BayClan/roleplay at the camp

'''This is where all the camp rp is at. Every now and then, all this will be copied and put in a fanfic. Please remember to keep this safe for kids.'''

“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey come gather for a clan meeting!” yowled Baystar.

Yarnpaw, Elderpaw, and Seapaw came barreling over. -Mewmoon

Stormstrike padded over to the croud of cats and sat down, curling her tail over her paws. She looked up at the leader. Most of the cats were gathered by now.

“Yes, Baystar?” Stormstrike mewed. Her voice showed she was in a calm mood at the moment. ~Dragonpelt

“Most our cats have died of a dreadful bought of Greencough. That includes Yarnpaw’s mentor Smalltail.” Baystar meowed gravely. She turned to Stormstrike. “Stormstrike, if I had another option, I would do it, but I don’t. Stormstrike, will you resume Yarnpaw’s training?” -Mewmoon

Stormstrike flinched. Would she really have to teach Yarnpaw?

“But-“ Stormstrike began to protest, but stopped. These were leader’s orders. She could rage at someone else for saying this, but not her own leader. “Yes, Baystar. I’ll try my best.” ~Dragonpelt

Baystar sighed. “Thank you, Stormstrike. That is all for today. Dismissed.” She flicked her tail and leaped down from Highrock. -Mewmoon

Yarnpaw turned to his mentor. “When will we start training?” he asked his mentor. -Mewmoon

Stormstrike turned her head from the rock where the leader had been standing to the young apprentice. Hostility blazed like fire in her eyes, with her fur bristling. But it lie flat after a few moments, leaving the Warrior just staring. It looked as though she had seen something, but her eyes flicked up to meet the apprentice’s gaze soon. “Now,” she said, hoping the uncertainty she felt had not shown in her voice. But, she couldn’t bottle things up forever. After a few moments of nervously glancing around, she could see many cats staring at her and her new apprentice. ''Oh, why me of all cats? Everyone knows I’ll do a bad job. Why should Baystar choose me?'' “Look, Yarnpaw...” her voice trailed off, and she curled her tail over her paws, sitting. “Errmm... I’m not to good at this whole apprentice mentor thing. You’ve seen me around camp, yes? Well, I’m not mentor material. If you ever want to become a Warrior you’re going to have to help me along the way too. Alright?” she said. The crowd of cats had disappeared, except the two elders who remained from the horrible sickness that had gone through the camp. They were listening intently. Working for an elders story? Stormstrike thought, a bit of amusement coming up into her mind. Her focus came back to her excited apprentice. -Dragonpelt

Yarnpaw nodded. “Alright.” His bright eyes were gazing at Stormstrike. “This is, admittedly, as awkward for me as it is for you.” Mewmoon