StormClan Camp

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From the old StormClan post:

The StormClan camp is surrounded by prickly bushes and is well protected against outsiders. It is in the middle of a forest, a cross between ShadowClan and RiverClan camps. The nature of this causes the camp to become misty on particularly humid days. The leader's den are two big rocks that balance each other, creating a tunnel which is relatively large in nature. Plant matter hangs over the entrance and shields the inside from view. The elder's den is a large thorn bush, hollowed in the inside for comfort. It is well protected. The warriors den is an abandoned fox den which lost the scent of its previous owners long ago. The den has been expanded further by its new warrior inhabitants and is large enough for all of the warriors of the Clan. Beside this den is the apprentices den, which is a tree trunk which had fallen over long ago in a storm and over time was hollowed out by the elements. The nursery is similar to the Elder's den, as it is well protected by thorns and has a secure wall.

(Found by Silentpaw, above den ideas by Silentpaw)




Owlscreech's post:

Owlscreech shook himself and gave darkpup a good hard stare warning him to be quiet. he then regarded skyfeather for a few moments before saying "Slypaw, go fetch some moss and wet it then bring it here, Skyfeather needs a drink". he fluffed up his fur then stood turning he noted his sister glancing around for someone and rolled his eyes irritably. he lashed his tail and stomped over toward shadestar he sat down and said in an iron voice "all of Skyfeathers pups are small, very small and not a single one came out nose first the way starclan intended pups to do. I have a feeling that these are illegitimate pups. the question is what are you going to do about it". his amber eyes watched shadestar, he personally would go back to shadowclan when the two clans split up again.

Owlscreech replied "Thats catmint, it helps heal greencough and whitecough, it grows in twoleg places and is very hard to find. its mouth watering, smell it and remeber its scent, it can save lives" thinking of how round Lunalight was he picked up some rasberry leaves and said "these are rasberry leaves they help stop bleeding"

He flicked his ears and said "thats enough for now, commit these two herbs to memory then go and make yourself a nest near mine, there is plenty of moss in the stores. good thing i always keep a good supply of herbs". he stared out of camp wondering how feathersoul was. his golden eyes closed and he moved his head to rest on his chest.

She knew that Goldenpaw followed her. She felt at least a little bit relieved knowing that her apprentice is ok. She walked in the warrior's den but Blue was not there. She became even more worried. She took a deep breath and dashed out of the camp following Bluestorm's scent.

~Burnt Sycamore~

Owlscreech began cleaning up his herb stores and going through them muttering insults to the herbs under his breath. his muscles ached with inactivity, he would go to the border to find some more watercress, he found it was good to wet fur with when wolves skins were hot. his ears angled toward the nursery where skyfeather was. he grunted and shoved her out of his mind. he wasnt the average medicine wolf but he was settled in his role now.

Luna entered the camp slowly pulling the dead body of Bluestorm. She pulled him almost in the middle of the camp as she began calling the medicine wolf's name. "Owlscreech... Owlscreech.." her voice could barely be hear but she continued calling until she did not saw the medicine wolf. "Please Owlscreech, help him.. Please save him.." she begged. She knew it was too late but she just didn't want to believe it. Her eyes were still cloudy and full of pain yet a little blessing of hope could be still seen.

Owlscreech stood and said to Twistedpup "find me a purple flower, its called lavender and mint, mint has wide green leaves" he walked out of the den and over to Lunalight. he began inspecting Bluestorm then flicked his ears saying "he died nobly, he saved this clan from the twolegs and their thundersticks, he will be revered in Starclan forever" he didnt voice his own doubts of Starclan not talking to the medicine wolves. he said "Lunalight, eat this" He placed a couple of poppyseeds on the ground beside her. he knew that she was suffering from shock "go and take a rest in my den, you need to rest. For yourself and your pups" he sat down and waited for twistedpup to bring him the herbs he had asked for.

She looked at the medicine wolf and listened carefully. She shook her head refusing to leave Bluestorm. She suddenly collabsed again beside his body. She moved near him as she touched her nose with his. His was cold and dry. She carefully placed her head on his chest as she whispered quietly. "Blue.. please get up... please Bluestorm.." She refused to believe not now. She couldn't even manage to tell him that she is expecting pups. This sorrow slowly covered her heart and soul. She laid down there next to him, with head on his chest not moving an inch away from him. Her eyes were full with tears and pain and nothing and no one could ever help her now.

Darkpaw was about to reply to Graystar, when another wolf interrupted, saying that Graystar shouldn't take him to the Burnt Sycamore. He glared at the warrior, the cheerful state leaving his body. He recognized the warrior as the one who had stared at him when he was a pup. (Well, one of them anyway) He had known that the warrior had been thinking he was a bad omen because of his red. "I can take care of myself, you old fleabag!" he snarled. He was about to push his way past the warrior and out of camp, but a female warrior dragged the body of a wolf into camp before he did, and Darkpaw caught the scent of blood and death.

