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[Olivesaurus]

(AAAAHH I'm really quite sorry for posting with my signature attatched. I can't figure out why it hasn't become automatic to remove it.
Also, I must've thought wrong when I posted. I wasn't aware only one or two cats knew.
I'll go back and edit my posts....)

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{No, no, don't fret, it's fine. Have you tried to disable it though your settings? I recommend that you do, if you don't want to be in danger of being banned. ;-;
Also, thanks for editing those!}

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⊱ H A W K C R Y ⊰

Gender; Tomcat • Age; 31 moons old • Rank; Warrior • Mood; Flirty, charmed, egotistical.. and
romantic. • Location; Beside the Oasis lake. • Tags; Coyoteclaw

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The little kitten-like whine that escaped from Coyoteclaw's slightly-pared lips made Hawkcry's fur tingle along his spine and made his whiskers go taut. His shoulders flexed - still, he felt no pain from his reopened wounds, nothing - with glee and his tail curled, so that it stuck directly up in the air for all to see, like a banner. Hawkcry wasn't even attempting to hide how flattered he was, and just how good Coyoteclaw's touch, her words, her beauty.. everything about her, really, made him feel. Though even he himself couldn't place why he felt so strongly for her, he decided to trust his instincts and play along with this little... whatever it was that he had gotten himself involved into. He could see his own lust and desire reflected in her eyes, and knew that all she wanted, all she sought, was him. And all he sought was her. But how insane and psychotic was that, pledging his love and affection to a female that he'd only just met? No, Hawkcry would keep his cool, and stay reserved - yet awfully flirty - around her. He wouldn't confess his true feelings to her yet - though he suspected that he would eventually - until the tomcat got to actually know the she-cat that was pressed so tightly against his bulky chest.
And Hawkcry then, now set in what his objective was - to become more familiar with Coyoteclaw before daring to take a step further with his audacious flirting - purred loudly, the noise like the rumbling of thunder pealing across a darkened sky. He saw the longing glint in the younger cat's widened eyes, and the way her eyes traced over his toned shoulder blades only encouraged the brute to purr louder. The dark tabby worked hard to maintain his muscle, and he exercised constantly for this reason and this reason alone: to have something to show off to the mollies under situations such as this one. Every she-cat was enthralled by his utter power and impossible size.. but to see Coyoteclaw, who was, by far, his most favorite female of all of his "girls", admiring him in such a daring way made Hawkcry's raucous, cocky purring start up once more.
He meowed, around the pleasant noises that reverberated from deep within his throat, "Everyone, that's who, babe.. Who wouldn't want a piece of this?" Hawkcry gestured, pulling back ever so slightly, at himself. Then his body cried out for Coyoteclaw's closeness again, and he slid back into his former position against her. He winked, once, his luminous, amazingly bright, pale blue eyes a sight to behold in the surrounding, formidable darkness. "You should consider yourself lucky, being so close to one of the finest warriors of the Clan." He forced his purring to stop then, and let a keening moan escape from his lips - a soft and low mrroooww. The dark warrior, who was merely a silhouette of a feline in the night, then rolled his massive shoulders and pushed his chest, playfully, against Coyoteclaw, rubbing his torso against her and continuing to flirt. "Not many get to be up close and personal, y'know.. But, hey, does it look like I care if you invade my space? Certainly not..."

⊱ F L A R E P A W ⊰

Gender; She-cat • Age; 11 moons • Rank; Appprentice • Mood; More at ease, calm, and very thoughtful and distant.
• Location; DesertClan camp; nearby the fresh-kill pile. • Tags; Larkpelt; now OPEN!

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Flarepaw's thin black tail, which was still wrapped around her precious feathers, twitched with relief when Larkpelt finished his meal with a few dainty bites and left the scene altogether. The ebony she-cat let out a small sigh - for the hundredth time that day - as she looked up from her bloodied and beaten eaglet to watch the warrior go. He didn't look back at her, not once, with his wide, scared, golden eyes, and somehow, that made the black cat more uneasy than she had been before.
She curled her bloody claws into the cool earth beneath her, and began to burrow them, thoughtfully, rhythmically, into the churned up sand and dust. Flarepaw was unsure of everything.. What had she done, what had she done? She'd taken Larkpelt's positivity and some of his perkiness - whatever was left of it - and shattered it with a couple of harsh, downgrading words. And it seemed a big possibility that the lean tomcat would never be willing to forgive her.. The black cat put herself, briefly, as she stared off into the distance, in Larkpelt's place. Would she be able to accept a snappy cat's apology after it had nearly clawed her ears off with insults? Unlikely. No, Flarepaw knew that she'd hate whoever dared have such an attitude towards her for all of eternity.
But Larkpelt's ability to stay relatively calm and seem sincere before the spritely apprentice made a massive, sudden respect for him well up inside of Flarepaw. How could it be that the slightly older cat had maintained so much restraint and levelheadedness, even when his courage and pride was being torn up and scattered in pieces? She stared, emerald eyes wide and swimming with her unsaid words and secretive thoughts on Larkpelt, after him still.. though the tom was long gone and had already entered the warriors' den what seemed like eons ago.
As she'd been thinking, Flarepaw hadn't realized that she still had her claws buried deep into the desert floor. She'd wedged them into the dry land so hard that they physically hurt when she tried to wiggle them free.. but with a few flexes of her stubborn paw and a frantic hiss or two, she was able to free her claws from their earthen prison. The ebony apprentice then went right back to eating what remained of her eagle.. But, this time around as she sank her curved teeth into the fat flesh of the bird, she felt nothing. No sense of happiness at eating her most favorite meal, no sense of relief that Larkpelt was finally out of her fur. Nothing. Her encounter with the patchily-furred brute had rendered her helpless.

