January 2, 2020 at 9:19 pm #4547HornetstarParticipant
Finally, after far too long without a home, ShadowClan had settled into their new camp. It was snuggled up to the front of a cliff side, surrounded by thick pine forests on all other sides. It was well defended, on much higher ground than their previous camp, and a good fresh start. His Clanmates still looked sickly sometimes, but he could already tell they were rapidly all getting better. Recovery was a slow process, he knew, but it was taking ever last ounce of his patience not to… Not to… Well, the problem was that there wasn’t much he could do. A leader only had so much power, even if they had nine lives, or eight in his case. Helping Smokewisp organize patrols and doing whatever work he could by himself was the only option available. He knew just how much help StarClan was.
With an eye roll to himself at the thought, he jumped onto the cracked mossy rock in the center of the clearing, located closer to the back of camp than the front. “Those old enough to catch their own prey, gather beneath the Mossy Rock,” he yowled, settling on his haunches as he waited for everyone to focus on him. They hadn’t been in their new camp very long, and he thought it time to make it actually feel like camp. What better way then a warrior ceremony, or two in this case?January 4, 2020 at 7:13 pm #4595LuxParticipant
Smokewisp – Shadowclan Deputy
She waddled her way into camp, a bundle of prickly nettles hanging gingerly from her jaws. Moving int he new camp had gone smoothly, and its natural defenses had halved their work. But, there was still much to be done. She fumbled her way towards the nursery, planning to strengthen the outside with nettles to deter wayward predators. The last thing they needed was a stray snake visiting the kits. She began gently pushing the nettles into the cracks, wincing as one poked the tender flesh of her pads. Moments later a yowl cut through the air. Hornetstar was perched upon the mossy boulder, prepared to host their first clan meeting int he new camp. She dropped the nettles and limped over, giving him a reassuring smile. She had intended for this to be Skunkpaw’s naming ceremony as well, but his sickness had postponed her plans. He’d have his turn soon, but first he needed his final assessment.
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