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

Baywish lay in a sunny patch outside the den he and his sister had made beneath a bramble bush. It was a cozy little den, with enough space for the both of them, but it wasn't home. He longed for the comfort of the warriors den, sleeping surrounded by his clanmates. It's all gone now. He let out a little sigh, laying his head on his outstretched paws. He hadn't been himself since the Fall. He still hunted and patrolled, the basic warrior stuff, but he just didn't get enjoyment out of things the way he use to. The loss of Pinebreeze was almost too much to bear. She'd saved his life, and loved him as if she were his own. And now she was gone. Dead or alive, he didn't know, but gone from his life.
With the sun warming his grey mottled coat, and the peaceful silence of the camp, Baywish felt his green eyes begin to droop as a wave of sleepiness came over him. I guess a nap might be nice. He closed his eyes, but before sleep could overtake him, his sisters sigh caught his attention. Upon hearing his name a moment later, he opened his large eyes, blinking them for a moment. "Hmmm? Fun?" He opened his mouth in a huge yawn, sleepily blinking his eyes a few more times. "What do ya have in mind?" Although he didn't feel much like doing anything right now, he knew it would do him some good to get back into the things he use to have fun doing. And looking up at Minkleaps, hopeful yet expectant face, Baywish knew he couldn't say no to her.

Meadowstar | 40 Moons | She-cat | Leader | Location: Moor | Mentions: Hawkstone, Wolfbreeze, Pebbleleap

Aiming another blow at the fox, this time trying to claw its eyes, Meadowstar felt a rush of relief as Hawkstone joined the fight, followed soon after by Wolfbreeze and Pebbleleap. Her claws sliced through thin air, but Hawkstone, who was fighting at her side, managed to give the fox a deep scratch it wouldn't soon forget. It felt weird fighting alongside cats from all different clans, but she was grateful for the backup nonetheless. We have a good chance at fighting these foxes off now.
Only one fox had yet to join the fight. It was off to the side, slowly stalking up on Pebbleleap and Wolfbreeze. Figuring Hawkstone could manage with the biggest fox now that it had been injured, Meadowstar flung herself at the last fox, letting out a loud yowl as she struck out her paws, clawing the young foxes side. It yelped, quickly turning to snap at Meadowstar. She could feel its hot breath as it closed in on her tail, just managing to pull away before it pierced her flesh. She jumped behind the fox, clawing at its right hind leg, before nimbly jumping to the other side, repeating her actions on its other leg. For a moment it confused the fox, but it didn't take long for the vile creature to turn around to face Meadowstar. It swung out a paw, thick, strong claws quickly coming towards her face. It ripped through the delicate flesh above her left eye, and a searing pain swelled through her head, down to her eye. She let out a pain filled caterwaul, and threw herself at the fox, claws outstretched and flinging this way and that, trying desperately to hit anything. She was momentarily blinded by the stinging of the fresh wound, and was doing everything she could to keep the fox at bay until she could come back to her senses.
The pain quickly became bearable, and the former Shadowclan leader aimed more well thought out blows, and soon had the fox fleeing, whimpering the whole way. Blood rushing through her veins, she threw herself back into the fight, returning to help Hawkstone with the lead fox.

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

Baywish listened to his sisters ideas, but nothing really interested him. Things he normally would have found fun, just didn't spark him the way they use to. "Do we really want to annoy our new clanmates though? I mean, we have to live with them all now, and with so many warriors still on edge after the..." About to say 'the Fall', the large tom quickly remembered how his sister disliked the word, and changed his mind, "...Battle, should we really be bothering them?"
His sisters silly voice made Baywish smile though, and he giggled at her words.
Rising to his paws, he shook out his long, fluffy pelt. "We should find something to do though." He thought for a moment, trying to think of something fun the two could do. "Oh! Maybe we could head down to the stream? Ya know, the large one that leads down to two-leg place." A large stream ran through almost the center of the forest, not far from where the cats had set up camp. It flowed through the forest, eventually leading out into Two-leg place. The tops of the Two-leg dens were just visible at the end of the tree line. Baywish often wondered what it was like in there. He had no idea who his real mother was, and often pondered over the idea that he may have been born to a kittypet.

Baywish | 18 Moons | Tom | Warrior | Location: Leaving Camp | Mentions: Minkleap

Unbelievably grateful for having his sister by his side, he gave her ear an affectionate lick. He had no idea how she could still have such high spirits after everything that had happened, but it was completely welcome. Minkleaps positivity was beginning to lift Baywishs spirits. He gave his back a quick stretch, before heading towards the camp entrance, a bounce in his step, actually excited to go out into the forest. Although his sister wasn't entirely happy with just going to the stream, he knew they cold find something fun down there to do.
He listened to Minkleap, nodding his head. "That is quite an odd name." Used to the clans naming system, any other name always sounded odd to the young warrior. "I've never met a kittypet before. It would be pretty exciting to meet one!" Baywish had not joined his sister when her and a few of the other Shadowclan apprentices had gone on strike. He was happy with the way things were, and had no wish for it to change. It had been lonely while his sister was gone, but he knew she'd come back. Although not disappointed he hadn't gone with her, has was envious of the adventure she had had. Until now, he hadn't seen or experienced anything outside of Shadowclans borders.
As the mottled tom slipped through the camp entrance, he gazed around at his surroundings. He was getting more used to this forest, but he still felt uncomfortable here. He didn't feel the comfort of knowing this was his clans territory, and without the guidance of Starclan, he had no idea if this was were they would be safe. Could they build a new future here? He looked up to the sky, wondering if they were still watching over them.
Curious as to what his sister thought about Starclans silence, he turned his green gaze to her. "Hey Minkleap, do you think Starclan have abandoned us?" He'd heard cats talk, and many believed that their warrior ancestors deserted them. Baywish didn't know what to think. He couldn't believe that Starclan would just abandon them, but if not, why had they not communicated? Not even the Medicine Cats had heard anything.