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[WildlingQueen]

-No problem glad to help!-

[deftonesly]

⊱ H A W K C R Y ⊰

Gender; Tomcat • Age; 31 moons old • Rank; Warrior • Mood; Cocky and prideful, then enraged, then a
little bit more chill. • Location; Beside the Oasis lake. • Tags; Coyoteclaw

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She regarded him for a moment longer, sweeping her golden orbs over his rippling shoulders, mutilated, permanently damaged left ear, reopened wounds, and herb paste. The fact that she was looking at him - that admiration and distant respect still slightly present in her eyes - made Hawkcry puff out his chest all the more, and made the cavalier grin stretch wider. When she shifted back, the dark tabby chuckled, seeing how uncomfortable he'd made her, and then lowered the "boom" a little bit; he sunk his chest back to its normal position, and resumed a more appropriate posture. But his aloof smile still remained.. though, it was suddenly wiped away when coyote claw mentioned Troutsplash of all warriors and how he would make an excellent deputy. The smile turned into curled lips and jagged teeth shown, and when Hawkcry meowed in response to her suggestion on the grey-brown tabby, his voice was laced with bitterness and some hate, "Troutsplash? You've got to be joking with me. Do you honestly think he's the best choice for deputy? Don't get me wrong, he's cool and all, but he's just a big old wimp. He's loyal, sure, but he has no courage, no ambition, no drive. Not a drive like Waspclaw has, who would make a much finer deputy. I think you'd be more wise to support Waspclaw rather than that crow-food eater, eh? Oh, and, don't even get me started on Mossleap.. She's no better than he."
The pale blue-eyed brute knew he was being a scornful gossip about his Clanmates but no longer cared.. Maybe Coyoteclaw wasn't fit for future membership of the "cult" he and his close confidante would form once Scorchstar was dead and gone. The fact that she'd suggested the two cats made his stomach churn and blood boil - who else was good enough to be deputy other than Waspclaw? No one! How dare she even mention Troutsplash and Mossleap in my presence?! Well.. It's clear she's not set in her choice of who she will support. Maybe I can change her mind and get her devoted to Waspclaw? I'll just have to see what I can do.
He then moved on, trying to get his fur to settle and eyes to stop in their flaming. Hawkcry erased, or attempted to erase, the grimace from his maw, and instead settled a more pleasant smile there. It was clearly fake, barely disguising his ire, which was not to be forgotten, but he meowed, voice shaking a little with the effort attack to stay calm and not get riled up again, "Anyway.. Who do I think? Is that even a question anymore? Waspclaw, beyond a shadow of a doubt. If he doesn't get chosen..." He trailed off and flattened his ears then. There was no need to enforce the threat. He'd back up his incomplete sentence with.. physical contact, surely.
As Hawkcry's threats were never, ever empty.

⊱ S C O R C H S T A R ⊰

Gender; Tomcat • Age; 42 moons old • Rank; Leader • Mood; Pleasant and excited, then nonchalant yet a
little wary. • Location; Beside the Oasis lake. • Tags; Troutsplash

