PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

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N O E Y E S
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➹ Noeyes ➷ She-cat ➹ Elder of DesertClan ➷ 90 moons old ➹ Tags; Raven ➷
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The elderly molly heard some pestering, annoying cat, a female by the sounds of it, catcalling her from behind. She twitched one attentive, pricked ear but paid the newcomer no mind. Let the warriors deal with whomever is out there... Besides, I can't exactly march out there and confront that cat - I'd get ripped to pieces! It sounds like a rogue.. Maybe I should tell some cat..
Noeyes thought as she emerged into Oasis, indecisive on what she should do next or who she should talk to about the troublesome rouge just outside the camp.

[northnorthwest]

Lakefur
Lakefur walked over to the fresh kill pile and sighed, with all the rogues coming in no one had had much time to hunt and not much prey was left. Turning away Lakefur saw Noeyes come into camp, he padded over to the older she cat, "Greetings Noeyes."

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N O E Y E S
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➹ Noeyes ➷ She-cat ➹ Elder of DesertClan ➷ 90 moons old ➹ Tags; Lakefur ➷
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The blind molly's fur was spiked and her brow was furrowed, but she did her best to calm herself when she heard Lakefur, a warrior many moons younger than she, pad over and greet her politely. She let out a gusty sigh of relief as she swiveled her head about to face the kind tomcat that she knew she could count on. "Lakefur! Thank StarClan! There's a rogue outside of camp, and it's obvious that I can do nothing.. Can you.. alert Scorchstar or chase it off? I wasn't sure who to speak with about outsiders being so close to the heart of our land.."

[parker;]

Raven

She glared at them and yowled again "I'm a cat, so unless you want me to teach you a lesson don't do it again" as she leapt onto a cactus, neatly avoiding the spikes.

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{They're actually inside the camp, so she most-likely cannot hear them.. Oh, and, disable your signature?}

[parker;]

((Oh, ok, sorry I keep forgetting to hit the check/button))

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{Thanks!}

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J A C K A L H O W L
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➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old ➹ Tags; Cactusfoot and Larkpelt ➷
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Jackalhowl nodded his head slowly, growing silent and succumbing to h's awkward, shy self once more. He swiveled his head from the young, white and brown male to Cactusfoot, awaiting the elder's response to their questions.

H A W K C R Y
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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 22 moons old ➹ Tags; Batpaw ➷
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Hawkcry noted Batpaw's slight trembling when he placed his paws rather awkwardly on his bulky shoulders. The dark warrior grinned cockily and aloofly, knowing that the tomcat knew, fully well, just how powerful he was and just how easily he could beat an opponent. But I can't crush his will just yet.. Toy with him for a while longer before getting more serious, eh, Hawkcry?
With that, the apple blue-eyed brute wriggled his shoulder from the blind tom's grasp, ripping free. He still balanced precariously on his hind legs, but sooner or later his toned legs would buckle, for he'd never been too hot at staying upward for long periods of time. Before he toppled over and embarrassed himself, with his claws sheathed, he raked his paw across Batpaw's bony chest, swiping at him just to see his reaction.

F L A R E P A W
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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹ Tags; Halfpaw ➷
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She bounded up and over a sandy hill then, and the gorge came into view as the rumble of the Falls met her sensitive, namesake ears. Flare paw's feeling of being watched had left her by now, and she was sure she was in the clear and that she was alone. Slowing her brusque pace down to a gangly walk, she reached the gorge and glanced down briefly. The tumbling, bubbling, and roaring water was far, far below, and the river snaked from the waterfalls feet. The ebony cat then spotted a black shape hunched over the surging, dark waters.. and she realized that it was a fellow apprentice, Halfpaw.
The tomcat looked... rather upset, but Flarepaw couldn't really tell. She glanced upward at the darkening, color-streaked, sunset sky, deciding it was best to check in with the lonely-looking male and ask what was what. She had time, hopefully, to briefly interact with Halfpaw, take a dip in the Falls, and head back home, surely.
The boisterous female swished her tail before turning away from the edge of the gorge and bounding off towards the winding, rocky path that led down, down, down to the waterfall and its river below. The large-eared, skinny molly was quick as she descended, having traveled down this pathway many a time. In moments her paws met the scraggly, yellow grass that was at the bottom of the gorge and she soon felt the mist from the Falls deck her fur.
Flarepaw broke into a sprint to reach Halfpaw, who was a little ways away, farther down the river. When she reached the depressed male she slowed down, calling out to him, "Hey, Halfpaw! What are you doing down here? Something wrong?"

