(im gonna assume its night time in Shadowclan x3 So im just gonna make it daylight now XD)
Silentwind started to stir awake from his sleep, slowly waking up from his drowsy state. He slowly got up from his nest, leaving the warmth of it behind to slowly disappear to the outside temperature. The trotted towards the edge that separated the Medicine cat den and outside it. Glancing upwards he saw the moon in all its glory with silverpelt shining beside it, smiling warmly at the sky he padded back towards his nest and attempted to sleep again...Only to ultimately fail of gaining entrance back into the world of sleep. Sighing silently he got up and headed to a certain pile of herbs. Thyme..... He thought to himself happily, starting to get wound up in his memories he shook his head trying to refocus on what he was doing. He ate the Thyme and went back towards his nest to sleep. Sunlight shone on him and invaded his pleasant calm dreams of him being surrounded by herbs. He yawned as he stretched out and padded towards the center of camp to get a piece of Freshkill

Blackfang let out a purr of delight as the warm sunlight seeped through his fur. It was a beautiful day. Birds sung, green sprouts covered the forest, and the scent of new growth and prey filled his nostrils. Blackfang stood up and stretched, enjoying every bit of the peace. He padded over to the fresh kill pile and picked up a mouse and took it back over to the patch of sun and began to eat.

Rosepaw slipped into the den her eyes shining as she looked for her mentor," Silentwind?" She called as she padded through the den looking around. Her long fur brushed the walls as the aroma of herbs surrounded her and into her nose.

Silentwind's ears flicked a bit as he felt a small breeze along his pelt, he picked up a vole and headed back towards the medicine cat den. He entered the den and smiled gently as he saw his apprentice "Morning Rosepaw, I got us some breakfast to eat" he spoke quietly to her, putting the vole near him and he sat down beside her

"Thanks Silentwind," she dipped her head waiting for her mentor to take the first bite. She was a polite young cat as she waiting patiently. (sorry having major writing blocks)

(Its okay same here XD)
Silentwind bent down to take a bite then looked at Rosepaw for her to take her bite from it

Rosepaw bent her head down taking a small bite our of the piece of prey, slowly chewing it before swallowing.

(anyone open to rp?)

Mintheart padded back into camp holding a squirrel and placed it on the fresh kill pile. She loved running through the Shadowclan territory, it was one of her favorite things to do, and hunting while goofing off just made her useful, even if she only brought back one piece of prey... which greatly disappointed her.

Talonscar sat in the shade, looking around camp with a bored green gaze. He contemplated what he could do, but still felt bored.

Silentwind smiled, his ear's flicked a bit. "Im going to go restock on some Marigolds" he said and headed outside of camp

"What should I do?" Rosepaw called back.

"Organize some herbs so you will be a bit familiar by their different looks!" he replied sorta loudly, which was RARE in his terms. He never really liked shouting or talking louder unless he knew the cat really well. He trotted happily through Shadowclan's territory .

Rosepaw nodded," Okay," as the she-cat turned to where they stored their herbs and started sorting them, starting with chervil.

Yawning heavily, the tom flopped carelessly onto the ground, ignored the slight pain in his dead hindleg and sighed heavily. Why did his destiny leave him to tradgedy and failure? He'd lost everything, from a potential mate to the possibility of becoming leader. What was left of his life now? Lostleg shrugged and looked at the sky. Even though it was nearing new-leaf, he didn't feel particularly optimistic. Every other newleaf had ended in failure, and had been just as boring as every other season.

He hungered for the feeling of all four paws thundering against the ground, feel the air rush through his fur and feel... Well, alive. Although that was impossible. After he had been confined to the elders den after his accident, he hadn't been allowed to return to the warriors den. Their leader had denied it, and said that he wouldn't manage to hunt anything at all with his crippled leg. Which was, in Lostleg's opinion, completely mousebrained. Who was to decide whether he could run through the forests and get food for himself? No one, that's who! And to prove just that, he had a plan to go outside of camp today. Catch a piece of prey, and prove that he was just as bold as he had been at the very start of his early warrior days.

He looked across the clearing and spotted a young tom. Well, not really that young in comparison to many of the cats, but still young enough to be given a spot in the warriors den. Lostleg envied him so much. He couldn't even hide the fact, as he clearly glared at the young tom with a burning hatred. Why would StarClan grant you the ability to use all four legs, while I lost one of mine? Why me, and not you? he thought, fully aware that he was being a complete egoistic foxheart. But that was what he was, no? That was his new nickname. Foxheart. Because of his casual way of snapping at kits, telling them gruesome stories of bloody battles and whatnot.

Sighing he flopped down on the ground, silencing his thoughts and letting his mind wander to the pebbles on the ground, as well as the long strands of grass growing by the elders den. Eventually he grew tired, and got up, staggering to regain his balance. Maybe they were right, after all. I'm no use, crippled as I am. With that thoguht fresh in mind, he left camp, limping lightly as he made his way out.