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Scorchstar, still in a pleasant and more chipper mood than usual because of the apprentice's uncharacteristic excitement at his proposition, watching the worn out tom pad off. He meowed one last farewell to him, and, just when he thought he could relax for a bit and think in silence, he turned about and found Troutsplash. He faintly remembered seeing the deputy-to-be sitting off to the side, watching the leader and the apprentice talk, and felt quilt about not talking to him earlier. StarClan knows how long the patient feline had been sitting there, awaiting the tall tabby's attention.
He meowed, emerald eyes losing a bit of their gown when he saw the nervousness in the warrior's gaze, growing a little concerned, "Good evening, Troutsplash," The orange tabby's eyes rover over the grey-brown tabby, and his head tilted to the side a little. What had he sent the tom out to do again? Oh. Oh, yes, catch that stupid rogue that had stolen a rat from the fresh-kill pile around dawn... With all the chaos of today, Scorchstar had honestly forgotten the warrior's task, yet tried to cover up his brief bit of confusion. "Sorry to keep you waiting. You didn't complete your task, you say? No bother, really." He twitched his whiskers and lifted a skinny paw, waving it in the air nonchalantly as he spoke. "Rogues getting away with things isn't very uncommon, as you know... If the trader dares to come back, and I doubt it will, because it knows you and the patrol were looking for it, we'll give it a few wounds across the snout to remember us by. But, if you didn't catch the trespasser, I certainly won't punish you for your efforts. I'm sure you pursued the rogue with all you had, but if it got away, I won't lose sleep over it, and neither should you."
He's almost.. frightened of me. I can't have that. Troutsplash and I have known each other since we were kittens, and though we weren't the closest of friends, surely he knows that he can trust his own leader with not flipping out on him for making one simple mistake? The massive, thin tomcat thought, mulling over Troustplash.
He continued, after pausing for a moment to recollect his thoughts and focus on the subject of this other individual that the patrol had dragged in. Another rogue? Of course. The bat-eared leader should've known. Scorchstar licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, still trying to keep his voice light when he continued, "I wouldn't mind at all. I'm keen to meet our newest visitor." His emerald gaze slid upward, slowly, drifting from the warrior's face to the nearly-pitch-black sky above. "But we need to make it quick."

⊱ F L A R E P A W ⊰

Gender; She-cat • Age; 11 moons • Rank; Appprentice • Mood; Furious and full of ire from her encounter with Thorn, then
tranquil, yet still pretty moody. • Location; By camp boundary wall, then fully inside the camp. • Tags; Larkpelt

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The ebony oriental shorthair, even once she'd stomped out of the shrubbery that made up the camps' boundary wall, was still heated with her interaction with Thorn. Countless emotions and livid thoughts were rolling through her brain as she, pelt spiked and bristled and teeth bared and clenched in an irritated grimace, fully reentered the camp. Flarepaw, lashing her tail, sat down on the dusty, still slightly damp, earth, not bothering to look proper and primp. The apprentice didn't wrap her tail around her skinny paws or sit up erect.. Instead, she was almost hunched over, her muscles too tight for her to relax completely.
She hadn't realized it before, but.. the sky had gotten darker since she'd last studied it. How could Flarepaw not have seen the change in color all around her or felt the change in temperature? Even now she trembled as the crisp desert wind bit at her thin fur, mulling over her stupidity and how she could've been so unobservant. I cannot let Thorn get to my head more than he already has.. I barely know they guy, and yet I can't seem to force him out of my pathetic little mind. It's just some silly... crush on an older tom that will probably last for a moon or so. Eventually, I'll forget all about the filthy cat that is Thorn.. Right? Right? Great StarClan, I do hope so. Flarepaw growled lowly, digging her sharp, hooked claws into the earth below her, gouging deep wounds into the camp's floor to take out her frustrations. Better to try to bury her annoyance and confusion and mixed emotions into something that couldn't feel physical pain than to rake her claws across some unlucky cat's face.
But thinking of clawing one of her Clanmates's eyes out quickly turned to a sardonic, ironic thought, because, right then and there, a warrior about seven moons older than her, Larkpelt, came bounding over to her. Flarepaw had to resist the urge to turn and spit at the lowly tom and drive him off with verbal abuse when her called out to her. The amount of strength it took to rein in her feelings and enraged thoughts was impressive, though, and she managed to swiveled her angular, pointy head about to face Larkpelt civilly. "Hey, Larkpelt." She nodded, trying to keep her face emotionless and tranquil like she often saw Scorchstar do, to the mice that where clenched in his teeth. "Nice catches.. Wait, what do you mean dangers?"
At the fear and utter, stark terror in Larkpelt's eyes and posture, Flarepaw began to grow awfully annoyed. Being around cats that had no confidence wasn't all too fun in her opinion, and Larkpelt just so happened to be one of those cats that had no confidence in himself. Everywhere he goes he's negative and scared out of his wits.. I bet the day he dies and goes to StarClan he'll have a panic attack and die a second time, so stunned he'll be, Flarepaw thought, flicking her ears and whiskers with hardly disguised amusement at this sudden revelation on the patchily-furred tomcat.
Despite her resolve to show no traces of fury or her usual rottenness, Flarepaw couldn't help but add, her tone snappish and chastising and scoffing, "I'm in camp, aren't I? Like any predator would have the guts to attack me while I'm in the camp, Larkpelt.. Sure, I'd understand your logic if I was outside, but am I?" The apprentice snorted, emerald green eyes glittering in the surrounding darkness. "Don't be such a worrywart, eh?"

