SuperClan Camp

Hidden deep in the tunnels of caverns lays the camp. It take a certain route(enter, two lefts and a right turn) to get to it. The camp is made of three levels and has a hole is the ceiling like in mouthermouth Where when the moon and sun are at their peeks they are full visible. The Leander's den is at the front of the camp on guard. It is made of a tucked in hole in the wall on the higher level of the camp. The higher level is for the leader only and is where he stands for meetings on a lookout point called High Edge. The warriors' den is not far off, a collection of boulders on the second level with a large gap underneath for he wolves to sleep under. The apprentice den is another hole in the wall, this one across from he warriors'. On the final level lies the medicine den and nursery. The nursery is twos the rocks slumped together to form a teepee sort of den with the wall as its back. The medicine den is much like it only larger. On the lower level there is also a cavern stream going across the ground. It's very shallow and not a danger to any pups.

Spangledstar lay on top of Night Edge, his tail swinging softly over the edge as he watched the clan life below. All was quiet in the life of SuperClan and nothing seemed wrong with any of the wolves. The light blonde wolf sighed before rising to his feet, carefully padding down two levels of the camp to the small stream to get a drink of water.

The camp wasn't much, just something he had found when he's woken up. It gave him nightmares at night, which he was lucky that he was on the top floor, and sometimes even daymares. The memories in the caverns were long and horrid but it was home.

Spangledstar shook his head at the young warrior. "I'll pass," he said softly, his body flinching slightly at the water. The stream wasn't deep or dangerous but the male didn't wish to partake in games that would involve the liquid. If he could avoid it, he did.

Poisonivy saw the wolf jump into the water. As she got splashed she narrowed her eyes with disgust.
"Stop goofing off. We need to start hunting, not splashing like a duck!" The she wolf said shaking out her russet coat; her green eyes shining brightly in the dark.

Thunderstrike exited the warriors den, his head held high though sleep shadowed the depths of his blazing orange eyes. His first reaction was to look around the cavern, his ears perked high and catching every sound. Spiderbite playing in water and their leader, Spangledstar just above him. Assured he shook out his thick pelt, a charming smile playing across his lips as he began to toggle what to do today in his mind.

Poisonivy sighed. She padded off to the warriors den. Seeing Thunderstrike she smiled a bit deviously.
"Hey Thunderstrike, want to go hunting?" She asked sweetly, adding an inoccent charm to her voice.

Spangledstar nodded his head to the younger wolf. "I'm fine," he assured him with a wiry grin. The male backed away slowly with a nod to the other. "You can carry on." With a small huff, Spangledstar carefully jumped over the stream to the other side, his muscles tight and ridged as he landed. A small shake of the pelt and head later, the male slowly sat down and began to groom himself, watching the slow Clan activity once more from the corner of his eyes.

The large warrior looked over his shoulder and spotted the russet coloured wolf. His orange eyes gave her a quick look-up and down, before stopping upon her bright green eyes. His rounded ears perked forward as he walked over, incredibly light upon his feet. He smiled dashingly his tail wagging softly. "Greeting Ivy of Poison." He shook his head, not quite used to the names, "Excuse me, PoisonIvy. And I would be delighted to accompany such a lovely dame as yourself on a hunt."

Poisonivy smiled, the male seemed quite polite.
"Thank you, that means a lot coming from you. Where shall we hunt though?" The russet she-wolf asked, her vivid green eyes seemingly glowing in the dark.

Thunderstike had not thought of this, How foolish of me. He thought as he glanced around. He smiled, a favorite place of his was the Willow. With a soft turn he tilted his head, "How does the Willow sound, on a lovely day like this?" His deep, soothing voice rolled, echoing slightly in the cavern as he watched her in the dim light.

Batwing padded back into the large cavern. He set down 2 mice on the fresh-kill pile. He licked his muzzle. He muttered curses under his breath. "At least its not bat again." He snorted and stalked into the pile of rocks he called his nest. He passed Thunderstrike and Poisenivy. He sighed and curled up in his wet moss.

