SilverClan Camp

[Kala]

The dawn was just breaking as a few droplets started rolling down an over hanging tree limb with rich orange and red leafs still clinging onto it. The droplets slid down the bark to the steam of the leaf until they just swiftly bounced off the edges of the leaf free falling to an un-expecting apprentice. Both clouded green eyes shot open as icy touches were sent down his spine causing him to make a small yowl of surprise. Looking around the den in a daze state, he strained his ears to listen to anything out of the blue, but once another droplet fell from above, embarrassment flashed across his flank. Mumbling, Oakpaw pulled himself to his paws before stalking towards the entrance of his den to the cold still camp beyond. A heavy frown came over his face as he smelt the air, still the trance of those strange cats still held in the air which cause the clan to turn to him to get answers from Straclan. He, being only an apprentice without a mentor, would not give them what they wanted. Flatting his ears to his skull as he remembered the tones of his Clanmates’ voices. At least tonight….at least tonight it was the new moon. Now he would have to pick a warrior to guide him until he reached Forests’ Center were the other medicine cats would be waiting for him.

The thought of someone guiding him made his stomach turn with disgust as well as his upper lip curl. Giving a low throaty growl, a soft tongue was pulled across his ear making him freeze for a moment. Inhaling the icy air, he noticed it was just mother. “Mother?” he asked, but before she could answer, he added, ”Why are you awake?” Purring loudly, his mother, SunSetImage, just pressed her nose to the top of his head before replying. “I’m on the dawn portal today and the question is like wise towards you.” Curse her. Always quick on her tongue, though maybe that was why she was able to birth Outcast’s children. No, that good for nothing tom must have forced his mother to bear him and his siblings. Turning his head, he tried to picture where his mother’s face was by letting his whiskers feeling her warm breath beating against them. “It’s dawn mother, the forest wakes at this time.” Giving an acute nod, he turned on his heel before stalking about into his den. SunSetImage just sighed heavily as she watched her son with her silver color eyes. “He is so much like his father…”

[albinisticshadow]

It was another one of those quiet days, with the wind pulling at his pelt, that made Shimmerpaw feel as though he was truly alone in the forest. He was happy. After just subjecting himself to submergence in the already icy river in search of fish, he was glad of the breeze to dry his pelt, though it certainly made him several degrees colder. He hadn't managed to catch any fish, but that was okay; he still had plenty of time before he was due back in camp, and a rabbit or two shouldn't be so difficult to find. He did not begin his search for more prey just yet; rather, he stood on the rocky banks of the stream, allowing the wind to chill him to the bone. He didn't mind. It was pretty out, with a few clouds in the distance and the sun partially hiding behind them.

Still, he couldn't help but feel he was missing something important.

[Kala]

Oakpaw cursed loudly to himself as he turned on his heel heading out of his den towards the camp entrance. The whole reason why he bothered to leave his den was to get herbs. Mumbling and hissing under shapr inhales and exhales, he felt the eyes of his fellow waking clanmates on his pelt. This caused his fine brown fur to bristle with embrassment and anger. Though before he could do anything, he felt his muzzle hit the wall of the camp. He was so busy worrying about the thoughts of the others that he forgot to feel for landmarks he created to tell him that he was close to the entrance now. Now he felt completely lost and he was only within camp. 'I hate being blind!' he thought crossly as he moved towars the right feeling agianst the wall in search of the tunnel he wanted.

[Scooby]

:-[This is intimidating lol

DracoDragon's (I remember that he is a mute but can speak threw minds.) chest heaved uneasily and his breathing was heavy. He had awoken to find it was difficult to breath and struggled out of the warriors den to find someone. He lay exhausted from the small trip from the den to the opening. Looking about him he could only see the apprentice infront of him. *Ple..ease* he struggled, coughing the fluid in his throat barely moved.

OOC: Cant stay this took longer to think up then i thought, Ill check later to reply

[Kala]

Oakpaw froze as a voice entered his head. Both clouded eyes darted searching for a sign if Starclan was speaking to him out in the open, but found nothing. Only the normal darkness he saw since his deep green eyes opened. Sniffing the air, the young apprentice turn to the smell of sickly warrior in slight aw. Lashing his tail twice, he followed the scent the best he could. "Can you make a noise?" he asked as a gust of wind smacked into his face changing the course of the sickly smell. Both ears flatten themselves against their master's skull showing his slight fear. How in Starclan's name was he to be the medicine cat of his clan when he couldn't even find his own clanmates because of the stupid wind? Snorting loudly, Oakpaw padded forward a bit more guessing the voice had come from the warriors' den.

[seren]

With a gush of wind upon his faded gray pelt, Softrain anxiously peeled himself away from the warriors den and braced himself for the worst. To further increase his anxiety, gray clouds began to move in together. Burning yellow eyes growing as wide as full moons, he felt himself begin to tremble under the static that seemed to cling to everything. Thunder and lightning couldn't be far off. Ears flattening to his skull, he stumbled his way through the clearing, forcing himself to find another cat to talk to.