Marshes

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Wet and shadowy, not many wolves come here or find it even close to being comforting. Stunted trees grow everywhere and it seems to be dark most of the year. Snakes make their home here, and the occasional herd or other hoofed animal rarely wander through. ShadowClan makes its home here, and most are comfortable and know exactly where not to step. Others may not be so lucky.

Willowmist backed up slightly as he snapped at her muzzle once again, taking a short step back before simply tilting her head. She truly thought she could trust him not to hurt her, but if he was too better an old wolf like her than someone else. Anger shone in his eyes, and the way he moved signaled more anger than she had imagined in him. I need to work on observing things... She stood and in a steady voice questioned the male, "You going to keep snapping at me, or are you willing to talk? I'm here to hear you out, because you know I can go on talking forever..." She smiled realizing she was starting to talk and was on the roll to continue, but Willow had managed to pause. Her old body shivered slightly, as she lifted her grizzled head to stare at him straight in the eyes.

Goldenpaw ran into the marshes, gathering as many twigs, leaves, and brambles as possible. She nodded to Owlscreech and Willowmist. "There might be a battle. You might want to help!"
Camp, again

He bristled his fur and growled "Starclan has forsaken the clans". hearing the news he grinned, "good, i need the practise to rip out some fur". he stomped out of the marshes, ignoring the marshes mud that clung to his fur in goblets.
-camp

Willowmist smiled as he began to respond only to get an angered reply. The female simply sighed until Golden came in. She turned to hear about a battle and instead of following the exiting wolves, she sat in the mud, not caring in the least. She just looked down at the shallow pool of water.

after a bit, the old grizzled female simply stood and walked back to camp.

-Camp

[Pretend gold came here] 

Golden ran swiftly and quietly through the bushes. "Oh god, no. Why couldn't you wait!" She growled as a sharp pain came through her. "I'm supposed to be leaving... why does everything go wrong." 
[I'm too lazy, she had her pups, and is taking them to camp.]
~Camp

( Well here's my repost since I can't find the Four trees topic :C )

Blue arrived in this unknown area for her. She looked around carefully and took the scent of the place. She could smell Stormclan wolves but the scent was old so it didn't bother the young fae. Blue then looked around and spotted one perfect place where she can hide. She slowly stepped around as she reached it. She laid in the soft grass which covered and hid her body fully. Then the blue fae curled her long fluffy tail around herself and snuggled into it, using it as a pillow. She lowered her ears and then slowly closed her eyes, falling asleep.

Whitestorm walked through the marsh land wondering where bluepaw had wondered off to. The male yawned shaking his head as he felt sleepy. As he found bluepaw fast asleep care free not knowing it was dangerous to be out here alone at night but she wanst just out here she was fast asleep in the middle of the marsh lands the male sat next to her, "You are something else." Whitestorm said with a chuckle of amusement. As he set there thinking about when he was an apprentice and how fun everything use to be.

Blue was sleeping deeply. Her ears twitched at times when flies or butterflies were flying around her. Even though she was asleep she heard familiar voice. Her eyes did not open. Blue thought she was dreaming which made the blue apprentice snuggled into Whitestorm's body. In her dream he was her father and maybe that's why the long tailed wolf smiled. Once again her ears lowered as she continued sleeping.

Opalwing was walking along and she heard someone weakly calling for help, she flicked her white tail. Perhaps this was her chance to show that she wasnt all spoilt and self centered. Her ears swivled around and she dashed along, black nose being used to scent. The familiar scent of swiftpaw flooded her nostrils. She soon pulled up to a stop and found little swiftpaw. Her jaw dropped with a gasp as she saw the bloodied apprentices face. A badger must have done this to her! The elegant white fae gently leant down and gripped the apprentice by the scruff of her neck. She turned and hurried back to camp
-camp

The handsome blue wolf stalked up her eyes glittering with annoyance, she perked her ears noting bluepaw and Whitestorm. How perfect more annoying pathetic toadbreaths. She muttered things under her breath then turned heading for the Carrionplace. She had been there as a pup and she knew that not many wolves went there. hunting the rats on the unfamiliar terrain would also provide a challenge
-carrionplace

Bluepaw finally woke up. She noticed Whitestorm's body beside her. She looked up at him, he seemed to be also resting. Since his eyes were closed the long tailed wolf desided to leave him quietly. She rolled away from him as she suddenly got up. The blue fae desided to visit the borders again, and to say the truth she wanted to visit only one.

~Carrionplace~

Whitestorm woke up in the long grass noticing bluepaw had left. He got up shaking his large body. "Where did she go now." The male said with a yawn as he picked up her scent to the boarders.

-Sc/wc boarder-

Shadowclaw mumbled curses under his breath. He followed the little pup's scent and came to a bush. He snorted and peeked over it. The brute stared quietly. "Jesh kid...You such an idiot." He then pounced over the bush,when a snake snapped from the trees by his neck. He back away,but quickly snapped back. He took the neck in hold and thrust it away quickly. He didn't feel the small bite already in his shoulder. He then grabbed the pup by the scruff. "Come on." That was when he noticed she was stuck. The brute growled. He heaved again and she came out with a pop. "Your getting back to camp." Shadowclaw stalked away. A sulky look on his face.
-Stormclan camp-

There, a perfect subject. A strong adolescent would work just fine. Hiding behind a bush, the Two-Leg put a dart in the tranquilizer gun with a steady hand. If the wolf saw her she would be in big trouble if a weapon was not already in her hands. It seemed for now that she was undetected, and thus continued her work of writing down what she observed about the male. Soon enough she was ready. With a deft movement she moved to the side and crouched by the edge of the shrub. Looking down the sight and taking a careful shot, soon the dart was imbedded in the unsuspecting wolf. Minutes later it was down, unconscious by the looks. Carefully the woman put her gun in her bag, slung it over her shoulder. Kneeling down she picked up the heavy wolf and carried him back to her Jeep, where he was put into the backseat into a cage. Climbing into the driver's chair she started the car. The engine revved into life and moments later she was gone, moving towards an unknown location.

Dracopaw turned with a snarl before being hit with something. He slumped over, a small howl for help cut off. He was unconscious, in a state of hiatus. He didn't even get to say goodbye.

Whitestorm sprinted to the marsh, as he skidded to a holt. The white male looked around, "Bluepaw! Bluepaw! Where did you go." The male barked loudly as he sprinted around looking through the thick grass and jumping around, to see over the long grass, the scent of bluepaw was stale here she hadn't come her since he was with her, the male decided to move on.

-Burnt Sycamore-