⊱ N O E Y E S ⊰

Gender; She-cat • Age; 91 moons old • Rank; Elder • Mood; Perky and happy, though a little bit sad. • Location; Beside the
Oasis lake. • Tags; Quailfeather and Silverkit

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Noeyes' ears sensitive ears pricked and stood erect when she heard someone else pad up to her and inquire if she could stick around to hear the elder's tale. Quickly, the Russian blue distinguished her voice to be feminine, and could easily guess who the kind cat was. She rasped, "Quailfeather? Is that you, my dear? Oh, no bother! Of course you can listen in.. Today's tale is one, of course, of adventure, but also.." Her voice trailed off a bit and her brow furrowed and her whiskers began to tremble. "One of sadness and tragedy.."
But soon enough she was back to her bubbly self and was happy again, excited to begin her story. "Ready, you two? Settle down, because it's a long one!"
The elderly female took a great, deep breath before beginning her lament on one of the most complicated and confusing warriors that DesertClan had ever known: Jackalhowl. "Now, this was a long, long time ago.. About.. how many moons was it again?" Noeyes paused and thought, scrunching up her nose and frowning before continuing, her voice upbeat, "Oh, yes, about thirty moons ago - Quailfeather, you may remember this tale, by the way, hun - there were once two brothers: Jackalpaw and Grasspaw. You both of course are familiar with Jackalhowl, but, haven't probably heard of his brother. Now, I don't mean to be a gossip, and I surely don't mean to hurt good old Jackalhowl's feelings, but.. this story is on his relationship with his brother before he.. passed on and left this world, if you know what I mean." Noeyes paused then, head twisting from Quailfeather and Silverkit expectantly, wanting some commentary on how she was telling her tale to them. She thought she as doing very well at keeping the story mysterious and enticing and full of suspense, and, just for effect, The Russian blue paused and waited for some appreciative feedback.

⊱ J A C K A L H O W L ⊰

Gender; Tomcat • Age; 36 moons old • Rank; Warrior • Mood; Anxious, nervous (as always), and a bit awkward, but he
is beginning to find his happy place and relax. • Location; DesertClan camp; basically sitting wherever. • Tags; Mossleap

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"As do I," Jackalhowl meowed, thoughtfully, as he, not daring to meet Mossleap's eye, looked down at his massive feet, which were shifting and shuffling with his usual nerves. He noticed the way she was watching him, and that sacred him.. The silver tabby, he could see out of his peripheral vision, had a curious look on her face, like she sensed some sort of secret, but didn't want to press him about it. What does she see in me? Did I say something wrong? Maybe she doesn't quite agree with my choices on who should become deputy.. Yeah, I hope that's it, Jackalhowl thought as he met her gaze once before quickly looking down again, awkwardly.
The main coon then added, trying to ignore her green stare, since his end of the conversation wad dying fast, "Scorchstar has led us through many things, and he has always done DesertClan justice. Whomever he chooses will make a fine deputy, I'm sure of that." He trailed off when he noticed that Mossleap's gaze was no longer on him, but on the bright, twinkling, collection of stars high above their heads. The distant orbs of light danced across the black, slightly purple-streaked sky. Jackalhowl even thought he saw a shooting star blaze, elegant and fast, across the sky, but it was so quick that the warrior thought he'd imagined it altogether. The brute listened absently as Mossleap talked about the stars and how beautiful they were, and nodded his head a few times just to portray that he was listening when he really wasn't. He was lost in an alternate world as he stared, yellow-green eyes as huge as a burrowing owl's at the wonders of the heavens.
When he heard Mossleap get up and shift around, though, his wide eyes were ripped from the masterpiece above him and were focused on her. Now that he wasn't staring at the stars, he wasn't so distracted so he finally, meowed, "It always is. We're very blessed to live out here, where the skies are not interrupted by trees and the like." He blinked, startled by his sudden urge to share to Mossleap his love for his home and for the sky and the wonders all about him.

