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arkest Shadows:. wrote:.arkest Shadows:. wrote:Spottedpaw leaned forward, listening to the tale in disbelief. This sounded like an elder's tail. Really. At the end, she burst out laughing- she couldn't contain herself. While she was laughing, she heard Breezepaw ask questions. Choking herself down, her golden eyes flashed. "Rogues don't have red eyes silly... unless they have rabies, and if he had rabies, he wouldn't be talking to Flarepaw," the tall molly said in a matter-of-fact way, lifting her head proudly and swishing her long tail. I wonder why Batpaw just tattled on you guys chatting... gosh, he's such an elder! Darn, I wish could've been there- I would've clawed that rogue good! Unsheathing her claws, the mottled molly did an experimental swish. "Darn, sounds like you had a fun day... well, if you hadn't been busted. But still, what I'd give to get to that rogue," Spottedpaw said enviously, shaking her head before glancing at the dispersing crowd. "But it's weird. All of these rogues all of the sudden. I wonder why they're all coming here... like I said earlier, but it just keeps bother me..."
Tagged ;; Flarepaw, Breezepaw
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Batpaw heard the grumbles of the warriors, and realized the crowd was dispersing. About time. Now I can figure out what's going on. Padding over to the medicine cat's den, the ebony tom muffled a yawn. Soon, he'd go to bed. But first, he wanted to know what was going on with his mentor and the rogue encounter. After all, his warrior's assessment was coming up, and he hadn't seen Hawkcry all day. Now this? From what he'd been able to pick up, he knew Hawkcry played an essential part in it. Peering into the medicine cat's den, his filmy turquoise eyes locked on where the reek of blood tangled with Hawkcry's musky scent. "Smells like someone had a tough fight," Batpaw mewed in his ever soft voice, lingering at the entrance. Admittedly the blind apprentice didn't feel comfortable going into a den with a massive warrior like Hawkcry, Softberry, a mother and four kits- the den was crammed. I wish that the birthing had been in the nursery, but Starclan had a reason for this delivery being in the medicine cat's den, and I must figure out what is going on. "How are you holding up, Hawkcry?" Shifting from paw to paw, the long-legged petite tom had a feeling it was bad. But how bad? He really regretted not being able to see now.
Tagged ;; Hawkcry, Softberry, Dogtail, Kits
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Snow noted the ducking of Scorchstar's head. Whiskers twitching, the pearl tom lifted his ears up, just in time to detect a snort from Scorchstar. I'm glad my name amuses you. Now, here comes the never ending rush of questions. Baby blue eyes locked upon Scorchstar, Snow let a silky laugh escape him as his prediction came true. It is so very refreshing to have a change- words instead of claws. But even this change is rather humorous... just in a different way. You are uneasy, yet you wish to dig and delve to satisfy that unease rather than let it intimidate you, thus reducing you to another angry cat, and making it easy for me make you look like an imbecile. But, even so, you respect my boundaries... I believe that perhaps I have potentially found... a very unlikely ally. Of course it is only sensible to gain the trust of the leader- after all, their words are complete and utter power in the eyes of others. But, unlike others, you must earn my respect for my trust. I will not allow traitors to slip past my barrier... which means, this chat calls for a few tests. "One question at a time, Scorchstar," Snow said, hint of a very strange purr in the back of his throat. Letting his eyes dance over the camp, Snow gaze finally came to a rest on his left foreleg. Now that the main conflict was over... for now... he allowed himself to gaze at his pelt and fully take in what Hawkcry had done to him.
He looked an absolute mess. His entire pearly pelt was an off-shade of coral; where blood had matted, mostly around the shoulder and his back, his fur stuck in clumps. No wonder he is uneasy- I must look like a true rogue. Hm... handsome, regardless of his abysmal temper and pathetic plan execution, he did put up quite a fight. I will enjoy sparring with him when the time comes. Buying his time, the older tom licked his bloodied maw before speaking. "I didn't dodge your question- I merely answered it my way," Snow said, his baby blue eyes beginning to glow in the fading light. Which is almost completely meant to be unreadable. "But I can translate it to better suit you." Taking his time some more then, the petite tom sat, wrapping his feathery tail around his paws. Getting comfortable. "Because I can better this clan." This sentence can sound...arrogant. Hostile. Vicious. But to those whom look within, it can also mean that I can truly change everyone for the better. I can teach them with knowledge far beyond what any of you will ever have. But how deeply do you truly look within my words, Scorchstar?
Letting that sink in, Snow then gazed at the sky. Are you up there, watching me, questioning my testing Eliza? Or are you proud of your adopted son? "As for my intentions.." that sweet, savory smile crossed his pearl maw as his baby blue gaze came down from the sky. Regardless, I have a feeling that you'll see eventually, Eliza, even if you don't now. "it seems your clan has already made their decision." I will answer your question about where I am from, and tell you what happened- perhaps then you can make your decision regarding my intentions. But, for now, I am curious as to see what you think of my betterment statement.
