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 ➷ 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...?"
With a little, apologetic mew to Quailfeather, who has just as stunned to see the cats violently wrestling on the ground, Scorchstar flung himself forward, sloshing across the shallows of the Oasis lake to intercept the two before things grew to be ugly. But just as he was about to reach them, the great tabby saw his former apprentice's unsheathed claws rake across the blind cat's face, and he halted in his tracks, becoming immobile due to his rising anger and unbearable shock. How dare he? How dare he?! This is not what you've been taught to do, Hawkcry! After all of my teachings, has not one thing gone through your thick skull, you piece of jackal dung? You know perfectly well how much of a threat your skill in combat is to Batpaw, and you know perfectly well that sparring requires sheathed claws!
With his massive ears burning with rage and a growl instead of a purr gurgling in his throat, Scorchstar forced his legs into motion once more. His tabby pelt was spiked and his claws, on their own, had unsheathed themselves, as he stalked stiff-leggedly over to the now-quarreling cats. To Batpaw's credit, he was trying to fight fire with fire, by hurling his own insults at Hawkcry's cocky, wrinkled face, but the verbal abuse wasn't seeming to faze the mighty, muscular tomcat.
The clearing went dead silent, and Scorchstar felt the weight of countless eyes upon him and the arguing cats as he, quickly, dove between the toms, shunting Hawkcry and Batpaw away from one another with a chiding, warning snarl. "That's enough, you two! Stop this this instant, else I'll have both of your pelts hanging on my den wall!" The oriental shorthair's eyes glowed with a frosty, degrading flame, and his lips were fully pulled back over his curved teeth. Never before had the calm, cool, collected leader been so furious with his cats! "Well? What is the meaning of this?" He added, his voice a little hoarse from yelling as he swung his angular head from warrior to apprentice, his tail lashing.
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 ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 22 moons old ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake ➷ Tags; Batpaw ➹
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Hawkcry's satisfied grimace quickly turned to a fuming scowl of rage as he backed away from Batpaw, his paw soaked with the apprentice's blood and dripping with it. He sheathed his curved claws and flattened his ears, arching his back and fluffing out his fur to make him seem even larger than he already was. The smoldering rage and smug triumph was still present in his pale blue gaze, and the tabby couldn't help but grow defensive and snap back at the tomcat, "Me? A miserable excuse for a warrior?" He flung back his muscular, brawny head and let out a sadistic, ominous little chuckle, though it was still mocking and cold as well. "Take a look at yourself before you dare try to goad me, Batpaw... After all, why address my minor flaws before addressing your huge ones? Let me amplify for you, kitten.. You're the weak and pathetic one. Why else would you not be a warrior yet? You should've been made a warrior moons ago, yet here you are, squealing like a day-old newborn at even the slightest blow I deal you. That right there is pathetic, and that right there is the reason you'll never become a true warrior of DesertClan!" Hawkcry snorted, but keep his back arched, even when he lifted a paw and, very calmly, licked the blind cat's blood from it. His pink tongue was soon reddened as his maw met with the salty liquid, and soon, his chin was dripping with the substance. He snorted some more as Batpaw looked at him so balefully and loathingly, and the dark tomcat thought, dangerously staring him down, You think you are a match for me. That one day you will triumph over me. Wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, and deep down you are aware if your helplessness and just what you'll get when you try to challenge me again.
Just when Hawkcry was convinced the ebony cat was about to come flying at him with tooth and claw, Scorchstar slipped between them. The tabby's former mentor's face was twisted into a distorted mask of ire and mortification, most likely because he'd witnessed the mauling of the pathetic Batpaw's cheek.
Hawkcry curled his lips back, away from his teeth, at the same time that the oriental shorthair did. It wouldn't be good for the male's image if he openly challenged the much taller cat, so he kept his trap shut and, after a bit of thought, lowered his gaze an lapsed into an uncomfortable silence with his ears still flattened and maw still in a grimace. He didn't know how to respond to his former teacher, so he kept quiet, not wanting to get chewed out some more, even though he knew it was a bad choice, letting Batpaw speak before him.
{Read his words in this voice.. ;o; XX}
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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Peculiar... I thought the DesertClan felines were so tight-knit that they never fought. Seems my assumptions were wrong.. Ant thought, sneering smugly, as the howls grew silent, most likely because the ones who'd been ripping one another to shreds had been interrupted by a cat of high power. She was getting to her skinny, bony feet and getting ready to march back farther into the Wastelands when she glimpsed two cats making their way towards her. Instinctively, the starved Abyssinian stiffened, but calmed her nerves with a lash of her abnormally long tail.. Mouse dung! She thought as she flattened her short, puffed-up fur and plastered a sweet smile on her face, I should've never drawn so close to their camp at this time of day! I should've waited until after hours efore roaming about, when they were all asleep.. Ah, well, best put on a show for these young'uns and then I'll be on my way... Hopefully they won't alert their boss to my whereabouts, else I'll be as good as dead.
Still smiling slightly unnervingly, Ant turned swiftly and began to slowly waltz her way down the sandy hill to meet the two cats halfway, waving her tail and looking as friendly as could be... Though her golden eyes betrayed her deep down maliciousness and bewitching power..
She studied the pair briefly as she pulled up to a halt. The molly, a jet black cat with piercing blue eyes, was hanging back, standing off to the side with wariness and a little bit of a threat on her young face. The other, a gray and white, tiny little thing with its kitten fur still intact, wasn't so skittish before her, and padded forward to meet the rogue. The Clan cat smelled of herbs, and the pungent odor made the skinny molly's nose wrinkle considerably as he got closer.
Ant purred silkily, her eyes slightly narrowed, as they always were, and her voice a little raspy from going so long without a drink, "Greetings.. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
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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➹ 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..
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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➹ 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 ➷ 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.