⊱ 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."

⊱ 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; Flirty and sexually, 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 ⊰

• @AliAliOxenFree, That's great that you found your dogs. My dog, a timid little
French bulldog, would never leave the house without me or one of my family
members by her side, aha.. She's got major anxiety issues, aha. xD

• @dinolil1, You are welcome!

• @*BlackCatSpider*, Nah, no biggie. I know you haven't been posting a ton,
and that it may be a little hard to remember. It's fine, though. c;

• I know I said I would be taking a bit of a hiatus, but I had some free time,
and wanted to scrawl down a quick response before bed. Flarepaw is now
OPEN FOR INTERACTION, Y'ALL!

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{Bump.}

[WildlingQueen]

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

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The limber fawn and black molly watched the massive tom attentively, acutely aware of every movement he made. The way his tail coiled, the way her lust reflected in his eyes. She was conscious of his scent, engulfing her in a pure and utter delight. She had no idea as to why she felt so drawn to this formidable male, why she anticipated his intimacy, why emptiness filled the air when he pulled away even marginally. As her eyes traced him, she felt his purr rumble deeper in his chest, her own purr growing louder at the prospect that she could make this tom respond in such a way. She flicked her ears in response to what he said, smirking jubilantly. His pale blue eyes radiated in the darkness, making it challenging to tear her gaze away from Hawkcry's. She yearned for his closeness, his cockiness making her far more courageous than she had ever been. She slunk her body underneath Hawkcry's chin, a purr rumbling through her chest "You should consider yourself lucky to have such a... loyal... warrior so enamored by your immeasurable power" she purred, stroking the tom's ego, well aware of what she had said. She let her back bend under his chin, before letting her haunches fall to the ground in front of him, her back pressed firmly against his chest. She turned her head and ran her tongue along his cheek again. She raised her eyes to his with a playful glint, her tail tip twitching slightly.

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

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Venom glanced upwards at the tom, her tail flicking. She had seen the cats many times before and suddenly, she wondered if she had every seen the leaders daughter among the disgusting warriors that treaded close to Thistle and her's den. She flashed her eyes towards a couple cats near the fresh kill pile before returning her brilliant gaze towards the stars. "When Thistle returns, I believe she would be a good cat to stand on your side." she offered, and sincerely hoped she was right. Thistle had since become more... careful about what she was doing. She was becoming a no good warrior. Loyalty to Waspclaw would do her some good.


@Schiz awww! French Bulldogs are adorable! My dog has separation anxiety normally, but he is partially wild dog and so he sometimes forgets he needs me and takes off. Usually he is lead by my fiances little dog who thinks she has to chase every blade of grass that moves. XD

[Olivesaurus]

Waspclaw nodded after a moment. "I'll take that into mind. She may be like you." The surge for power surged inside of the tom, however there was a prick of doubt. What if this other she-cat was not like her sister? Waspclaw glanced at the black and white molly. That, and Thistle may not like what Venom's doing... or, even become worried and over protective. It was all a game. All you could do was play your cards right and hope you don't have to fold. He'd accept Thistle whatsoever, however, he'd stall to tell her about the plan for the saftey of it.

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⊱ H A W K C R Y ⊰

Gender; Tomcat • Age; 31 moons old • Rank; Warrior • Mood; Flirty, charmed, egotistical.. and
romantic. • Location; Beside the Oasis lake. • Tags; Coyoteclaw

