[[&&&Meadowclan Camp]]

[alykat]

Night followed the leaders gaze and gasped quietly as the wounded tom staggered into camp. Blood caked his pelt and patches of his fur were missing. "Oh..." He mewed, his eyes widening. Badger attack? StreamClan? There was another clan in the area. Night nodded to himself. The 'border' must have been the scent line that he found before. Night turned to the cat that emerged from the herbal-smelling den. She seemed grumpy. Night would have to work on her too. A cat being attacked by a badger was no laughing matter, but she didn't have to look like she was going to claw the rest of his fur off. Her expression seemed to soften when the grey cat collapsed. Night shuddered and turned back to Cedarstar.

[Kiddo [le pwnsome]]

Icetail hurried to her reserves of herbs and started pawing through the neat stacks. Snatching several dry leaves, and twirling her tail through a swathe of cobwebs, she slid back down to the unconcious lump of grey fur. She plopped down next to the shivering tom and leaned over Stormclaw. His wounds were dirt encrusted, so she began to gently lick the jagged cuts, wincing and grimacing at the tast of blood and dirt, and the horrible texture of grit on her tongue. She could tell she was hurting him, from the way his muscles bunched under the flayed skin and fur.

When the scarlet and dark brown had mostly faded from the matted fur, Icetail peeled the cobwebs from her long tail, picking a few of her own white hairs from the insubstantial wisps, and pressed them over the cuts, already starting to leak blood again. As the cobwebs turned red and the blood stopped flowing as freely, she turned again and snatched up some oak leaves, that crackled and split as they were speared by her claws. She pressed them over the wounds as well, watching a few small flakes stick to her paws. She wraped some more cobwebs over the leaves, binding them down, and sat back. That was all she could do for now. She had never been very good with herbs, but at least they worked.

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[Cloud of Diamonds]

Stormclaw awoke and winced as the poultice was applied, but felt a sense of relief as he felt the oak leaf soothe his wounds a bit. He slept more, then opened his mint-colored eyes a while later to see that Icetail was gone. He flexed his legs experimentally and found with delight that they hardly pained him at all. He slowly stood up and quietly padded out of the den. He looked at the sky, realizing with a shock it was the half-moon. Icetail must be traveling to the MoonGlade. He sighed with envy as he imagined the holy place, brimming with starry spirits.

[Whiskers]

Mistystream had wasted no time. As soon as Tawnyheart offered her services, she uttered a quick, enthusiastic "be right back" before zipping off in search of Cedarstar. She simply couldn't wait to ask him if she could learn from Tawnyheart. He couldn't say no, could he? Tawnyheart would be safe with her, she'd make sure of that... and though they would be going out into the territory... well, it would be good exercise at least! Right? Right. Of course.

"Cedarstar? Cedarstar!" the silver she-cat spotted the larger tom close by and then darted toward him, her eyes focused on the goal ahead (though she made a note to ask what was going on later.) She stopped before him with big green eyes glittering like a kitten's.

"I was wondering if you would allow me to escort Tawnyheart out of camp. I wish to learn fishing from her!" Mistystream meowed cheerfully, then at the last second, realized she was being a little disrespectfu. "Oh right," she meowed before dipping her head quickly and clumsily. Would she ever get used to clan life?

Probably not.

"So... do I have your permission?"

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[Pie]

The air was warm, the night black. It was perfect hunting weather for Bearclaw. His green and gold molded eyes were wide with anticipation while his whiskers twitched to the scent of rabbit.
Smoothly, the tom ran his pink tongue over his jowls as he took one large paw and pushed it over the dirt packed ground. As he awaited for the creature to lower its head, Bearclaw bunched his body together like a slinky. Kneading his fore paws into the ground the large tom sprang from the ground like a bullet from a gun.
Paws spread as if he were to embrace the rabbit, he opened his jaws in order to clamp his teeth around the rabbit's neck. His satisfied look turned to one of horror as the skin around the rabbit began to break and it wipped around to show a hideously faced badger.
Twisting his direction, Bearclaw landed just a few hairs from the beast as it's smell plauged his nose. Panicing the MeadowClan warrior lashed a few strikes before attempting to flee. Pain laced his leg as the hooked claws ripped through his flesh, blue eyes flashing before him as a leaner feline flew over his head a deranged yowl escaping her lips -

Bearclaw's eyes flew open as he scrambled in his nest. Heart pounding he could hear his breathing roaring in his head. Blinking away the scenes of his nightmare he couldn't shake his sister's blue eyes imprinted behind his eye lids.
Struggling to gain back his regular breathing, Bearclaw shook his head in sharp movements as the smell of blood and badger refused to leave. Confusion lit upon his broad face as he stood from his nest and shouldered his way from the Warrior's Den.
Straining his ears forward Tigertail's unique tone reached him.

"...'Den we came back 'ere n' 'dat's it."