⊱ A N T ⊰

Gender; She-cat • Age; 29 moons old • Rank; Rogue • Mood; Flirtatious and a little bit excited. Sexually and romantically
and irratiionally excited, yet also amused. • Location; The desert; pretty far away from the Clan cats' campsite. • Tags; Rainwhisper

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The bony rogue could literally see the blue-grey cat's gears whirring and twisting and deciphering Ant's words in that pretty little head of hers.. The way the slightly older female's eyes rover over Ant so hesitantly and warily and indecisively was almost amusing to the skinny, bedraggled creature that had dared reveal herself to the DesertClan cat. First there was astonishment and mortification in her green eyes, then a little hint of ire, then suspicion and confusion. The she-cat's inability to decide how to respond made a little purr gurgle in the Abyssinian cat's throat, and she waved her whip-like, abnormally long tail through the cold, crisp nighttime air just to symbolize this amusement.
Up close, Ant knew she'd been correct about this cat's pretty looks. The blue-grey feline was even more gorgeous up close, much as the rogue hated to admit that so suddenly in the back of her mind. Her fur, awfully unlike Ant's, was smooth and matted down - hardly a hair stuck out of place, while the russet-brown, dusty female's pelt was sticking every which way and her whiskers were mussed. Ant perceived herself to be a total mess, while the blue-grey, green-eyed cat just a mouse-length before her resembled a desert flower: innocent, sweet, and seemingly perfect. Though.. maybe not so perfect. The rogue had seen the cat's posture when she'd prayed, had heard the grief in her small, shaky voice when she'd mumbled to some fictional ancestors of hers. She had even glimpsed, among the wild flurry of emotions in the Clan feline's widened eyes, something dark and formidable. Almost as if she was haunted by something.. or someone. Then again, every cat had their secrets to hide and their inner demons to battle. Who was Ant to judge?
They regarded each other for a while longer, sizing one another up, though they both, clearly, didn't want a late night fight. The rogue was beginning to muster up a response, when the female, who introduced herself to be Rainwhisper, spoke at long last. Ant had to admit, though.. Rainwhisper's voice didn't sound as insecure and pathetic as she'd thought it would. It had an aura of confidence in it.. Was the DesertClan cat trying out Ant's mannerisms of speaking and trying to arm herself with honey-soaked words and soft, cooing purrs? The nerve! But there was, in fact, one thing that the Abyssinian noticed above all about Rainwhisper. Those inner demons that the feline had seen struggling in those gleaming, thoughtful eyes of hers? They had disappeared.
Quickly, the parched, starving, and bone-tired rogue shot back a retort. Her voice dropped a little bit of its sugariness, as she'd picked up on Rainwhisper's change in mood and voice and intended to mirror it. Her mew now held more friendliness and playfulness rather than shyness when she said, "Ah, never met an ant you ever liked, eh?.." Ant, pressuring Rainwhisper a little bit, then paused and leaned closer, diminishing the gap between them at an almost inappropriate speed. The rogue, audacious still, drew herself up onto her tiptoes and struck her tail through the air once more. She widened her eyes even more than she thought possible, and they did their special little thing that truly enraptured all: they glowed. They pulsated and vibrated like little living beings that were inhabited her skull, and, as Ant continued, the brighter those golden orbs grew, "Maybe, just maybe, I can change that."
She allowed a small, peculiarly wicked and crooked smile to inch across her maw then, and leaned back just a tad, sweeping on, "Future, honey? Future, indeed. I'll expect to see you again.. and, oh, I'll keep seeing you until you've changed your mind about the little ol' insect I was named after.. Besides, who ever said I was spying? 'Spying' is a rather inclusive and subjective word, isn't it?"

