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."

Barkstripe was awoken by some faint growled. He opened his eye and sat up. He glanced and around and sighed. The morning mist had set in. He blinked his eyes several times. Then stood up and arched his back in a stretch,Bark then padded outside. He took a deep breath and glanced around.

Snowflower tilted her head. She yawned as she slowly made her way over to Duskfang. "She frowned. "I think....some of them...aren't.... healthy."she murmured. She spoke of the pups in her stomach. She didn't feel as much kicks as she did before. The fae grew more worried. "It's as if...some...are, how do you say...their inactive, sleeping."she huffed.

Brokenglare listened closely at what Crookedjaw said. "That must have hurted alot, where did you fall from to receive such a wound?", the female asked curiously, as she couldn't really get any idea about where that could have happened. The gorge was too tall, and the mountains in the Sunclan territory isn't accesable for pups from a different clans. She flicked her ear quickly while waiting for an answer.

"I was messing around with my brother and I fell and hit a rock. It didn't hurt as much as you would think. I had fainted." He looked at her.

Barkstripe noticed taunts coming from a ways away. He lowere his eye lids and sighed. Most likely something to do with Raggedfur. He sighed,then heard heard stomps echoing out of camp. He frowned but shrugged. "He'll have to try and solve that soft spot with Storm inside." He turned and padded to the fresh-kill pile. He bent down and sniffed it. He nudged through the prey,and took a plump rabbit. He could see Snowflower talking with Duskfang. He padded over and tilted his head. He set down the rabbit gently. "Want to share?"

Grizzlypup's ears twitched a the sounds of angry voices. He sat up and yawned. He arched his back in a stretch,and smacked his lips. He noticed a tail disappear put of the camp. He rolled his eyes and yawned. He sat outside and curled his tail around his paws. Already feeling the heat of day.

Snowflower flattened her ears. She slowly padded away to a border. Maybe she could think there. About what to do.

-TC/WC border-

Barkstripe frowned as the white fae padded away. He shrugged. He turned to Duskfang. "Go after her. You like her right?" He grinned,then took a bite of the rabbit.

"Oh, I see...", Brokenglare said calmly. "I guess it would be worse if you hadn't fainted.", she said in an uplifting tone. She figured out falling at a rock could be enough to break the jaw of a pup. Pups hadn't too strong jaws after all.

"No it would of hurt more if I hadn't fainted. I wasn't very lucky I guess." He looked at the fae. SHe was very nice.

Barkstripe watched the brown wolf as he did nothing. He shrugged and sighed. "I'll eat it myself then." He laid down in his stomach. His ears twitched as he stayed eating the rabbit. He felt tired and had already lost his appetite,but he hadn't had a meal for quite a while.

Okami looked over her shoulder to see Raggedfur leave camp, she twitched her ears seeing the fury flash from his pelt. Her black as the void eyes narrowed a little, someone must have said some dastardly things to get Raggedfur that angry, a little snarl rippled out from the normally passive wolfs throat. Innardly a little suprised at herself for becoming so angry she slipped outo f camp like a ghost.

Barkstripe finished his meal,and licked his bloodied muzzle. He yawned and rolled onto his back. He gazed up at the sky. His golden eyes carefree. He grinned and sighed peacefully.

Grizzlypup stood up and padded over to the wolf who was sitting down. He stayed put of her sight thought. He sniffed her sweet scent and snorted. He yawned and sat down behind a tree.

Jadefeather looked around camp and rose to her paw. She was about to walk over to Duskfang to see how her old mentor was doing, but instead headed towards her old friend, Amberleaf noticing the troubled look on her face. "Hey. What's up?" She asked the female once she was in earshot and tilted her head to the side a little in question.

Brokenglare tilted her head curiously. "I don't see how not fainting makes it less painful, you don't really feel anything when you faint, right?", she said in a more confused manner. She hadn't fainted before, so she didn't know much about it and how it works. She enjoyed talking to him, though. Other wolves rarily stopped by just to strike a conversation with her.

Amberleaf sighed as one of her friends saw her distress. "It's Hurricanepaw, I took him to the borders and we ran into a ThunderClan wolf, he was nothing but rude when the warrior and I were just talking." She said, she was confused on why he had done what he had done. What was the point of being rude to Ottersky?

Jadefeather frowned at first as she heard the news and twitched her tail in sympathy. "Maybe he was just trying to prove himself. Show off that he can be a strong warrior." Jade commented and shrugged. She hadn't been there to hear so couldn't make a fair judgment but from what she knew, Hurricanepaw was a quiet and peaceful wolf. "Where is he now?" She asked.

"If I had fainted I might not of waken up." He looked at the beautiful wolf. The only thing wrong with her was her smile. As for him his ja was crooked.

"Oh, I see...", Brokenglare answered. He must have fallen hard to be able to pass out forever by it..., she thought to herself. She let out out a more warm smile. "Anyway, do you wanna go hunting?", she asked and shaked her long fur free from all kind of things that had decided to camp there.

"I would love to with a beautiful wolf like you. Where to?" He liked this wolf but didn't let himself get ahead of himself. He looked at her.

Brokenglare blushed slightly under her fur as she heard herself being referred as beautiful. "Why not the moors?", she said. "There should be plenty of prey there at this time of the year.", she continued. This wolf charmed her a little, she always saw herself as "The less pretty" of the clan.