he would be allowed in the heart of Stormclan camp less than a day after he'd been crippled? For such a clever kid, Stormtussle could be a real moron. "I say you ain't gonna fight," Raggedfur growled sternly, this time being sincere. "What, you think I'ma let you out there will yer fur all ripped to heck?"

Stormtussle's fur bristled up at Raggedfur's words. He got up and backed away until he was straight in front of his brother, eyes hard. "Of course I'm gonna fight, ya galah!" he growled. "I may be injured but I am not gonna lay around the camp like some bludger while I know you lot are off fightin' the enemy!" Stormtussle's tail was lashing behind him, his hackles raised at his brother. Just because he was injured didn't mean that he wasn't afraid to stand up to the whacker. The male couldn't see himself staying back at the camp just because of some stupid wound in his side, no matter how bad. The blood was already clotted up and scabbing so what did it matter?

Raggedfur's lips curled into a snarl at his brothers resistance. Stormtussle had always been a particularly stubborn wolf and an idiot to boot, so the fact that he was arguing about something like this wasn't surprising, but it still rubbed Raggedfur the wrong way. Rising to his feet, Raggedfur met his brothers furious gaze, irritation rearing up in his own green eyes. "Don't be an idiot," He snarled - or, at least, not an even bigger idiot than usual. "You go inta that battle and wha'? I spend the whole time makin' sure yer scrawny behind don't fall over and bleed yer guts out. It ain't happenin', Stormtussle." Raggedfur didn't expect his brother to let the matter drop, but like heck if he was letting his brother win this argument.

Brokenglare looked at Heatherstar. A battle? Well, I guess I'll show them what im made of then, no Brokenpup here..., the female thought. We are also having Sunclan as allies, how nice., she thought. She also had a question to ask. "Heatherstar, when will we meet up with Sunclan?"

Stormtussle snorted, the sound seemingly loud in the tense atmosphere surrounding the two wolves. He was staring down his brother, something that he usually held back on because all their fights and arguments were petty and easily turned into a playful banter. He wouldn't stand down now, though. "Ya can't tell me ta stay behind, Raggedfur," he growled out. "I'm my own person and I will fight along side my Clan. The only one who can stop me is Heatherstar."

Heatherstar's ears swivelled around to train themselves upon Barkstripe as he raised the first question. It was a good question, and also one she had asked herself during the time when she was analysing the whole idea. "We will not be dragging ThunderClan into this, because I do not think that they can be trusted. SunClan is our faithful ally and has the blood of WindClan flowing through it's veins, whereas how are we supposed to know wether ThunderClan, being the smallest Clan in the forest at this moment in time, has not already allied it's loyalties with StormClan? If the two Clans have indeed allied, then we could find ourselves in a very sticky situation." Finishing, Heatherstar hoped that her answered had given Barkstripe a sufficient amount of information, and moved swiftly on to the next question. "I think that the sooner the attack is launched, the better, so the convoy shall be leaving for SunClan shortly after this meeting is finished. Now, I ask one last time wether anyone wishes to raise a question before I select the wolves to join me in the battle."