Darkpaw stared at the body of the dead wolf, and after a bit, he realized who the wolf was. A pang of sadness shot through him as he realized that the dead wolf was Bluestorm, the only wolf who he could relate to, and the only one who had ever been kind to him. The apprentice let out a low growl, before dashing out of camp and to the Burnt Sycamore.

~Burnt Sycamore~

Owlscreech glanced down and nodded "well done, the first leaves you had chosen were dock, you squeeze the juice of those onto torn pads, the second one you chose was mint very good" he gave her a flick of a grin before he said "we rub Lavender and Mint into Bluestorms fur now to prepare him for his ceremony" he showed twistedpaw how to do it.

(I'm really sorry I've been inactive lately, I was at a friend's house for two night which happened unexpectedly of course, and I was recently diagnosed with bronchitis and nausea)

Smiling as she was immediately greeted by her loving mate. She flicked her tail turning in a circle trying to get her blood circulating regularly. Leaning down she licked her pups reassuring them that she was alright. Her eyes glowing and her energy high in stick. Her paws yearned to wonder far and deep into the forest and through rivers. It was new-leaf and it was possibly the most wonderful time if the year. Heart beats were rocketing out of her chest as she rapidly wagged her tail. She was right, it wasn't her time just yet.

Magmafeather cursed loudly. These apprentices, so incompetent and daredevilish. Now Darkpaw would probably end up dead. Honestly. Hoping to prevent something, he quickly dashed off.

-Burnt Sycamore-

Lunalight was still lying next to Bluestorm's body. She was whining and nuzzling him in sorrow. Her head was on his chest but she could not hear his heart beating, not anymore. "Why.. Why won't you wake up?... Why did you leave me Blue?... Why?.." she whispred to him even though she knew that she won't get an answer. It was my fault she thought. I shouldn't let you leave the camp.. I shouldn't she continued blaming herself for this. "It should have be me.." she whispred.

Honeysplash frowned then walked over to Lunalight, she leaned against the female and murmured "come on Lunalight, you need rest. i know you dont want to leave him but there was nothing you could do. Look to the stars lunalight... his spirit is up there in one of them" the normally socially awkward brown femme was gentle and sweet toward this stricken she wolf. she gently nuzzled her as if she was a pup and began licking her neck fur

Suddenly the she-wolf heard a voice. It was Honeysplash. She did not glanced at her yet she could still hear her. Her words were gentle and kind but even they couldn't make the fae feel better. She looked at the sky when Honey mentioned his spirit. She really hoped that he is with Starclan. The warrior could feel the soft nuzzle and the tongue of the female. Suddenly she moved her front paws a little, then her back one until she got up. She continued watching her lover's lifeless body before turning her look to Honeysplash. "It hurts... It hurts so much..." her voice was quiet yet soft.

Honeysplash stared into the female warriors eyes with compassion "i know, it feels like a thousand cuts have been made and lemon juice has been poured into them, and then yoru heart. its squeezing so much it physically aches with pain. and your jaws they clench untill the bone within them aches" she gently placed her head on the other wolfs shoulder. in a wolf hug as such, she hadnt experienced it but she had imagined apache dead and the words just danced out of her mouth.

The female's words fully described Lunalight's condition right now. It was like she felt it before and knew what she was talking about. The hug that Honesplash gave her made the fae think that she's not all alone in the world at least for a minute. "Thank you." she whispered in her ear as she glanced at Blue's body again. She watched Owlscreech's apprentice cleaning his body. In few minutes he had the same appearance as before leaving the camp and our world. She still did not want to move from her place. "I won't rest, not until I bury him." she said as her tears ran down.

She nodded and said "any time my friend, and i will not leave you. ill stay with you" she smiled and removed her head sitting beside the warrior she watched as owlscreech and his apprentice prepared Bluestorm. she looked up to the star studded sky and began to howl. a song that seemed to burst from her heart. one of loss, but hope for the future. and a inner knowledge that he was watching them from starclan.

Luna really appreciated Honeysplash's words and actions. She listened to the song which was sang. Oh Bluestorm if you're with Starclan please forgive me for not saving you.. please.. she thought as she looked at the sky just for a second. She waited till the medicine wolf and Twistedpaw were done so she can take her last goodbye before burying him. This was the worst thing that Starclan ever done to her.

(I gtg now but I beg you pls don't bury Bluestorm. I want Luna to do it. Thanks in advance.)

Darkpaw walked into camp, his head low. He glanced at the lifeless body of Bluestorm before he walked past it and to the nursery. He went to the apprentices den to try to sleep. But when he lay down in his nest in the dark corner, he found that he could not. So he just lay there, thinking about his past, and about Bluestorm. The time that he had met the only wolf who had ever been kind to him, and the only one who Darkpaw felt he could relate to. But at least now it seemed as though he had another wolf that would be kind to him. And that wolf was his new mentor, Graystar.