"So let me get this straight..." Owlpelt said, "you were here BEFORE the clans and made the camps, then we took your camps and you started being an assassin, and stopped being an assassin after it got boring and you faded into obscurity?"
"Uh, pretty much." Blackwing confirmed, Man I sound like a main character. He added on silently. "That's interesting." meowed Owlpelt, "Why didn't you stop the clans?" She continued, checking on Bunnystep. "Well, StarClan told- no, begged me to let you take my camps. I only agreed because it was really quiet here, that's great for practicing magic, but when I didn't need to anymore? Well, then I let travelers rest here. In fact I wrote many of their stories on the rocks of the camps." Blackwing explained, the medicine cat's ears pricked and she turned around. "You 'wrote' the stories? What in StarClan's name do you mean by 'wrote'?" asked Owlpelt, "These rocks just looked scratched up!"
"It's something the Twolegs do. They call it 'writing'. It allows them to talk to eachother, without having to say anything." Blackwing explained walking over to some of the scratches, "See how the scratches repeat? In a pattern of sorts?" He said, pointing at identical scratches that follow the wall. "That is a story in Twoleg." He turned to Owlpelt, "Is Bunnystep doing okay?"
"Oh, yes she is. Bunnystep just needs rest, that's all." Owlpelt said, "So, is this really something you can do?" She asked. Bunnystep woke up from her sleep. "I heard what you asked, and yes. He can." Bunnystep commented, Blackwing turned to Bunnystep, "Really? Come on." Blackwing added.
"Alright so you committed crimes that the clans hate to the very core and you still hang around?" questioned Owlpelt. "Well I have to, what other choice do I have?" Blackwing reasoned, "You could've flown some where else. You have wings-"
"That I don't know how to use." Blackwing interupted Owlpelt, "I have been trying but I haven't figured out taking off. Besides, I consider this forest my home." Blackwing explained, turning towards the entrance. "Wait!" He heard Owlpelt behind him, "Where are you going?" She asked. "I'm going to get some fresh air, that's all." Blackwing responded walking out of the medicine den.
He sat outside the den, watching the clan go about their daily routine. The older kits were play fighting outside the nursery, the warriors were coming back with fresh kill in their mouths, the elders were sharing tales. I wonder if the elders are willing to tell me a tale or two Blackwing thought, walking over to the elders. "This blue moss took the life of a warrior in the past, no one has heard of it since!" One of the elders said, "If it was all over Mothermouth, how would we not notice it?" Another one of them asked, it was an honest question. "Well the warrior told me before their death that he saw it on the ceiling." The elder answered. "What is this Blue Moss you're talking about?" Blackwing asked, the elders were caught off guard a little. "Stoneclaw was sharing how one of our past warriors called Mesaspring was taken over by this strange blue moss." Said one of the elders, "We never saw him again after, his son Desertpaw hasn't recovered from his loss. He refuses to think his father died to the moss, and he just became an empty shell since then."
"Where is Desertpaw then?" Blackwing asked, "He is out with his mentor right now. Won't be back for a while." The elder responded. "Alright. Good bye then, nice talking to you." Blackwing said turning and walking away.
He entered the medicine den and walked to where Bunnystep was laying down, "How are you doing Bunnystep?" He asked, sitting down next to her. "I'm doing better, but I can't feel my leg." Bunnystep said. Blackwing looked at it, "I have a way to fix that." he said, "But I'll do that later, better to not annoy the medicine cat."
"That makes sense." Bunnystep said, "So you said that you wrote stories on the rocks of the camps?"
"Yeah, Want me to read one of these to you?" Blackwing asked. "Yeah. That would be nice." Bunnystep answered, Blackwing turned to the wall and sat down facing it.
"I got a good one... here!"