So it was a badger! Feeling his mouth rise around his teeth, Bearclaw padded forward to listen in. Stormclaw was being taken off to the Medicine Cat's Den (his wounds seeming horrid) and immediately Mistystream was there squealing like a kit.
Covering his laugh with a cough, Bearclaw looked at the she-cat with soft eyes. She sure was enthusiastic.
However, Bearclaw couldn't resist anymore.

"Ceaderstar, when you get a moment, I was wondering if you would like me to scout out the area and make sure the wretched thing is gone."[/b]

Flicking his tail tip about Bearclaw's warm voice came out in smooth tones, full of hope and persistance. [/size]

[hayy]

Lynxstorm adjusted his tail around him as he seated himself on a nice patch of dirt in an easily visible, but not in the way, section of camp. The ridiculously fluffy grey-brown coat of the young warrior had already begun to poof and knot, so he gave himself a few preening licks to keep it in order before he shook the dust off of his back and looked straight forwards. Finding himself looking appropriately dignified, already fed, and supposedly free of duties, he immediately retreated into his mind and his common-looking green-yellow eyes soon glazed over. They stared straight ahead, unmoving, and as the wind rustled Lynxstorm's fur into a more natural, puffy position, he wasn't physically aware enough to notice. Lynxstorm was the king of spacing out, and it was, perhaps, his favorite pass time. He was productive while spacing out, of course-he used the time to think-but it was spacing out all the same.
When thinking, but not quite in space-out mode, Lynxstorm would keep his ears tuned for any particularly stupid comments (a.k.a every comment, in his mind) that he wished to debate with the speaker of the comment, but now he was completely in his own world. And he was, of course, debating the nature of the self and objectivity.

[Crowzerplorodon]

Shuffling his paws, Tigertail looked between his leader and the few other cats who wanted Cedarstar’s attention. Man, being a leader meant keeping all of these cats please—Tigertail could never imagine having to do that. It seemed like a heckuva lotta work. ”So, bosscat, m’gonna leave ya’ ta’ deal wit’ these other here cats.”

He took a few steps back from Cedarstar, making his way closer to Bearclaw and giving the warrior a friendly nod. ”If ya’ gonna go out again, m’gonna come wit’ ya’.” He didn’t need to be seen to; Icetail was busy enough with Stormclaw. Speaking of which, Tigertail hoped his friend wasn’t suffering too much. They wounds had looked pretty nasty after all.

”We can take Lynxstorm wit’ us.” He had just noticed the long furred tom cat. Having another set of paws wouldn’t hurt and it wasn’t like the warrior was doing anything, now was it?

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[Cloud of Diamonds]

Stormclaw went back to the warriors' den to rest. Tomorrow would be another day.

Ooc: Yeah, I know it's short, but I just felt like tying this up so he could be free to do something else.

[hayy]

Lynxstorm didn't hear Tigertail, but if he had, he would not have been happy.

For one, he was thinking, and he sure as heck did not want to be bothered, and, for another, he wasn't a big fan of all the new rogues. He wasn't prejudiced by any means, but he disliked the inconvenience they presented, and Lynxstorm in particular resented the burden of his role as a warrior, and therefore a teacher. He was not the type to try to explain himself and wait for other people to catch up and figure out what he was saying, he wanted you to understand as soon as he did. The rogues simply added another new inconvenience that had to be taught, trained, and otherwise dealt with. To compound the issue, they all seemed rather similar, former pointless wanderers who now desired the security of a clan. If he was honest with himself, which he was, Lynxstorm wasn't all that different. He had never been a wanderer, per se, but he did simply desire the security that the clan offered. The key difference between him and a rogue who desired security, however, was that he wanted it not for safety issues, but to have time to think.

Anyways, as it was, Lynxstorm remained motionless, except for his top right whisker, which twitched slightly. He was trying to figure out if he could envision what it would be like to not be him, and he was currently failing miserably-even if he tried to just figure out what it would be like to be a different cat, what it would be like to be, say, Cedarstar-he just couldn't do it. Lynxstorm was determined to try as hard as he could before he discounted this as an possibility, even though the evidence so far supported his original assumption.

[roscoe]

His brown fur caught on a bush he passed too closely; he could feel the fibers pull from his skin. Just another MeadowClan marker, he thought gloomily. How often would things like this happen, injury to protect what belongs to them? To guards their camp and keep is safe from harm? His eyes shadowed over and he berated himself for thinking too critically. There was no need for such thoughts over fur and a bush.

Bramblefang approached the fresh kill pile slowly, placing the two field mice he had managed to catch down on top of the pile. They’d make a hungry cat happy, he supposed, turning to see what the ruckus that was going on in the middle of the clan was. His paws carried him to Cedarstar, where he sat and listen to the leader address Tigertail, before turning back to deal with the rogue. Bramblefang, however, watched as Tigertail speak with Bearclaw and Lynxstorm, nodding his agreement.

“Cedarstar, I will take these three out, if you do not mind,” he said easily, nodding to Tigertail, Lynxstorm, and Bearclaw as a signal for them to follow. “We will go now, no sense in delaying it.” His tail was a little higher as he made his way to the edge of camp, waiting for the others at the exit.