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⊱ Author's Notes ⊰

• Short response for Noeyes.. I'm really lacking inspiration as of right now, and
felt the need to go ahead and post. You'll just hate to roll with it, @Red October and @*Macey*,
Unfortunately! ;n;

• Also, hey, lookie here! I've got new coding and a whole new setup. I'm on mobile, so it took me a while, aha,
but overall I'm satisfied with it.

[WildlingQueen]

Coyoteclaw
Molly - 20 Moons - Warrior - Heterosexual - Fawn & Black - Tags: Hawkcry

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She could feel the massive tom's rage grow with in, caught the slight tense in his muscles, a dreadful scowl planted across his face. She listened to his words intently, her ears swiveling towards him. She couldn't deny the fact that Waspclaw showed more ambition than any cat she knew in the clan, he was brave and well built. She pushed herself to her paws, approaching the tom with a devilish glint in her eyes she let her body slink around him slightly, her pelt brushing against his as she came back around on his other side. He's right. What has Troutsplash done for me? Or Mossleap for that matter? she thought inwardly, her eyes burning as she looked out towards the camp. She had never been friends with either, and her loyalty to the clan, meant she was loyal to their strength. Would Troutsplash or Mossleap strengthen the clan? Waspclaw, despite his dangerous ambition, would make the clan stronger. She turned towards the massive tom, "Alright, I'm listening. What are you proposing?" she asked, catching the hint of a threat deep in his growl. She let her tail wrap under his chin momentarily before curling it back against her opposite side. Her golden eyes were intrigued by the brute of a tom, by what he seemed to be offering. She felt the toms clear affection for Waspclaw and she couldn't help the respect that flashed across her eyes as she stared at him.


-I like the new coding! Sorry for this response! It's late here and I have had a baby all day so I am extremely exhausted.

Oh and just to clarify, by what he is offering, she means the strength Waspclaw may very well bring to the clan-

[Dinolil1]

Larkpelt-warrior-18 moons-tagged: Flarepaw-

Looking around the desert nervously, Larkpelt accepted Flarepaw's comment on his small catches. However, Larkpelt couldn't help, but be a little surprised that Flarepaw was boldly unknowing of the dangers practically watching them right now as the cold night set in. '' You know what the dangers are....Cobras ,jackals ,scorpions , hawks and rouges'' he replied, trying to keep his tone from being disrespectful to the leader's daughter. The patchy tom was taken aback by her sudden snappiness too. One moment Flarepaw was all stoic and seemingly calm but the next, irritated and snappy. '' you were outside before.'' He muttered meekly. '' I can't help but worry, it pays to be cautious.'' Larkpelt replied, a little louder. '' You have a point though...'' Larkpelt added, just wanting to eat something then curl up in his safe nest.

[Olivesaurus]

(Sorry I was asleep. Today is an early dismissal so I'll be getting home much sooner!)

W a s p c l a w
tom - warrior - 29 moons - crush: cloudedstorm - apprentice: batpaw
feeling: incisive - location: camp - tags: venom

Waspclaw's banded tail flicked as he spoke. "So there's another one of you." He hadn't seen the other she-cat, who must've been somewhere else at the time. He looked out across camp, eyes narrowed. He could hear her expectant tone as the molly questioned him. "Perhaps..." He drew his sentence out. The tom couldn't tell her his plan. Not yet. But perhaps once he trusted her more, yes. "You'll just have to stick around and see."

