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[SchyBug]

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➳ name ;; hailpaw
➳ location ;; wastelands
➳ rank ;; apprentice
➳ crush ;; unknown
➳ tags ;; hawkcry

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➳Spotting a mouse nibbling on something, Hailpaw thought there must have been something wrong with it. Usually have struggling with prey near by, all other creatures go scurrying into their burrows. Dropping into her hunter's crouch, the molly took a step forward before hearing Hawkcry hissing at her. Waving her tail at him to shut his mouth, she took another step forward; however, her hunting partner was again hissing at her in hushed tones, but the tone was loud enough to catch the mouse's attention and it hurried into a nearby hole in the sandy earth. "What?" She finally hissed back at the tom before following his gaze towards another tom, but it wasn't one she recognized. "Who is he?" She questioned harshly, full well knowing the warrior wouldn't know either, "Why is he on Desertclan territory?" The questions kept following out of her mouth as she awaited orders on how they were going to approach this from Hawkcry.

[yeeee.]

Batpaw felt his entire face contort. He that she had shuddered. And that stung worse than a scorpion tail. His ebony lips twitched, but he refused to offer another comment on scenario. Instead, he turned haughtily on his paws and padded towards the falls. Anger seared his ebony pelt more than any desert heat could. She wouldn't stop with that language. The stream of curses. And she had done it to herself! The blind apprentice could hardly even fathom it. Did she really not get it? Shaking his head, the ebony found himself relieved when she accelerated for the Falls, eager to plunge into it's depth. The tall tom began to steadily branch for the left, knowing that the herbs grew better upstream where the water flow slowed. But, as he neared, he sensed something was wrong. The scent of unknown cats drifted up his nostrils.

Stopping immediately, his namesake ears perked. No sounds of war entered his ears- just soft, muffled mews. That gave him the indication that something was definitely amiss, more than he'd originally anticipated. When rogues got together, they usually attacked in mass. Why was it so peaceful and quite? Quickly doubling back to where Flarepaw was, Batpaw mewed "What's going on? Tell me what you see," urgently, his turquoise eyes now darting erratically to the scene below. What's going on?

Tagged ;; Patrol

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The scent of water hit his nostrils. Lifting his head high, Snow's pink nose twitched again. Definitely water. That small smile grew a bit wider. The petite pearl tom cast his baby blue gaze over the vast terrain once more- still nothing there. But he could've sworn he'd heard something. And, if it wasn't apparent enough, no prey was about. That was a sure sign something was amiss. Shrugging it off, Snow continued, but this time much slower. These clans are usually hostile- the closer I get to their camp, the more suspicious they become. But, since it's the heat of the day, their probably aren't that many patrols about. But the prey isn't in this location... it could be because there is no shelter, or the fact that cats are actually out and about, and rather close by. I'd better play it safe for now.

Strategically speaking, now was the worst time to come. But Snow was not about to sit on his tail, idling about in the heat of the day. He'd traveled way to long for this. Stopping for yet again, Snow lifted his head and scented the air, his feathery tail swishing behind him. Someone's gotta show up soon... or else I'm going to keep going, and perhaps get myself into some hot water. Another silky, honeyed laugh escaped his maw- inward jokes. Who didn't crack them and enjoy them when they were alone for over a year?

Tagged ;; No one [open]

[crabodile]

Dogtail»She-Cat»Batpaw

The queen blinked away sleep. "Yes Batpaw?" She asked and stood up, stretching. Light peeked in and she blinked.

Monkey»Tom»Fa nleap, Mossleap

The tom shrugged. "No, I don't know anycat around here." He answered and nosed away his fish. He watched the shadows in the water and then looked back up at Fawnleap.

Monkey replied...)

Dogtail»She-Cat»Batpaw

"No no. Don't waste your time..." she said and ate some of her mouse. "I better finish up and sleep now..." she said and ate the rest of mouse. She yawned and curled up to fall asleep.

Monkey...)

