Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp | Mentions: Minkleap, Queens

Baywish trotted after Minkleap, somewhat looking forward to cleaning the nursery. He hadn't much experience with kits, but they were cute, and seemed playful, so he thought it might be fun. As the two approached the nursery, Baywish didn't find it smelled that bad, but of course, he figured Minkleap was just being her dramatic self. He chuckled at her words. "It's not that bad."

He was about to call out to the Queens, but stopped himself as Minkleap spoke. "Yea we should make sure we head over to them as soon as we finish here." He hadn't forgotten they had to take the apprentices out today, and although they had quite a lot to do, the young warrior was looking forward to it. Getting back into old patterns was comforting in a way.

He turned back to the nursery entrance, and poked his head into the dark nest. It smelled of milk, and it brought back memories of his own kit-hood, back in the old Shadowclan nursery. He longed to go back to that time, even for just a moment. Back when he had no worries, and his mother was always there to comfort him. He cleared his thoughts, and spoke out quietly into the den.

"Hello? We're here to clean out the nursery." He wasn't sure of all the names of the Queens currently residing in the nursery. I think one of them is named Goldenflame? He decided not to call any ones name, in case he got them mixed up.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp, Nursery | Mentions: Minkleap, Goldenflame

"Yea, right!" Baywish rolled his eyes, turning from Minkleap to Goldenflame. "My sister here, who was actually the one behind the lovely idea of venturing into two-leg place, also has trouble with over exaggerating about everything." He glanced back to Minkleap, flashing her a smirk. No way was he letting her pin the blame of this incident on him.

He couldn't make her look like a total over exaggerator though. He began to start ripping up an old stale nest, which by the scent of it hadn't been used, and turned back to the golden tabby Queen. "But although the rogues were scary, they were no match for us!" He proudly puffed out his chest.

Baywish glanced down at the four young kits at Goldenflames side. He smiled, watching them twitch their little tails and paws as they slept. "If the kits are still sleeping by the time we're done cleaning out the empty nests, I don't mind coming back later to do your nest." Hearing a tiny squeak from one of the sleeping kits, a light purr began to rumble from his chest. "I'd hate to have to wake the little guys up, they're so cute!"

Suddenly interested more in the kits than cleaning the nest, he stopped what he was doing, and turned padding a little closer to Goldenflame. "What are their names?" He asked, glancing down at the tiny kits.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp, Nursery | Mentions: Goldenflame

Baywish nodded, understanding her choice of names. Thinking back to his clans old territory, he began to think of what from there could be used as kit names. Shadow, obviously. Marsh, Frog, Pine... He thought of his adoptive mother, Pinebreeze. He then decided, if he ever had kits, he would name one Pinekit, in memory of his mother.

He didn't agree with Goldenflames opinion on not naming kits after deceased love ones. Yes, they would be a reminder of their loss, but he didn't think of it as Starclan taking them away. He still had faith in their ancestors, and knew they would never deliberately let a cat join their ranks, despite popular beliefs among many of the remaining cats. Noticing how passionate the Queen seemed on the subject, and how her claws began the shred the moss below her, he decided not to share his opinion. He simply nodded again.

"Oh, yes of course, sorry." The young warriors eyes widened, and he felt his cheeks flush. He looked away, suddenly very interested in a bright orange leaf that had found its way into the den. "I'll finish up this nest, and after I gather some fresh moss, I'll do yours right after." He quickly turned back to the nest he'd forgotten about, and began tearing away the remaining moss.

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Forest | Mentions: Hailstar, Whisperstar

"Are we all in agreement then?" Meadowstar looked from Hailstar, then to Whisperstar. "We sent out scouts, and if they come back with good news, then we move? As long as the injured, kits, and elders are able." She began to grow hopeful, that they would be able to all find a new territory to call home. The sooner the better, so she hoped everyone would be OK to travel. Her own injury still needed time to heal, although she paid it little attention. It still stung, and she felt light headed if she moved to fast, but there was no way she'd allow a little scratch to stop her from moving her clan to safer lands. She knew she'd need to see one of the Medicine cats before she went out hunting today. The last thing she wanted was to risk the wound getting worse. If she needed a day to rest, then so be it.

(Sorry it's so short xD I'm not sure what else to right for her rn)

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp, Nursery | Mentions: Cloudeyes, Minkleap, Goldenflame

Looking up from the nest he had almost finished, Baywishs gaze landed on Cloudeyes. By the way the two greeted each other, he assumed Goldenflame and Cloudeyes had both come from Windclan. Since Shadowclan had never shared a border with Windclan, Baywish knew the least about the moor running cats. He had seen the elder around camp a couple of times though, but never spoke to him before. He'd nodded his head in greeting each time he'd seen him, but he'd never received a response. Seeing the grey and white tom up close, the grey mottled warrior suddenly realized why. He's blind! How did I never notice that before? He'd always assumed the other was just a rude, grumpy elder, but now that he knew the real reason, he felt terrible. I wonder if he's always been like that? He was curious about how living without your eyesight was, but he knew better than to ask.

As Goldenflame described their reasons for cleaning the nursery, Baywish lowered his gaze. He was embarrassed enough about being punished for their foolish actions, the last thing he needed was cats spreading it all across camp. But she'd said it good naturedly, and the young tom couldn't find it in himself to be angry at her. He wasn't sure what to say though, so he kept quite, hoping Minkleap would have something to say.

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Forest | Mentions: Hailstar, Whisperstar

Meadowstar thought for a moment. She did feel that letting go of their previous clans in a way was good. It would make it easier to look ahead to their new life. But it also might be beneficial if a cat from all the former clans went. To be sure there was territory all the cats who be happy in. "Mhhh..." She thought for another moment, before speaking. "I think one from each of our old clans would be good. That way we can be sure that they find territory everyone will be comfortable in." She wanted nothing more than to once more be able to wake up to the smell of pine, and to have springy needles beneath her feet. She even missed the swampy, wet parts of her old territory. This forest was nice, and it did have some areas where pine trees grew, but it wasn't anything like home.

Blizzardthistle | 83 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Camp | Mentions: None

Blizzardthistle prowled through the forest, his thin fur steadily becoming drenched, and his whiskers pinned against his face as he walked against the strong wind that howled through the trees. The weather had made a somewhat quick change, from a thin drizzle, to a heavy rainfall, with strong winds. The black and white tom didn't mind it all that much though. He'd been out for a few hours hunting, but all he had to show for it was a small brown mouse, which he carried by its thin tail, hanging from his mouth. It seemed most prey had retreated to their nests to wait out the rain.

Looking around the area he was in, Blizzardthistle realized he'd come near the edge of the forest. He recognized it as the area the cats had first come across after they'd fled the Dark Forest battle. A large open field spread out as far as he could see, with long grass and a sloping landscape. Memories of that dreadful night, when he'd turned his back on his former Dark Forest companions, and fought for the clan he feared would be destroyed. He'd made the wrong decision he realized, when the surviving mouse-hearted fouls had surrendered, giving him no choice but to follow. His green eyes narrowed as he looked out across the open ground, and he once again regretted his choices.