PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

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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 ➹ Location : Outside the warriors den ➷ Tags; Cactusfoot and Larkpelt ➹
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The massive main coon caught the look in the brown and white cat's eyes and briefly felt bad for nearly gang up on him with Cactusfoot.. But at least Larkpelt seemed to get a hint and changed the subject to avoid more confrontation. Jackalhowl meowed, relaxing and stretching out on the still-damp Oasis floor as he spoke, "Good. As for Smallblossom, yes, I've heard - won't be long before we have plenty of little rascals blundering about and getting between our legs," The stocky warrior kept his voice eight, though he still spoke in his deep, almost murmuring tone.
As he awaited the tom's reply, he suddenly lifted his head when his massive ears caught the sound of a cat's bloodcurdling cry. Alarmed, Jackalhowl shifted his bulk, getting to his feet, and then pinpointed the source of the terribly loud screeching. He spotted the cats then - Batpaw and Hawkcry - both locked in a vicious-looking struggle. Jackalhowl studied the two fighting, astonished, and wondering if he could do anything to help..

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 ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake ➷ Tags; Quailfeather ➹
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Scorchstar allowed himself another wry chuckle at her cactus comment, happy that he could trust the molly and happy that he could confide in hr without having to worry about her judging him and his decisions.. It felt rather nice to have formed the beginnings of a friendship with Quailfeather, and the orange tabby only hoped this relationship would last. Most cats didn't stay close to him for long, and the stoic, tall leader only hoped that the mottled female would prove that theory wrong in the long run.
He listened to her speak, nodding his skinny head and still laughing softly, especially when she mentioned his rumbling purr. Sandfur had said the same, once upon a time.. Scorchstar subtly shook his head as he dwelled on his deceased partner, wondering why he'd put Quailfeather in the queen's place. He didn't need to think on Sandfur - it was... too painful.
What he had with Quailfeather, or what he would have, was precious, but he knew he'd never learn to love another like he'd loved Sandfur again.. Still, it was nice to have the she-cat's comfort, he couldn't deny that.
Now that he'd made a connection between the she-cats, Scorchstar grew a little uncomfortable, afraid that, if he opened his jaws, he'd say something starkly offensive and drive Quailfeather off.. The last thing he wanted was to bring up Sandfur before the silver and white tabby, now that would be awkward and could easily become a tricky scenario. Not knowing what else to do, he lapsed into silence, and so did Quailfeather, both cats lost in their thoughts as they studied the bleeding sky.
But the peace of their moment ended when Scorchstar smelled the metallic stench of blood on the air. He sniffed deeply, his happy expression hardening into one of slight fear and apprehension. In an instant, he was on his feet, and his pupils narrowed when he glimpsed Batpaw and Hawkcry, on the other side of the lake, locked in terrifyingly realistic combat. Shocked by the warrior's behavior and by the way he was beating up Batpaw so awfully, the orange tabby's mouth went agape and he murmured, "What in the world...?"

H A W K C R Y
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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 22 moons old ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake ➷ Tags; Batpaw ➹
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Hawkcry hissed, both triumphantly and proudly, as he practically smelled Batpaw's rage.. He was really pressing the young male now, and his hate and desire for vengeance for the warrior's arse plummeting on his face was almost palpable. He breathed in that smell - loving it - before snarling lowly, under his breath, just to push the ebony male further, "Come on then! Is this what you call fighting, Batpaw?" His baleful, intimidating eyes widened in mocking shock as he raised an sheathed paw and brought it crashing down on the tom's head. "If so, Waspclaw, admittedly, must be one terrible teacher! Show me how you really fight! Show me! Show me!"
Hawkcry was spitting at the apprentice's face now, his eyes now wild, teeth bared, pelt bristling, and his new wound open and spilling blood. The dark warrior couldn't hold himself back any longer, so consumed by his sudden lunacy and thirst for the fight was he at this point, and his voice rose higher and higher in pitch until it was a shrieking roar. The tabby was aware of cats staring and was aware of cats meowing in astonishment at his actions, but he no longer cared. He didn't care that he'd volunteered only to amplify the tom's skills - he didn't care! This imbecile thinks he can take on me? Me, the most powerful warrior to ever set paw on DesertClan's lands? I'll show you just where your arrogance gets you, Batpaw, and end this once an for all!
They still were tussling violently, but, after a while longer of hissing, spitting, caterwauling, and raking at one another with their paws, Hawkcry was finally able to pin the ebony, blind tomcat beneath him. Spitting curses at his bleeding wounds all the way, Hawkcry raised a throbbing paw and, with his hooked claws gleaming in the dying rays of the sun, scored his claws across Batpaw's cheek.