[WildlingQueen]

Venom/Venomstrike
Molly - 24 Moons - Rogue - Bisexual/Preference: Molly - Black & White - Tags:

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Venom tensed at the words he spoke. There wasn't another one. She was the only Venom and Thistle was clearly weak minded. She swiveled her ears towards him, her eyes dark with a masked anger "Yes. Her name is Thistle" she growled lowly, shaking out her pelt. She gazed up at his fierce eyes and turned back towards the cats shuffling around camp. "What's going on anyways?" she asked curiously, her tail swaying behind her in slight annoyance. She was uncomfortable in such a large group of cats, and wasn't used to communicating with anyone other than Thistle. The tom, while enjoyable company, made her slightly nervous. She could feel it in the way her fur stood on end at his close proximity, the way she felt his gaze like fire on her pelt. She knew he was a force to be reckoned with, but so was she. She unsheathed her claws, digging them into the ground below her.

[canadianhowl]

[[ I made a reply for Thistle @Emily. ]]

[WildlingQueen]

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L o v i n o

type; bisexual
crush; softberry, open
health; 100
rank; rouge
mood; curious
hunger; 85
tagged; thistle, open
voice; XXXX

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➳x "Well I'm just spending the night over here untill I am fetched in the morning by a clan cat. She promised she would be here at dawn to bring me to the clan and o swear if she break that promise, I ain't going to be happy. But beside that, why are you even talking to me. I mean it's not normal for such a pretty she cat to be talking to me. Usually because I'm a bad boy and I don't want to mess up a she cats looks or behavior." Lovino purred again as he sat down on the ground with his tail neatly wrapped around his paws.

[[ I'm on writers block right now ]]

Thistle/Thistleheart
Molly - 28 Moons - Rogue - Bisexual/No preference - White & Grey - Tags:

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Thistle let out an amused purr as she listened to the tom speak, her ears swiveling forward to catch his voice. She found the tom humorous, and his bad boy attitude was a relief from the boring demeanor within the clan. She rolled her shoulders as he talked about changing a she-cat behavior, her muscles rippling under her pelt. He has no idea that I am a rogue she thought with slight shock. It had never occurred to her that someone outside of the clan may mistaken herself for a clan cat. There was nothing special about the way she looked that claimed her as a rogue, aside from her torn ear, but warriors had injuries too. "You can't change my personality, don't worry. You're handsome and you're a nice relief from the clan cats." she remarked, her tail tip twitching in amusement "Why is a tom like you talking to a molly like me?" she asked briefly, her eyes glimmering with a hint of mischief.


-Sorry, I was tired last night. And today I have the baby again and she is non-stop screaming-

[canadianhowl]

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L o v i n o

type; bisexual
crush; softberry, open
health; 100
rank; rouge
mood; curious
hunger; 85
tagged; thistle, open
voice; XXXX

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➳x Lovino gave a small smirk before replying, "Why thank you bella. Indeed they can get boring after some time but you eventually get used to them." The male was simply saying the last sentence just so he could feel as if he knew about the clan life a bit and how boring it got. Lovino doesn't want to feel like he's left out of everything. He ponder for a bit about the next question before he decided he better speak honestly. "You seem like an approachable she cat. You also seem one who enjoys company and if pretty friendly to all cats. By now I would of expected you to walk away from me. Honestly no one ever wants to speak to me." He sighed before resting his head on his paws with his hazel eyes showing a hint of sadness in them.

[WildlingQueen]

Thistle/Thistleheart
Molly - 28 Moons - Rogue - Bisexual/No preference - White & Grey - Tags:

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The lithe gray she cat eyed the rogue carefully, her tail flicking slightly. She watched his eyes flicker in thought, his muscles twitching slightly beneath his pelt. He seems to know some facts about Clan life... will I ever actually get used to them. Have I made a terrible mistake? I've never been around so many cats in such a small place... I've never had to help anyone but myself... and occasionally Venom. the thought made her pelt stand on end slightly. She wasn't sure she would ever get used to this. She turned to him at his next words, catching the sadness in his eyes, empathy flickered in her own. She knew what it was like to be the least favorite cat around. Not many cats wanted to talk to her... she wasn't sure the clan would be any different. "I know what it's like to not want to be talked to. Believe me, I've never been a favorite to the cats around me" she meowed softly, shifting her paws nervously.