Bluestar Unleashes Her Crazy on Camp Dwellers

Pinespirit stopped in the middle of the camp, looking back at Bluestar, and nodding to her reasurringly.

Cherrypaw ushered her leader into the camp. "Come on, Bluestar." she mewed. She looked at Pinespirit. "Should we get Mistyriver?" she asked.

Bluestar looked around at all the cats uncertainly. "Are you sure this is," She whispered, "....right?" She whipped her head around as a small patrol of cats went by and nodded to her.

Pinespirit chuckled. "Yes. Go get Mistyriver." She nuzzled her leader. "Yes, silly! Do you remember it?" she meowed.

Cherrypaw dashed to the Medicine Den. "Hawkpaw, Mistyriver!!!" she called. "There`s something wrong with Bluestar!!!"

OOC: Imma go PM one of them now.

ooc: i kind of think they were with us, cherry

ic: Pinespirit meowed, "I meant go get Hawkpaw, not Mistyriver!" The deputy looked all around to see faces full of suspicion and wonder.

"What are YOU looking at?" Bluestar snarled at the closest cat, a small black she-cat with green eyes.

OOC: Holly >< Imma PM her.

"CALM YOUR FURRY TAIL BLUESTAR!" He arched his back and unsheathed his claws.

Pinespirit gave a glare to Sleepyyawn. "Don't push it," she meowed in a playful, yet bitter voice. She looked at Bluestar a laughed, "that's Hollypaw. She's an apprentice here." She wasn't quite sure if Bluestar knew what the word 'apprentice' was.

OOC: Oh. *shot* >< Sorry.

IC: Cherrypaw glanced at Sleepyyawn aprehensively. "Don`t." she muttered to him.

Sleepyyawn twitched an ear. Bluestar was stronger then everyone else in the camp, if she attacked then she might be dog piled.

"Can I get you anything?" she mewed to her leader as if she were a guest.

"You could get me some memories." She mewed half-jokingly, her old self trickling out.


OOC: Chaaaa >:U My colour is back in dee house! :D

Pinespirit chuckled with her leader. Thank goodness! Bluestar seems a lot more like herself.. she thought happily. In case her leader was hungry, and forgot where the fresh-kill pile was, the deputy nodded to it and meowed, "that's the fresh-kill pile if you're hungry." She looked into her leader's blue eyes and smiled brightly and welcomingly.

"Hmm.." She avoided Pinespirit's eyes nervously; something a leader shouldn't or wouldn't do. "...Thanks." She padded slowly over to the pile, picking out a mouse instead of her favorite, salmon.