PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[SecondUNIT]

Shiver|46 moons|♀|Pregnant|Troutsplash, Dovestrike, Russetstorm, Pricklenose
Shiver gave a quick meow of thanks before falling into step between the group, ensuring the fact that she could be seen as harmless at the moment. As always, she couldn't risk her kits' life before they had it.

She took a few deep breaths of the cooler air, calming her heart a bit. She hadn't realized just how much this ordeal had effected her. She thanked a higher power for the cool night

((Not sure if this was seen or not but here it is again.))

[WildlingQueen]

-Sorry guys I am on my way to Cali so I won't be as active for the next few days. Can I have a repost for Thistle and Dustspeck?)

[CoolComrade]

"Maybe she's changed," Lizardfang mewed hopefully. "Maybe she's made a change for the better." Her eyes shone with hope for Dustspeck. So many things had been changing recently, maybe things would start changing for her too.

[WildlingQueen]

Dustspeck nodded and looked over to her with a slight purr "Maybe youre right... What would you do?" he asked softly

[! october]

[[@Macey, emil, and Okami; remember to remove your signatures! c:]]

[dorayaki]

[[@Macey, emil, and Okami; remember to remove your signatures! c:]]

((Thanks for reminding me! ;o; I did try, but my tablet was glitching unu but now it worked~)

[CoolComrade]

"Me?" Lizardfang asked, slightly surprised that Dustspeck was asking her opinion. "I guess I'd talk to her about it." The sand-colored tabby shuffled her paws in the ground. "I really don't know. What do you think she'd like?"

[! october]

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

For a few moments, Quailfeather gazed up at the tall tom, watching the dying, colorful sunlight play over his angular features. She eventually followed his own gaze to the sky, appreciating the fading lake of hues that rivaled those of the desert's flowers. The small she-cat was unbothered by the silence between them. There was something so comforting and pleasant about the feeling of another cat's fur against her own, no words shared, but just quiet companionship and reflection. It wasn't a sensation the molly had experienced in many moons, and never by a cat that wasn't her kin. Quailfeather let out a quiet breath, internally thanking Starclan for the presence of the orange tom and for their strange, new friendship. She was brought out of her reverie by Scorchstar's quiet voice, and she turned her gaze to find wide green eyes watching her. "Honestly, Scorchstar, you could have told me that you'd chosen the cactus outside the camp's entrance as the deputy, and I'd still just be happy that you'd made up your mind," she teased, grinning up at the much taller cat. She gently poked his shoulder with her nose, hoping to express her lack of actual ill-will. "He's a great choice, though. Troutsplash has always seemed like he has a good head on his shoulders. Hopefully he'll prove to be helpful with everything that's been going on- hah!" she went on, her words suddenly interrupted by a breathy little laugh. The molly's whiskers twitched as she smiled at the tom. "I could feel you purr! It felt funny," Quailfeather explained, unable to help but break into a purr as well.
The molly's silver ears pinned back as she felt Scorchstar tense, picking up on his discomfort. Quailfeather nodded when he turned back to her. "I can't imagine a rouge being able to take Lakefur," she agreed, still a bit uneasy as she stretched her head up to look over her friend's shoulder and out towards the camp's entrance. She settled back beside him after a moment, relaxing again at the leader's strong, steady presence. Rouges made the tabby and white warrior nervous. For a cat that couldn't defend herself or fight very well, anyone that wasn't a trusted clanmate was a threat. He makes me feel safe, though. Safe and grounded in a way that she hadn't really felt before. I'm glad to call you my friend. Quailfeather knew that Troutsplash would likely be returning soon, and her time with the busy leader would come to an end. For a brief moment, she was thankful for whatever rouge had gotten the patrol tied up, permitting no one had gotten hurt. She could feel her friend's side rise and fall as he breathed and she could smell something new that she hadn't noticed before, likely his scent, and for now, those things were what the small molly wanted to focus on. She had no idea how or why they had ended up sitting in this way this evening, [and she was definitely not about to break the spell and ask] but she was so very grateful for it. She wasn't lonely, and she didn't want it to end.

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

The sky was blood-red by the time Troutsplash's patrol neared the camp entrance, and the grey-brown tom was very pleased that they had made it before it began to get truly dark out. The walk had been uneventful; Troutsplash had enjoyed the company of Dovestrike at his side, and had occasionally looked over his shoulder to make sure that Shiver was still with them. The rouge was, as he was learning, a very reserved she-cat.
He signaled with his tail for the patrol to stop before they got any closer to entering camp. He turned to Shiver, wanting to explain what would happen before tossing her into an uncomfortable situation. "This is DesertClan's camp," he said, voice level and low. "We're going to go in and head directly to our leader, alright? I will explain the situation. He may not be pleased about this, but you don't need to be afraid." The large warrior watched the molly carefully, blue green gaze steady. He wished to make the experience that would come as comfortable as possible for the rouge; he knew very well just how intimidating their leader could be. Hopefully the fact that I failed to bring back the correct rouge won't make this worse.

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

Unimpressed by the two toms' conversation, Cactusfoot laid his head on his front paws, huffing in irritation. "You young cats sure like to worry," he rasped. "Ya outta do your best to provide for the clan and be thankful for what you have. You'll be old like me before you know it, and you can't just go back and redo moons wasted worrying." Cactusfoot shrugged his skinny, worn out shoulders, whiskers twitching. "But, whatever, you do you. Young cats. So stubborn."

[ruui]

Fallenpaw
He tickled a bit more,then bounced back.

[[ lazy post ]]

"You're welcome. Good night to you too Crowpaw." The male replied before resting his head. When he knew that the she cat wasn't watching him Tinypaw gave a small smile at the she cat apprentice before snapping back to reality and soon fell asleep.

Firepaw had been awake for a while unable to fall back asleep. Hearing Amberpaw also awake the male perked up and glanced at the she cat. He then padded over to her and questioned, "You can't sleep either huh? Or did you just wake up?" The Scottish Fold laid down hoping not to startle the she cat. He thought they could hang out for just wonder around camp until they felt tired again. Well that's what he was thinking, Firepaw had no idea with Amberpaw.

Amberpaw
She nodded,glancing at him.The shy
she - cat looked out camp then at Firepaw.
"Y-You're Firepaw..right?"She asked.She
doesn't know much cats around camp.

[canadianhowl]

"Yah that's right." The Scottish Fold meowed before he laid down beside Amberpaw. "So to my question before, what's the reason you are up?" Firepaw then asked as he looked up at the she cat apprentice.

[[ writers block. ]]