"It sounds delightful. I just hope the prey is plentiful there!" Poisonivy said smiling. She had a plot in her head. A plan, and she wasn't going to lose it. Poisonivy was quite fond of Thunderstrike but she knew survival was more important than love.
"Shall we?" She asked, padding to the Willow.
-Willow-

Smelling a disgusting smell,his neck fur prickled. He stood up and growled. He knew the master of pranks was hiding. "SPIDERBITE!!!" He snorted and stood in the entrance of the den. He was annoyed and agitated. "Stupid little kid." He muttered under his breath.

Thunderstrike followed the female, looking back over his shoulder to see if he could catch a glimpse of Hornedmenace. Upon not seeing him, he shrugged and began to pad out. His soft steps upon giant paws led him quickly before passing the female slightly. He did not catch the looks in her eyes as he smiled and began to run, "Let us hope."

Batwing snorted. He muttered curse after curse under his breath. "If that moron becomes deputy." He snorted. "I'll die." He flicked his tail and crawled back into the den. He took a stick,and picked up the bile. Then smeared it al over Spiderbite's nest. He snorted and threw the stick in there as well. Bat then went went to go check in his leader. Spanglestar was on High Ridge. He hopped up with him and sat down. Curling his tail around his paws. He blinked,wondering if his leader wanted to talk.

Blackwidow walked out of the warriors den and saw Batwing. "hello Batwing, how are you this evening." she was a little stiff sleeping on the cave ground and thought about collecting something to make it more comfortable. she shook out her reddish fur.

Batwing gazed down at the young fae. He blinked and flicked his ears. "Not much. But I suggest you stay away from Spiderbite's nest." He snorted and glanced back at Spanglestar. He blinked and waited for him to speak.

she cocked her head to the side in confusion when batwing said to stay away from Spiderbite's nest. she looked up and saw that her leader looked as though he was going to address the clan. she really liked this clan even if it was just being established, they had been nothing but kind to me. she thought to herself as she waited.

Thunderstrike raced into camp, before slowing down and taking a deep breath. Confidence surrounding him, he walked in calm and collected. His gaze took in the area in a few quick glances as he made sure all had remained the same. The camp changed rarley but he did so anyway to make sure.

Poisonivy padded in next to Thunderstrike. She smiled warmly then dropped the prey in the pile.
I can not lose guard of what is important... I just can't. the she-wolf thought. Sitting down contently. Her vivid green eyes shimmering with ambition.

Seeing that PoisonIvy had made it to camp well, Thunderstrike stood. He padded towards the warrior's den, peaking in slightly before walking off once again. The large male watched as Ironheart padded in, and nodded, once again watching out for everything and anything. Fianlly sure he flopped down and closed his eyes, sprawled out by the den.

Spangledstar's nose twitched as he saw wolves return from hunts, a small smile on his face. The smile faded, however, when he noticed Ironheart. The wolf was limping - though not visibly to the naked eye of someone who did not know the brute as well as he - over to a rock to lay on. A snort escaped the leader's lips before he could hold it back. Typical Ironheart. With a heaved sigh, Spangledstar rose from his seated position and leaped back across the stream and over to his friend's side. "Ironheart," he said with concern and sternness locked in his voice. The ability to protect all his clan and friends his strongest urge, one that he never fought.

Blackwidow turned as she watched Thunderstrike and Poisonivy come in. "hello Thunderstrike and Poisonivy, how are you guys." " did you guys enjoy your hunt?" " maybe next time i could join you," she said more like a question.

Thunderstrike looked up, blinking quickly. Upon spotting Blackwidow he smiled. "Widow!" He stood, and rolled his slightly tense shoulders, "Well I was unfortunate, and did not catch sustenance for the clan, but Ivy did. And I would be delighted to hunt with you sometime."