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The dark tabby's fur lifted ever more when Coyoteclaw pressed herself against him, making him look like a coyote that had just rolled out of its nest. His stout chin now rested atop her head, and as they stood there, he gently began to preen her ears with soothing, lapping strokes of his rough, pink tongue.. in doing so, he returned the kind gesture that she was showing him; the fawn and black female had just ran her own tongue along his cheekbone. Then, abruptly, she turned, pressing herself mischievously - in an almost unbearably tempting way - against his wounded, herb-plastered chest. Coyoteclaw didn't seem to mind one bit that her own coarse fur was now mingling with the herbs that caked him, and Hawkcry was glad that she wasn't.
Any other she-cat would've squealed if their fur had come in contact with his matted, bloody, and mussed up pelt, and yet here was this younger feline who leaned atop him as if the pale blue-eyed tomcat was her lifeline. Her only hope. As they continued to nuzzle one another, Coyoteclaw gently lapping at his face and he preening her ears, Hawkcry murmured, in between laps of his tongue, playfulness and genuine curisoity in his narrowed eyes, "You make a fine point.. But tell me something, Coyoteclaw.. Why are you holding back? Everything I say, you simply shoot right back at me. Why so vague?" The dark brute, his purr lowly turning into a low, rumbling, yet still teasing, growl, continued, "Maybe you are afraid of me.. If so, that's pretty wise of you. You have no idea what or who I am, after all.. So I can see why you don't want to open up that pretty little maw of yours and truly relent to me how you feel. But then again.. we're all drawn to what we don't understand, what we are afraid of, are we not?"

⊱ F L A R E P A W ⊰

Gender; She-cat • Age; 11 moons • Rank; Appprentice • Mood; More at ease, calm, and very thoughtful and distant.
• Location; DesertClan camp; nearby the fresh-kill pile. • Tags; Larkpelt; now OPEN!

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Flarepaw's thin black tail, which was still wrapped around her precious feathers, twitched with relief when Larkpelt finished his meal with a few dainty bites and left the scene altogether. The ebony she-cat let out a small sigh - for the hundredth time that day - as she looked up from her bloodied and beaten eaglet to watch the warrior go. He didn't look back at her, not once, with his wide, scared, golden eyes, and somehow, that made the black cat more uneasy than she had been before.
She curled her bloody claws into the cool earth beneath her, and began to burrow them, thoughtfully, rhythmically, into the churned up sand and dust. Flarepaw was unsure of everything.. What had she done, what had she done? She'd taken Larkpelt's positivity and some of his perkiness - whatever was left of it - and shattered it with a couple of harsh, downgrading words. And it seemed a big possibility that the lean tomcat would never be willing to forgive her.. The black cat put herself, briefly, as she stared off into the distance, in Larkpelt's place. Would she be able to accept a snappy cat's apology after it had nearly clawed her ears off with insults? Unlikely. No, Flarepaw knew that she'd hate whoever dared have such an attitude towards her for all of eternity.
But Larkpelt's ability to stay relatively calm and seem sincere before the spritely apprentice made a massive, sudden respect for him well up inside of Flarepaw. How could it be that the slightly older cat had maintained so much restraint and levelheadedness, even when his courage and pride was being torn up and scattered in pieces? She stared, emerald eyes wide and swimming with her unsaid words and secretive thoughts on Larkpelt, after him still.. though the tom was long gone and had already entered the warriors' den what seemed like eons ago.
As she'd been thinking, Flarepaw hadn't realized that she still had her claws buried deep into the desert floor. She'd wedged them into the dry land so hard that they physically hurt when she tried to wiggle them free.. but with a few flexes of her stubborn paw and a frantic hiss or two, she was able to free her claws from their earthen prison. The ebony apprentice then went right back to eating what remained of her eagle.. But, this time around as she sank her curved teeth into the fat flesh of the bird, she felt nothing. No sense of happiness at eating her most favorite meal, no sense of relief that Larkpelt was finally out of her fur. Nothing. Her encounter with the patchily-furred brute had rendered her helpless.

⊱ 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 chipper mood than usual because of Batpaw's uncharacteristic excitement at his proposition, watched 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 guilty 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 glee when he saw the nervousness in the warrior's gaze, growing a little concerned, "Good evening, Troutsplash," The orange tabby's eyes roved 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 the 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... Wait, 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 outsider 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 always 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 paused 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."

⊱ 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; Flirty and sexually, 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 ⊰

• @AliAliOxenFree, Yea, she's quite the cutie, but can act like a
little devil most of the time. ;o; Haha, your dog sounds so cute.. <33 Also, by what
I mean by Hawkcry saying, "Everything I say, you simply shoot back at me," is that
you aren't really responding? You're just saying what Hawkcry is saying right back to
him, and that - honestly - is kind of annoying me? Can you please try to not just
respond with what I'm saying and maybe have some variety? I'm sorry that I'm bad
at explaining things, but I hope you get what I mean.. ;n;

• @*BlackCatSpider*, Nah, no biggie. I know you haven't been posting a ton,
and that it may be a little hard to remember. It's fine, though. c;

• I know I said I would be taking a bit of a hiatus, but I had some free time,
and wanted to scrawl down a quick response before bed. Flarepaw is now
OPEN FOR INTERACTION, Y'ALL!

[WildlingQueen]

-Ill respond tonight. And Im sorry. She wasnt intending to.

[deftonesly]

{It's totally okay! c:
I will have to respond tomorrow after early church, because I'm going trick-or-treating with my friends!}

[deftonesly]

{bump.}