{Sorry if this is sort of sudden... And sorry for wounding your bb.. D: I just thought it would add drama, be a way to end the fight, and fuel their hatred for one another!}

F L A R E P A W
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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹ Location: At the Falls, beside the river ➷ Tags; Halfpaw ➹
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"Cougar?" Flarepaw pricked her namesake ears, now intrigued though still wary in the emotional, unstable apprentice's pretense. Halfpaw looked ready to snap, so the black molly kept her distance, though she did settle down on her angular haunches to inquire more. Now seated beside the half-eyed tom, she added, still curious, "Never heard of a cat with the name Cougar before... Must've been a passing rouge, eh, then?" At his comment on how terribly ugly he was and how forsaken he was to look at, the thin, slightly short molly narrowed her emerald eyes with annoyance and rolled them. Flarepaw hissed, spitefully, "Are you serious, Halfpaw? Ugly? No chance of love? I say who gives a coyote's tail about this whole love thing.. Why in the world does that even matter to you? Here you are, with only one eye and low self-esteem, and all you can think about is whether or not you're desirable in a female's eyes.." She wrinkled her slender muzzle, completely put off by the black cat's ludicrousness now. "That's pretty pathetic, even for you, Halfpaw."

N O E Y E S
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➹ Noeyes ➷ She-cat ➹ Elder of DesertClan ➷ 90 moons old ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake; close to the camp entrance ➷ Tags; Sandystrike and Rattlestorm ➹
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Noeyes lifted her scraggily-furred, ancient head from the Oasis lake's waters, her ears flicking back as she heard a pair of cats arguing rather raucously by the camp entrance, just behind her. The elder turned her head slowly to face the commotion, and was alarmed to discover that the felines fighting were Rattlestorm and Sandystrike.. The reason for her surprise and concern was simply because the two hardly ever fought.. but then again, Noeyes didn't know the full story on their predicament yet.
Turning fully and padding over to the young cats, Noeyes rasped, a little curtly, "What seems to be the problem, here, you two?" Once in earshot of them.
The caterwauling of cats caught the elder's attention briefly, and she craned her head about, unable to pinpoint were the yowling was coming from. Confused and now anxious, the elder turned back to Sandystrike and Rattlestorm, ears flat, awaiting their responses and awaiting their reaction to the racket.

A N T
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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; OPEN! ➹
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Ant had been traveling for quite some time. She'd exited her makeshift, temporary den - the dust-colored female switched dens every night or so - as soon as the sun had begun to sink below the horizon. Calmly, and with her thin, rather bony legs only a blur as she swiftly made her way across the sandy desert floor, the Abyssinian waltzed onward. Ant stalked across the open terrain, skirting around the occasional bush and skirting around the occasional scorpion that scuttled along with such confidence and swagger, it would stun any cat. She hummed a little, swaying her hips and lashing her long, whip-like tail through the cool, sundown breeze without a care in the world.
It was almost as if she had no clue where she was - how close she was to DesertClan's land - Ant simply trudged along, her sleek, glossy pelt shining in the dying rays of the sun and her narrowed, golden eyes glowing vibrantly. She stalked up a sandy hill and came in full view of the DesertClan camp... In all honesty, the female rogue had never dared to come this close to the Clan's camp, so her curiosity and awe of the "Oasis" - she thought that was what the cats called it - was inevitable. Water... Ant thought, running her dry, scorched tongue over her lips. She sniffed at the nearly-nighttime air, scenting the smell of fresh-kill that wafted up to her from the heart of the camp. Food... I can't remember the last time I had a bite to eat. But I don't think stealing is worth the risk, however.. Maybe it is best to abandon the very thought of taking a morsel, eh, Ant? But the skinny, dust-hued molly couldn't take her gaze from the camp and the sparkling pool of water at its center, so she simply crouched down on the desert floor and observed from a distance.. Though she did, in fact, prick her average-sized ears and cock her head when she heard the shrieks of battle radiating from the cam below.

[canadianhowl]

T i n y p a w ............● tagged- crowpaw, ant
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● gender- male
● rank- med cat app
● mood- mixed
● crush- w.h.h
● mate- none
● hunger- 84
● health- 100
● voice- XXXX

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"It's alright and.... I really don't know to be honest." He meowed before she padded out saying for him to ignore him. "I'm never going to ignore you Crowpaw." Tinypaw meowed as he paced after the she cat apprentice padding beside her. He sighed before pacing ahead to go and find some more herbs. "I'm going out to find more herbs. You can come along if you want." He meowed before padding out of camp. He padded out of camp and wondered around before spotting a cat. She looked thirsty and hungry and with that Tinypaw padded over to Ant.

[ruui]

Amberpaw
She walked forward,her tail swaying
behind herself.She walked towards the
fresh-killed pile,picking a rabbit.Amberpaw
looked at Firepaw,sitting next to him as she
dropped the rabbit off.