[AwkwardHipsterTrash]

Sorry, I was cut off from WiFi cause I was camping. Recap?}

[! october]

Quailfeather ; silver tabby and white she-cat ; warrior ; tagged: Scorchstar

Quailfeather smiled at the orange tabby, amber eyes warm. "Good, thank you," she mewed, reassured. "And I know. We all know, Scorchstar." Aside from one or two bad mouse-brains, at least. They'll always be some cats you just can't please. The she-cat closed her eyes for a moment, enjoying the sun and the desert breeze, and purred at Scorchstar's decision. "Thank you!" she exclaimed, tail suddenly lashing excitedly. Blazepaw will do great; this will be so good for her." She'll need as much exposure to other warriors as she can get. Her ears flattened as she accidentally whacked her thin tail into the large tom's side, letting out a small squeak of surprise. "Sorry," she added a bit sheepishly. Oh, good job. Well, at least you were able to exist in his presence without embarassing yourself for a short while. She glanced over at Fuzzytail, who was still eating, and shifted on her paws, unsure where to wait now that she had managed to mess up the easy atmosphere between her and the tall, exotic tom.

[deftonesly]

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: The Wastelands
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hailpaw and Snow
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Ignroing her snapping, Hawkcry meowed, skeptical of this new tom, "I don't know.. Here, I'll confront him from the front, and you come in from the back. That way if he decides to attack us, he'll be taken by surprise."
Not waiting for the tortoishell to answer his orders, he slid across the desert floor, breaking into a trot as he went to catch up with the rogue. The tom was much older than he - nearly elder age - and was striding across the desert with far too much belligerance and confidence.. This irked and concerned Hawkcry as he watched the pearly-white male waltz forward, oblivious to the dark tabby. He knows exactly where he is... yet he isn't even bothered!
With a little hiss, the muscular, hotheaded male broke into a sprint upon nearing the male. Hawkcry leaped above him, and landed before the invader, stopping him from going further. The brawny tabby pulled back his black lips over glistening white teeth, and snarling, he got in the rogue's face and practically spat on him. Every muscle in the dark tabby's body was tensed and ready for a duel - a duel he'd surely win against the old pipsqueak. Hawkcry snarled, "Who are you? We don't like strangers here. Identify yourself!"

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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Oriental Shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: By the Falls/ gorge
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Batpaw, hunting patrol, Monkey, and Pearly
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The ebony female meowed slowly once Batpaw arrived and began to fling questions at her, "Well.. to my left, Mossleap and Graywhisker are cornering a white rogue.. but he seems to have a collar on his neck. A kittypet, maybe? And then, down by the river in the gorge, Fawnleap and Finchstep are handling a puny, brown kitten." She faced the turquoise-eyed male with her own, wide green eyes. "Should we down anyway? I don't wanna interrupt them.. after all, they are rogues and they are on our land."

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Scorchstar
Tomcat
Oriental Shorthair
Leader of DesertClan
Age: 36 moons (8 lives left)
Location: DesertClan camp - by the fresh-kill pile
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Quailfeather and Fuzzytail
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Scorchstar snorted with amusement as her tail gently flicked him, but Quailfeather acted as if she accidentally taken one of her leader's ears off. The oriental shorthair mewed, "Quite all right, quite all right, Quailfeather. Now, I'll follow your advice and eat.. go round up Blazepaw and Halfpaw, will you?"

[AwkwardHipsterTrash]

Is anyone open for Midnightpaw?}

[canadianhowl]

[[ I have four cats open. ]]

[* Macey *]

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Thorn
Tom
15 moons
Rouge
Tags;
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I lick my jaws, quite satisfied with my meal. The poor fish didn't have a chance. As I'm licking some blood off my paws, cat scent hits me. I quickly dart into a hole in the ground, hoping I was the only creature seeking shelter in here. I'm not in the mood to start a fight over prey with another rouge. I listen closely, hearing paw steps of two cats walking above me. I perk my ears, listening in on their conversation. "...after all they are rouges and their on our land." Was all I could catch from the two. Our terriotory? Had rouges claimed this area? I shake my head, confused. I decide quickly that I'm not in the mood to fight over this peice of land, and quietly shrink deeper into the hole.

[AwkwardHipsterTrash]

Midnightpaw

Midnightpaw stetched his long solid body and padded out of the apprentices den. He looked around, quietly to see what was going on.