S C O R C H S T A R
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➹ Scorchstar ➷ Tomcat ➹ Leader of DesertClan ➷ 39 moons old - eight lives left ➹ Tags; Quailfeather ➷
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"I hope so. I really and honestly do. DesertClan will find peace soon, and all we can do is hope for now." When she reached up, having to balance a little on her hind legs to reach his thinly-furred, tabby head, he purred softly and chuckled with amusement. The she-cat was much shorter than he, and he knew how much a struggle it was for smaller cats to address him with him towering above them. "Will do, Quailfeather.. Will do,". He meowed as she settled back down on her mottled tabby haunches once more.

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➹ Noeyes ➷ She-cat ➹ Elder of DesertClan ➷ 90 moons old ➹ Tags; Lakefur ➷
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The blind molly's fur was spiked and her brow was furrowed, but she did her best to calm herself when she heard Lakefur, a warrior many moons younger than she, pad over and greet her politely. She let out a gusty sigh of relief as she swiveled her head about to face the kind tomcat that she knew she could count on. "Lakefur! Thank StarClan! There's a rogue outside of camp, and it's obvious that I can do nothing.. Can you.. alert Scorchstar or chase it off? I wasn't sure who to speak with about outsiders being so close to the heart of our land.."

[! october]

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

"Good enough for now," Quailfeather mewed softly, a small, content sigh escaping her small frame as she leaned back against Scorchstar's side. Her head rested lightly against the upper part of the orange tom's shoulder as she peered up at him with bright amber eyes. "I'm tired," she explained pointedly, figuring that he would have questions. The silver and white molly's words were accented with a yawn, her ears pinned back against her head and her jaws opening wide, golden eyes squeezed shut. She smiled again after a moment, silver tail tracing back and forth over the packed sand. "Does our leader have great plans for his clan tonight?" she questioned queitly. With everything that had been happening, she couldn't help but be curious as to whether some sort of clan gathering was to be held. Or perhaps you'll stop being a hare-brain and finally choose a deputy.

Troutsplash ; grey-brown tabby tom ; warrior ; tagged: Dovestrike, Russetstorm, Pricklenose, Shiver

Troutsplash nodded to the rouge. "It is what any honorable clan cat would do," he relied calmly. After surveying his patrol for a moment and noting no dissent to his decision, the thick furred warrior turned, waving with his tail for the small group of cats to follow. "Good. Let's get back to camp before it gets any later, then. I do not want us to have to deal with a coyote this evening," he meowed, turned his head back for a moment to take in the patrol with blue-green eyes. "The prey-stealer is still out there, but I don't believe he will do enough damage in one night that we should be risking our pelts over his capture." Troutsplash turned forward, ears alert, beginning to lead the patrol in the direction of the DesertClan camp. Let's just hope Scorchstar agrees.

Cactusfoot ; brown tabby tom ; elder ; tagged: Jackalhowl, Larkpelt

Cactusfoot settled down onto the sandy, slightly damp ground, tucking his legs underneath his body. He simply flicked an ear as Larkpelt approached, and soon realized that maybe he wasn't in such a mood for conversing. Sometimes the old tom really did forget how irritating younger cats could be. Cloudy green eyes glanced up at the sudden questions directed towards him from the two warriors. Cactusfoot blinked. 'What's this, am I suddenly the popular she-cat?" he rasped dryly, unimpressed. "Well if you really want to know, my bones are aching, my pelt is probably going to be covered in mud now, but I just don't feel like standing, and I've been pestered by a kit one too many times today," the tabby grumbled. His tail twitched as Larkpelt sighed; the young tom looked even more unhappy than usual. What is with the young cats these days? Great Starclan, is there something in the water?
Cactusfoot groaned dramatically. "Oh, what do you have a problem with now?"

[* Macey *]

Dovestrike
I give a small nod as I stand and give my pelt a shake. I trot to Troutsplash's side, my fluffy pelt slightly brushing his. "You made a wise choice Troutsplash. I'm sure Scorchstar will agree with me." A light purr rumbles in my throat.