//Reposting.
If still have writer's block,
tell me.

[yeeee.]

As Mossleap yowled after him and headed back, Snow slowed, finally letting the realization seep into his bones. Once more, he'd been chased from another pack, fear and hatred that seemed to have built up over moons being dumped upon him. Stopping dead, the older cat sat, and closed his baby blue eyes. What when wrong? I have survived tundras, alleys, deserts, forests, dogs, mountains... but I can't get into a clan? I can't find a family? What is wrong with me Lowering his head further, the pearl tom inhaled deeply, ignoring the long coyote call much too close. This present problem was too much. Eliza had asked for one thing. One. And he couldn't do that. Not only was he too weak to defend her, there was something was something so wrong with him that no cat would accept him. Not a one. The rogue gathered his legs beneath him, forcing himself to his feet even in spite of what just occurred. He'd dwell on this tonight, but for now, he had to survive once more.

Padding slowly to the Falls while treating every bush like a potential threat, Snow finally stopped, and dove into the water, allowing it to completely muffle his scent and cleanse his pelt of any blood. Once that was complete, the older tom swam for shore, only to feel something at his left hindleg. Instinctively snapping at it, he came up with a medium sized fish. But strangely enough, Snow felt no surge of triumph at the fact he'd just caught dinner - a very lucky catch at that. Standing on the bank and shaking his long silky pelt dry, Snow slowly made his way towards a dark shadow that appeared to be an abandoned foxden. Immediately his baby blue eyes dancing about the area. Seeing no soul there, Snow cautiously made his way to the entrance, hesitating there to smell. But with fresh fish and water filling his nostrils, he scented nothing. With that, Snow entered, eyes roving the wall, yet still missing the dark tabby tom laying near the back.

Tagged ;; Thorn

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{Your fine; It's a perfect way to end the fight, actually Cx moredramamoredrama}

Batpaw listened to the hissing, and felt his heart pound harder, his slate eyes rolling wildly in his head. He wanted to win this, oh how he wanted to win this. Earlier his goal had been to prove himself, but with Hawkcry's silent laughter and triumph, no. Victory was what he desired. That desire was fueled even more as he heard Hawkcry's taunts. Part of him yowled to unsheathe his claws and show Hawkcry fighting, but the ebony tom knew the rules, knew he had to beat the massive tom at his own game - otherwise he was as pathetic as he had been moons ago. But it was hard, holding his tongue and claws - Hawkcry did know how to rile him, Batpaw silently admitted to himself. Nonetheless, he found himself snapping as the insults came, one after another, and spit began to fly. The scrawny tom began to swing so hard and fast he thought his paws would fall off, for his muscles throbbed each time they made contact with Hawkcry's solid frame, not to mention his massive ears were throbbing as Hawkcry's screeches became roars consumed by bloodlust. This is what Scorchstar taught you, you hulking creature?! Well then, he taught you wrong - I will reteach it to you, and you can thank me later! The sensation of many cats staring didn't bother him as much as it should. Every fiber of his being was straining as he tried to keep from collapsing, trying to keep from giving into the primal instinct that screamed this was war. No longer a spar match, war.But as Batpaw was pinned, he felt his rage fade. What had he done wrong? How had he ended like this? Instinctively relaxing though - it was over, even if he had lost, the ebony tom allowed himself to begin thinking.

So, Batpaw naturally found himself shrieking - mostly out of shock - when he felt claws rip his cheek open. His shriek proved that he was named well - it hit a pitch that would have made a bat envious. But, the dam was broken, and Batpaw broke his oath - or didn't, depending on a point of view. After all, the match was over. "You miserable excuse for a warrior," Batpaw snapped, knowing that all the cats that were watching probably shrunk. After all, Hawkcry was one of the most powerful warriors in the clan, and of course, incidents happened. Right? Wrong. Or at least it was wrong in Batpaw's mind. Usually he only exploded upon apprentices, but warriors were fair game as well, which was about to become clear. "You jeer and leer, but you cannot even defeat me fairly - you have to use your claws. Some warrior you are," Batpaw snarled, slamming his forelegs hard into Hawkcry's chest. "Pathetic, miserable, dishonorable mousebrain - get off of me before I decide to pay you back properly," Batpaw hissed, trying to refrain himself, but failing. So, he unsheathed his long, hooked claws, very much ready to sink them into Hawkcry's massive frame. "And don't think I'll miss," Batpaw hissed, his unusually soft, devoid voice coated in ice. "Don't forget how luck you are that this is a mere spar match." Batpaw knew that was rather insulting and very risky to say, but he had had enough - Hawkcry had insulted him and humiliated him. No matter whom it was, no cat would get away with that!

