Camp Camp Flower Scouts Novels & Stories

I nodded, waiting for her to continue. “We have attacked two rogue camps so far, and we have defeated those two,” Eva smiled. “It was quite easy for the second. First, we barely caught them as they prepared to move camp. But we can now confirm that they are all under the same flag. All rogue camps are like small scout groups meant to inflict damage.” I frowned slightly. I already had an idea of that, though apart from what was public pack knowledge, I had little idea about anything else. “That’s good news. But who’s the leader?” I asked. “Any news on that?”

"Specific dates are fixed for the camp with different activities to be carried out on each of the nights. We have Sunday, Tuesday and Friday for the camp" "Oh! So you already camped on Sunday?". Jared asked. "Yeah, we did. We hunted for cameruls on our first night of camping. That's the activity planned for that camp night". "What is a camerul?". Jared's face squeezed amidst asking. He wasn't sure he pronounced camerul right.

The teacher finally manages to catch their attention. “Listen up!” He says. “There are gonna be activities at the camp. All of you are requested to find your own partners and start planning. You’ll be spending time collecting resources, cooking, doing the dishes, and any other chore in the camp. We’ll be wandering deep into the woods so keep your compass and maps at hand.” The students begin to murmur and disperse to find a partner. Troy scans the crowd, looking for Kat. He hasn’t seen her earlier during the attendance call and he’s a bit worried. She promised she’ll be here…

JOHN The forest was dark as ink as I came through the portal. I'd opened it right on the edge of the camp I'd spent many summers at when I was younger. Camp Meadow Creek was a compound of over one hundred acres in the Cumberland mountains outside of Louisville. In front of me were the main entrance, the Community Hall, and the fifteen smaller cabins the earth witch trainees stayed in when they were here.

From atop a hill, I gaze upon a sparkling lake, canoes neatly stacked on a wooden rack, and inner-tubes tied to a weathered dock. This picturesque setting is none other than Camp Rees, a summer camp nestled in the Poconos Mountains, owned by Ashton's aunt. However, despite the serene beauty surrounding me, I remain fully focused on my duty. With three hundred raffle guests ranging from eighteen to forty-five years old, I cannot afford to let my guard down.

* * The next morning,the Sky Squared compound became so crowded, with people walking to and fro, getting ready for camp which was taken place in a City name Blaze. It was actually a place created by the past leaders. And it has been chosen for the camp location. * Tanya woke up with a start and sat up in bed, looking around the beautiful familiar room. Where was she? She tried to remember she when she finally did,she quickly got down from the bed. "It's camp today! I have to get ready!" She rasped, looking for her slippers on the ground. "You don't have to return to your room. Get dress from here." Craig said, coming out of his private room.

The scout hesitated, then nodded slowly, “You’re braver than most.” Cain followed behind but covered Amara from view, “We mean to put an end to this.” The scout studied them for a moment, then motioned for them to follow, “Then follow me.” ************************************************************************************* Deeper into the woods they went, until they reached a hidden encampment nestled among the trees. Fires burned low, and tents made of dark fabric blended seamlessly with the forest floor. Wolves moved silently between them, strong, wary, and clearly prepared for battle. Amara felt the weight of the stares but held her ground.

“Each team of three has received a holopad, correct?” the camp counselor asked. The students nodded. “It has been preloaded with a map of the grounds and your first clue. You all have received a different lead to begin with, so there’s no reason to try and follow another group – you’ll end up in the wrong spot. When you find an item, please do not bring it with you; instead, take a picture of it—no need to disturb anything out here. The first group that cycles back here is the winner, given that they’ve completed the rest of the scavenger hunt correctly. We’ll send a message to the pads when it’s time to come back. On the count of three, you’re off. One…two…three!”

~Trixie’s Point of View~ I awoke with my whole body nearly thrown off the seat, and I lurched forward. The bus was stopped at a large gate with a sign overhead that simply read “Camp New Moon.” The camp was founded by the first Drexel to hold the throne and each Queen has made it her life’s work to ensure all shifter pups have an equal and fair start in life. They need to know survival skills and how to be upstanding members of society. Or something like that.

“Well, as a preacher's kid, if you wouldn't be there, who would?.” I shook my head, so much for a preacher's kid, too bad I wasn't as saintly as they thought. I wore my headphones. Music was my only remedy. Where do I even start with Camp Willow Lake? It supposed to be this perfect Christian youth retreat, you know, the kind where faith and fun hold hands under God's watchful eye and don't forget the super “holy counselors” who acted like they had a direct line to heaven. Yeah, right. We were given rules. No boys should be seen hanging around girls' cabins, and no girls should be found in the boys' cabins.