SuperClan Camp

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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.

Batwing padded back to camp. His dark pelt blending into the rock. He shifted with the darkness and shadows,then sat down by the fresh-kill pile. He flicked his tail,and blinked his black eyes. Which looked more like black slits in the darkness. Batwing flicked his tail. He felt dull,and wanted an adrenaline rush. Batwing stood up,and padded out of camp once again.
-Lower Valley-

Thunderstrike regarded Catclaw with a cool, even gaze. His rotund head held high to look at her in the eyes, yet relaxed all the same. His ears twitched to the silent consumption of the rabbit by his brother, a sigh escaping his own muzzle. He swept his tail across the ground and wagged it, thumping it quietly against Silvertongue's side as if attempting to give the usually sour seeming male a comforting pat. Thunderstrike turned briefly to look at Silver before turning back and offering Catclaw a smile.

Batwing returned to camp. He pasted by Catclaw,Silvertongue,and Thunderstrike. He blinked,and went to the warrrio's den. He laid down and yawned.

Catclaw nodded to Thunderstrike, smiling at him brightly. The male had quite a reputation around these parts for being a vicious fighter. The spy much preferred to stay in the shadows and not in the open when she was defending herself, but Thunderstrike's accomplishments were admirable all the same. Silvertongue, on the other hand.. Catclaw didn't know much about him. The wolf seemed quite reserved to her and never engaged in any playful antics that seemed to come his way. He intrigued her for some reason, though she didn't quite know why. Turning her gaze back to Thunderstrike she asked, "It's rumored that you're the best fighter in all of SuperClan. Is that true?" Letting out a laugh, she glanced over at Silvertongue again but was unruffled by what seemed like his silent judgement.

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Hawkeye returned, his fur stuck up in odd ways as he padded back into the cave. The hunt had been glorious today, and finally he had time to stretch his legs. The atmosphere was back to normal, without tension, thank the lord. That Poisonivy girl seemed to be trouble, but of course he would tease her again if he had the chance.

Thunderstrike turned to look at Silvertongue briefly, his smile never failing to be kind and the same for all. The male turned his large head back to Catclaw as she spoke, rather impressed by what she asked. He would never think that anyone would really ever ask him that, and by asking him they really put him in the spot light. Thunderstrike's ears folded in slight embarrassment at her words and grinned from ear to ear. He had no idea what to say and at the same time refused to sound arrogant or proud, he didn't want to make himself look like a fool in case he lost sometime. "Well, I guess it depends, I have gotten beaten before like... the time..." He spoke with slight pauses in between his words as he decided what to say as he spoke. Finally with an idea he went all out for it, "It's all a matter of opinion, if you have fought me, you may think I'm good. If I have beat you, you may think I am really good. If you have simply watched me fight, you may think you can take me on. So it all depends on you, but I still highly appreciate those words not many like to say I am a good fighter." He gave her a wink and sat up slowly.

Batwing felt bored and tired. he flicked his ears. Bat then noticed Hawkeye was in camp. He snorted and laid his head down on his paws. He blinked his black eyes. He felt tired,and anted to do something.

Catclaw smirked, her tail lashing back and forth. She looked at Thunderstrike with interest as he seemed to be about to describe one of the battles where he was defeated. But then he trailed off and changed that subject slightly. The black wolf then sat down and said, "I've also heard a rumor that you're a shoe-in for Deputy. Some haven't been too happy about that, either." Allowing a light chuckle to escape from her jaws she then added, "Your strength may be quickly attracting enemies, warrior."

Blackwidow arrived at camp and went straight for the fresh kill pile. she picked up a rabbit and settle down to eat it. she then finished her meal. she saw Thunderstrike and went over and said " hello Thunderstrike." Blackwidow was soo tired from the climb with Poisionivy. but she didnt know her clanmates that well and decided that maybe she should stop being stubborn and mean and interact.

Thunderstrike looked past Catclaw, as he heard his name. Realizing it was Blackwidow, he simply smiled and bowed his head out of habit. "Greetings, Widow... Black Widow." He blinked and nodded to himself as if saying it was okay before turning his gaze back upon Catclaw as he waited patiently for her reply. His ears relaxed, flopping slightly as he curled his tail over his back paws as he sat poised and neat.

Poisonivy went in and padded straight to her den. She was too tired to talk to anyone. Curling up in her nest the russet fae fell in to a deep sleep.

Poisonivy awoke. The russet fae yawned and walked out of the den. She padded to fresh kill pile and chose a bird.
"Hey guys." She muttered sleepily to the wolves around her.

Blackwidow gave a weak and tired "hey" to Poisionivy. Turning back to Thunderstrike " You can call me Widow or just Black if you want, i dont really care." she walked into the warriors den and flopped down in exhaustion.

Batwing noticed Poenivy and gave her a flicked of his ears. He sighed and sat up. He rolled his shoulder and stood outside. His black fur lay flat on his back. Which made him look sleek. He snorted and padded to the fresh-kill pile. He took a vole and laid by the stream. Where he passed by Spanglestar. He gave him a curt nod,and then laid down. Chewing his vole slowly.

Batwing noticed as Poisenivy padded over to the medicine den. Hmm,well I doubt shes hurt. Shes fully capable of herself. Bat shrugged and yawned. He quickly finished his vole and,licked his muzzle. He stood up and stretched his back and sighed. He turned to the warrior's den. And collapsed almost instantly.

Batwing cringed as he landed on a rock. He sat up side-ways. His eye twitched and he growled under his breath. He sighed and lowered his head. He then curled up on his bed slowly. His breath slowing.
He heard peace and quiet. I doubt it'll last long. He sighed and curled his tail around him. Closing his bleary eyes.

Jokergrin has his usual devious smile to his face, his eyes calm as he walked around. There was a tint of thought behind his plans. His plans remained hidden as his trail swayed from side to side. He would succeed and he knew it.

Blackwidow saw Jokergrin and walked over to him. "hello Jokergrin what are you up to now." she asked mildly curious. she knew that he was always up to something, and see liked to see the end result of his plans. he is a mastermind, she thought to herself.