After about a minute of walking, he encountered Coppersong. Great, he murmured silently to himself. "Get a move on it! Make yourself useful to the clan and go HUNT," he exclaimed and lashed his tail angrily. With that he humped on along the path, unmistakeably heading towards the Thunderpath. Listening to the thundering monsters calmed him slightly. And it reasured him that there could be something out there that could actually fix his leg. Although the chances were minimal, he'd heard stories from rogues about cats with malfunctions being fixed up, given help by the twolegs that restored parts of their body. That literally saved their lives. It brought a smile to Lostleg's lips every time he thought about that.

Silentwind trotted his way back into camp, carrying some moss for some elders and for the bedding in his den for both himself and his apprentice. His ears flicked a bit as he heard something nearby.

After a while just sitting by the Thunderpath, staring blankly at the smooth surface as a couple of monsters rushed by, Lostleg eventualyl lost interest. Sure, it was intimidating and exciting to see the wind whirling when the car rushed past, although it wasn't as interesting when you've seen it a couple of times. Sighing hevily he limped his way home. Halfway there he found himself completely entoxicated by the beautiful scent of prey.

Sniffing it out, he eventually found the mouse knawing at a root that had been left after leafbare. Slowly he stalked towards it, although his stalking technique seemed slightly off since he humped along to get his rear to follow too. The sound of a foot thumping against the ground would surely have made the mouse run away, although this one seemed too obessed with it's root to notice. In a flash of second Lostleg had it clamped in his jaws, bitin until it was completely lifeless.

Proud of his kill, he limped through the entrance and flung the mouse on top of the pile. Oh, what he'd do to be a warrior again. Sighing he limped over to the elders den to see Silentwind. The oddity of a medicine cat had apparently made himself useful by fetching bedding. Probably got a lot of thorns in it, he thought and shrugged as he flopped back down on the ground, his life as meaningless as it had been every morning since he'd managed to hurt himself in that accident.

Silentwind saw Lostleg and trotted over "Are you okay lostleg?" he asked after he carefully put down the moss he was carrying. He was a bit worried about the tom due to his crippled leg, but that's beside the point.

Seeing that a figure had appeared beside him, Lostleg looked up out of pure instinct. Not neccesarily because he wanted to. "Does it look like I'm okay?!" he snapped angrily and lashed his tail, staggering to his paws. "My leg's crippled, and that's mostly thanks to you and your stupid mentor," he growled angrily and glanced at the moss. "You better not leave any thorns in there. Or I'll be sure to throw it right back into your face," he growled and narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he eyed the moss.

Silentwind took a step back, in fright of lost leg. He looked down at his paws, quietly mumbling "Nnn-no, I-I made s-sure there was none" he stuttered along his words, he took a shaky breath before continuing "I-Im ss-sorry I asked" he quickly ran along not wanting to continue the conversation with Lostleg. He quickly dashed into his den to start changing the moss.

Snorting at the medicine cat's nervousness, Lostleg flicked his tail with annoyance. "How come you can be our medicine cat, when you haven't got the guts to speak cleary to a poor elder," he growled and twitched his whiskers. "You better be sorry you asked," he snapped after the young tom and turned his head away, his ears flattened against his head while he heard the medicine cat rummaging around in the elders den, fixing the moss. I'll rip that cat's throat out if he leaves any damp moss for me to sleep in, he thought grumpily and sighed.

Owlscreech sat near the entrance to the camp, her green eyes carfully looking at those who entered and left, as if she expected someone to do a surprise attack.

With an evil snigger, Lostleg noticed Owlscreech sitting by the entrance. Oh, he could have so much fun with his clanmates. Since her eyes were trained on the entrance, he grabbed the opportunity to walk behind her, sneaking as silently as a serpent slipping across the ground. Finally, when he was close enough, he pounced. Streaking forwards as quickly as his leg allowed him to, before crashing into Owlscreech's shoulder. "Boo!" he yowled and laughed cruelly. He enjoyed bothering his clanmates like this. It was their punishment for letting him be the crippled cat he was.

Owlscreech yowled loudly in shock. Teeth bared, claws out and fur bristling she faced Lostleg. Once she relized who is was, she sheethed her claws and settled down a bit, but the small she-cat was still angry "What in Starclan's name was that for!" she growled.

Lostleg chuckled at the loud yowl and narrowed his eyes as he stared at the she-cat. "It was good for nothing. Although you served your elder well; I've been bored the entire day. Having a bit of fun ought to be a right of mine, as an elder, hm?" he said with a bold and daring tone in his voice. "What are you so nervous about, anyway?" he asked, a little more calmly. He even took the time to sit down, which was rather rare for him considering it was a pain to get back up.