FireClan Camp

[Riverstar]

FireClan Camp

FireClan camp is in a clearing surrounding by upright trees that have grown tall from the Great Fire that ravaged their forest. Directly in front of the entrance stands a small sapling, stands a large Redwood, the roots pulled apart by the paws of StarClan to produce the leader's den. Above the leader's den, a low hanging branch is used for clan meetings. To the right of the leader's den the Medicine Cat's den can be located. The Medicine Cat uses the roots to hide her stores. Further to the right sits the apprentice den, built up with brambles and underbrush that the Clan found in the forest. The warrior's den is next to the apprentice den, built up with thicker and sharper brambles as it guards the main entrance to the Clan. To the left of the leader's den, the elder's den sit in front of a fall log. Built up with brambles and plenty of moss to keep the heat in, the elder's are well protected. Finally, next to the elder's den, the nursery is built in the same way that the warrior's den was built.[/center]

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[Aspenfall]

Aspenfall stretched in her nest, the light of a new dawn flashed pale in her eyes. She tiptoed over the tails of other warriors, not wishing to disturb them and gain their wrath of an early waking. Once outside the den, the she-cat breathed in the clean air with one deep breath, relishing the feeling in her lungs. "Good morning world," she purred to herself, happy to be alive on such a great day. Now, where to start? She wondered, looking around the camp for oppurtunities to be helpful.

[Mouserun]

Mouserun, the wily tom that he was, watched Aspenfall as she left the warriors' den, his eyes half-lidded as he began to wake up. The warrior yawned, clapping his teeth together as his stomach notified him that he was hungry. Leafbare was beginning to leave the harshest of the season, and Newleaf would be upon them before they knew it. Standing up, he pushed himself through the entrance, shaking his coat of loose brambles as he left. Quietly, he wandered over to Aspenfall, meowing greetings. "Good morning Aspenfall."

[Aspenfall]

"Good morning, Mouserun," Aspenfall replied after she settled down a little bit. The she-cat had been startled at the tom's sudden appearance, and her heart had took up a faster tempo as a result. Now that she calmed herself, she was able to carry on with her thought. "It's quite a lovely morning for the season of leafbare," she commented, making light conversation.

[Mouserun]

Mouserun sat next to her, having already startled the she-cat without meaning too. The gray tom stared around, white markings catching and reflecting the sun into his eyes. What snow was left in the camp that had not been trampled by patrols or wandering apprentices scattered the light in a variety of different directions. "Indeed it is. This must be newleaf is ready to chase away all our sorrows and all this lingering snow away. Full bellies again and the thoughts of new kits." Mouserun purred. He had a soft spot for kits, although he personally had none of his own.

[Aspenfall]

"Oh yes, I can't wait for the nursery to fill up again," Aspenfall replied happily, thinking of the mewling balls of fluff begging for food from their mothers, scrambling over their siblings. She purred at the thought, for she always enjoyed spending time in the nursery, and one day she might even be in there with kits of her own! "Perhaps you'll have a good reason to hang around the nursery this time, eh Mouserun?" Aspenfall suggested with a wink. "Any she-cats you're padding after?"

[Mouserun]

Mouserun shook his head politely. He would not have a reason to hang around the nursery this season. No she-cat had caught is eye, and he was rapidly approaching his time where he would have to retire to the elder's den. She-cat in the clan preferred the cats that were young and could jump to protect them. Mouserun was older, wiser in his years. He was not as springy and handsome as he once was, which was regrettable to some extent. He never had kits of his own to train and to pamper through the years. "Although that gift from StarClan would be most enjoyable, I shall probably never linger around the nursery for my own kits. She-cats want younger toms now-a-days."

[Duskstar]

"Your still a handsome tom."

Duskstar padded up to the two warriors conversing. She waved her tail in a friendly greeting. "I'm sure you'll find someone Mouserun." Her pale gold eyes looked between the two cats. There was no reason the two couldn't be together. Aspenfall was a pretty she-cat who firmly believed in StarClan. Mouserun was an older tom who was well-known throughout FireClan.

A small smile appeared on her maw at the thought of the two together. But she kept these thoughts to herself.

[Owlbreeze]

Owlbreeze shifted in his nest, eyes closed. He heard faint voices outside but he didn't rise. The tom couldn't bare to leave the warmth of his nest to go outside in the Leaf-bare cold.

Come on Owlbreeze! Get up!

The brown tom sighed inwardly and slowly rose to his paws. His jaws parted in a yawn as he stretched the sleep from his body. He padded to the entrance of the den and saw it was Aspenfall and Mouserun talking quietly together. Then Duskstar appreared.

Might as well go out there. he thought to himself and started padding towards the trio.

[Snowfeather]

The sun shined, while the birds sang far away. It was early in the morning, too early for any activity but dawn patrols, and hanging around camp, chatting. That's what most of the warriors were doing at this time, as Snowfeather padded out of her den. She yawned, stretching back as her maw stretched wide. Straightening up, she blinked any remaining sleep from her eyes, and padded over to them.”Hello.”She said with a slight smile, and a wave of her tail. She glanced around camp, before sitting down, curling her tail around her paws. It was a lovely day, which she hoped to spend doing something productive. As long as it wasn't healing injured wounds. There hadn't been an attack in a while, and she didn't want one on the brightest day. But it had been too long... the other clans had to be planning something. It would be shocking if they weren't.

[Owlbreeze]

"Hello Snowfeather!" Owlbreeze called from afar. He had always admired the white she-cat for taking the place of their old Medicine cat.

[Snowfeather]

She heard her name called, and slowly turned her head, pulling to her feet as she did. Noticing Owlbreeze, she padded over to him, before standing in front of him. Sitting back down, she once more curled her long white tail over her paws.”Hello.” She spoke with a smile on her face, before glancing around once more, trying to seem as casual as possible. She didn't want him to think she wanted to get away from him. She was just surveying the camp to see which warriors were around, and what activity was carrying on. It wasn't as if she was getting worried about anything. But as she saw Brighttalon pad in, and wrinkled her nose, turning back to the warrior.”How are you?”

[Duskstar]

"Good." he mewed, sitting back on his haunches. He watched as the she-cat looked around the camp and then turn back when she saw her sister. His head tilted to the side in confusion. He knew the two didn't like each other, but he wasn't sure why.

"Are you okay?" he inquired.

OOc;

Yeah! He's oblivious.

[Snowfeather]

She turned back to Owlbreeze, with a slight smile. Most of the clan knew about the rivalry, but it was pretty well hidden too. Only those who had been around when she had limped into camp, bloodied up, knew. And that was most of the clan. She glanced back once more, before turning to the warrior again. “No. I'm fine. Just kinda worried with the weather and all. Worried about sickness...” She started to go on, and stopped, only to continue worrying in her head. What if whitecough wracks the clan? And what if we don't have enough herbs?