Tagged ;; Hawkcry

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw let out a shaky breath before responding to Spottedpaw. "It was one, little thing," she mewed, straining to keep calm. "Neither of us meant anything by it, and I'm not sure why you're so upset about it, as a simple prod to the shoulder would have done." She took another deep, shaking breath. "Thank you," she meowed calmly, smiling. "That's what you wanted wasn't it? A thank you?" Spottedpaw was being completely irrational, making something out of nothing. It was nothing, wasn't it? No, she silently admitted to herself. It wasn't nothing. If it had been nothing, she would have simply taken the silly poppy seeds instead of going and sleeping by Tinypaw. She glanced into the eyes of the grey and white tom, hoping that he could tell what her true feelings were. The black molly turned back to Spottedpaw. "This ends here. None of us will ever bring it up again, alright?"

[* Macey *]

Thorn
I open my green yellow eyes as I realize I'm no longer alone. Standing, I glare at the cat. "who are you?!" I hiss. I unsheath my claws. I hold my stance as I examine the cat before me. He's a white Tom, obviously he's been in a fight recently. " Your not one of those clan cats are you?" My eyes linger with suspicion. Not wanting to get another threat to leave the territory, I fluff up my pelt.

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw padded quickly after Tinypaw, casting one last glance at Spottedpaw. She didn't say anything as she padded beside him, and let him go over to the strange cat.
(sorry for the short post, just wanted Crowpaw to go with Tinypaw~)

[yeeee.]

Spottedpaw flattened her ears, squeezing her golden eyes shut as Crowpaw breathed and shakily began explaining herself. But, the golden and black molly only felt more anger. It seemed that Crowpaw didn't see it. I did little things - say good morning, visit him, really small things. Smaller than what you did. But I still felt myself growing too attatched to him, so I stopped. Can you not see what your doing to yourself, to your family? Are you truly that oblivious? Or do you not care? But Spottedpaw was snapped out of her thoughts as she heard Crowpaw's thanks. It surprised her, but "No, I didn't want a thanks," Spottedpaw snapped, although she knew it was contradictory.

"It was just... figurative." Doing her best to shake off her initial surprise, the tall molly mewed, "I wanted you to see what you were doing, realize you were digging your own grave," she stated, an edge to her voice. And then, Spottedpaw found her maw betraying her as she saw Crowpaw gaze at Tinypaw longingly. She didn't miss that. So when Crowpaw offered to end it, Spottedpaw shook her head. "No. Because you still didn't learn. And until you learn, it's best to avoid me. I would like for this to all be over, but I can't let the clan suffer because of you two." Even as she spoke, Spottedpaw's words were heavy, and her golden eyes began to grow glazed as she fought tears. But the tall molly turned and walked away, knowing there was nothing to be gained here - only things lost. Glancing over her shoulder one last time, she saw Crowpaw watching her, before the ebony molly turned and ran after Tinypaw. So I was right in my first assumption. She doesn't care. Turning and padding into the apprentice's den, Spottedpaw laid down and wrapped her tail around her side, silently vowing to speak to Noeyes sometime tomorrow about this.

Tagged ;; No one

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Snow's eyes widened as he suddenly found himself face to face with a larger, younger tom. But that was it. No hissing, spitting, or pelt spiking. His baby blue gaze roved the younger tom, even as the stranger's claws unsheathed. After a moments hesitation, Snow dropped the fish, and laughed - silky, honeyed, as usual, albeit a bit off pitch. But Snow didn't care - there was no clan cat to pick up on it, and the absurdity of this strange tom's comment was amusing. It was completely normal for a rogue to be troubled at the sight of another cat, but honestly, after all the things this clan had done to him without even realizing it? The older tom had to laugh. Once he regained enough of his composure, he lifted a paw to show his claws will still sheathed, before mewing, "A simple, old rogue looking for a place to rest. I haven't come seeking a fight." Widening his baby blue eyes at the tom, Snow think took some time to examine him. The tom seemed edgy, but well kept and fed for a rogue. Otherwise, he couldn't pick up much, but it didn't trouble the older tom as much as it should've. "Your name?"

Tagged ;; Thorn

[* Macey *]

Thorn
I hesitantly take a seat before the tom, Curling my tail around my now sheathed claws. "My name is Thorn. If its shelter you seek, then you can stay here for the night." I look down the fish. "All I ask for in exchange is a mere bite of your prey." I'd already eaten today, but just the sight of the fish made my mouth water.

[CoolComrade]

Jaycloud stood up and stretched. It was about time that he actually did something instead of just sit around. The pale brown tom padded straight out of camp. Hunting would be good. It was always good to have extra. He walked for quite a while before catching the scent of a strange cat (Pure) nearby. He soon stumbled upon them. "Hello," he mewed.