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."

A medium sized wolf padded from the medicine wolf's den, as he arched his back, stretching it gently. Slowly, he stood back up and he flicked his ears in all directions. His paws stepped forward, as he walked along the camp, his tail bouncing from side to side. The brute then exhaled from his nostrils, looking about in directions. His blind blue eyes moved slightly, as he scented and listened around. Then, he violently turned his head at the sound of buzzing. "Stupid bees.." murmured the male, as he slowly sat down upon his haunches. His muzzle looked to face the direction he had come from, then he turned his head straight forward. Slowly, Bluepaw grinded his canines against one another.


[No idea on how to start this as a new player, so I took my best guess. xD]

Grizzlypup slipped in from the dirt place. Setting his own dirt there as well. He crawled through it and frowned. What's wrong with me? He sighed as he padded to the nursery. Cursing under his breath.

Raggedfur was ultimately dejected. It had been a long time since he'd been in a such a slump, and the large wolf didn't really know why he subjected himself to such sudden and irrational grief. Though he'd been sorrowed when Heatherstar and Duskfang passed and the memory was still fresh in his mind, his relationships hadn't been close enough with the two wolves to cause him the plummeting sense of despair he was for whatever reason suffering. Exhaling deeply, Raggedfur pushed himself into a sitting position and found himself tromping towards the closest wolf he layed eyes on; the young warrior, Sunblaze. Raggedfur had never been much for social interaction - okay, he prefered none of it at all - but right now he was craving the comfort that talking to someone brought. Sitting down heavily beside the younger wolf, Raggedfur flashed him a half glance. "Hey, kid."

Snowstar walked almost weakly into camp. She saw all her clanmates and looked back to see if Brokenglare and Jaime were following. She huffed. The female sat outside of the leaders den to await a discussion with the dog.

Brokenglare arrived shortly after her leader. "Huff, what a long way to walk, my legs feel a little bit sore, actually.", she said and chuckled a little. Chuckling seemed like a good way to stay cheerful, even though she still missed Heatherstar. She looked behind her a little. "Seems Jaime hasn't arrived yet.", she mumbled. She sat down and relaxed for a little.

Sweetshine was basically frozen in shock; everything had happened at once. And Snowstar had returned. The she-wolf closed her eyes to think before opening them again. Sweetshine thought maybe a good rest would help. She padded to her nest, and curled up. Sweetshine then closed her eyes, her breathing getting slower and slower, until it stopped. Sweetshine was dead.

Swiftstreak returned as he sat down alone. Away from the pack, he didn't really know why he even returned here. A place where he had no real friends. The only friend he had was taken away from starclan. The male looked around with his sore eyes. Before resting his head on his paws looking at the ground.

Brokenglare heard Bluepaw say something about another wolf being dead. She lowered her ears and looked very little amused. "What kind of curse has Starclan sent at our clan, anyway...?, she asked in a little bit angry tone, even though this seemed way too common to her. She took a look at her paws, which had finally stopped bleeding. If I keep doing things while I'm hurt, who knows what Starclan might use the chance for?, she thought a little bit worried. The light gray female walked over to the fresh-kill pile and lifted up a mouse to eat, hoping for it to calm down her worry a little.

Raggedfur watched through eyes narrowed in irritation as Windclan camp once again exploded in chaos. A low throbbing had started in his temple, harbinger to the headaches Raggedfur often suffered when under stress. Tired, pained, and still feeling slightly sorrowed for the recent deaths of his clanmates - and now Sweetshine, as well - Raggedfur rose to his paws and was just about to make for the warriors den for a much needed nap when another argument broke out in camp. Used to being one of the wolves that was involved in the majority of Windclan's conflicts, Raggedfur swiveled moodily on his paws to watch the young male Sunblaze challenging a new dog with apparent innocence. The dog, however, did not seem to want to listen and would have prefered to try and siphon a fight out of the cheery Windclan warrior. Figuring that he would intervene if the idiot young lings got too into it, Raggedfur sat on the sidelines, eyes increasingly slitted as they landed on the new hostile canine.

Swiftstreak was watching the others from his distant position as he watched the mutt who had randomly appeared while he was gone talk nonsense, which all the mutts did try provoke a fight from a wolf to prove themselves to, the clan that they could do what wild wolves can. The black male continued listening as he heard them talk about starclan, the dog blamed Heatherstar on her own loss of life, which didn't sit well with Swiftstreak. The large black dire wolf walked over with a snarl. "Listen here Punk do not come into our camp and disrespect our way of life or our leader." The male said in his harsh rough tone, as he bared his teeth down at the mutt, flexing his muscle. "What gives you the right to even voice your opinion. You haven't ever been raised in a clan..." The male said in a cold tone "Your just a twolegs little 'Let's go for a walk puppy.' The black male said those words laced with disgust. As he hated the mutts who seemed to join clans whenever the pleased. The male looked at the brown mutt with his sore eyes full of hate and sadness. Swiftstreak then turned around seeing raggedfur was far off, he returned to the middle of the clearing as he sat and looked over at Heather's Grave.