Tagged ;; Scorchstar
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Scorchstar
Tomcat
Oriental Shorthair
Leader of DesertClan
Age: 36 moons (8 lives left)
Location: DesertClan camp - outside the leader's den
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Snow
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The oriental shorthair gritted his teeth slightly, and narrowed his pale green eyes ever more at this Snow. Now he was beginning to get frustrated and annoyed... He was the leader here, yet this tomcat spoke to him as if he was a kitten. He acted as if he was in charge... and it seemed, by his words and the gleam in his blue eyes, that he wanted to be. The long-limbed male blinked slowly, his eyes glowing just as brightly.. now lit with more hostility. Scorch star, much as he hated to admit it, was beginning to lose his cool with Snow and his twisting, bewitching words that made him seem like a fool.
"Better? How could you better DesertClan? By overthrowing me and taking over my Clan, I'm assuming, hmm, Snow? I may be calm, if not wary, around imposters that enter my boundaries, but... as petty as my next words may seem, for I can not back them up right now, I won't roll over and expose my belly to you like some dog.." He spoke these words carefully, aware that the threat was slightly empty.
I'm sorry, Sandfur.. I can't trust him! There are some things I must push aside for the safety of my Clanmates.. I can't let this cat join our ranks! Death and destruction are sure to follow if he stays here.. despite the fact that he wants to make my Clan "better". He is blinded by ambition.. But maybe he doesn't even know that himself. Snow thinks these disastrous plans are for the greater good, by StarClan's maw!
I need to end this conversation now.. as pathetically short as it is, so that I don't play right into his paws. He'll set me up to look like an imbecile before my cats, and I don't want that. I can't let him win - I won't let him. I just have to be as crafty and calm as this male to dodge his trickery and.. mind games. I need to end this.. besides.. it's getting late and everyone is settling down. But I'll show him that I'm no pushover.. That I won't roll over and expose my belly like some coward. You will not destroy my Clan!
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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Oriental Shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: DesertClan camp
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Spottedpaw and Breezepaw
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Flarepaw snorted at Breezepaw's flurry of questions.. now able to relax in their pretense and return back to her carefree self. The burden of her.. well, episode with Thorn was lifted. The ebony oriental shorthair only hoped and prayed that she could trust these cats to cover for her if they happened to spot her sneaking out of camp once every cat was asleep. The large-eared female waved her tail and mewed a goodbye as Breezepaw padded off, and the turned back to Spottedpaw. She muttered, "Tell me about it.. That one rogue seemed nice enough, but what is it with all of them? The desert seems to be swarming with outsiders.." Flarepaw then flicked her tail in the direction her father was as he talked seriously and, uncharacteristically, calmly, with another foreign cat. "Like that white cat. That's the third visitor we've had today.. well, fourth, really."
Oliverstorm wrote:"Be careful what you wish for, is all I can say." For the second time today Softberry was making the marigold and cobweb combination, and her stocks for both were getting low. She gently rubbed the ointment into the cuts, taking special care around the throat. "Alright, Hawkcry, here's the lay down. Stay in camp for the next few days and for a few weeks, no border patrols - if you reopen a wound, then what we've done today is useless. But you can hunt in a few more days." The medicine cat purred, knowing that the warrior would probably protest. "I'm certain Dogtail could use a helper with the kits. [forgive me if I'm wrong] And Scorchstar might make you a mentor of one of the kits."
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She nodded. "You can help me! Until you can run around again!" She purred nicely. "Unless you don't want to..." she said and looked at Hawkcry. "It'll be fun..." she promised. The she-cat licked her kits and then herself.
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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: DesertClan camp
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Softberry, Dogtail, Batpaw, kittens
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The massive dark tabby grunted slightly and gritted his teeth as she gently cleaned up his wounds and the blood splattered across his muscular figure. He didn't want to show weakness before any cats - his pride and ego were both his most beloved things. When she had finished and had stepped away, then setting some ground rules for his healing process, he couldn't help but bristle. Stay in camp? With that white male? And stay in a den with four mewling kits? I don't think so!
Nonetheless, Hawkcry stifled his urge to snap and yell and throw a fit, as he saw Spidermask watching him out of the corner of one of his pale blue eyes, and purred silkily, slightly creepily, "Oh, I would never even dream of disobeying a medicine cat's orders." He then whisked his tail from side to side, standing up, and then adressing Dogtail, who laid on a mossy nest nearby, "It would be my.. pleasure to offer my services to you and your newborns. And I do hope, despite how young I may be, that I can mentor one of these kits."
The dark tabby then reached out with a wide paw and gently stroked one of the furry bundles, smirking as it squealed at his touch. Even a recently born kit knew how powerful he was.. and knew how to fear that power.
Hawkcry turned away from the queen and her babies when he heard some cat call out to him, asking how he was holding up. The dark warrior then turned, seeing Batpaw's slender form outlined in the moonlight and his filmy, turquoise eyes gleaming in the shadows of the den. He then rolled his shoulders slightly, disturbing the layer of herbal dressing a bit, "Well.. sure, I guess you could call it quite the miraculous fight. I won of course, obviously.. though not without some casualties. And I'm fine - sore, admittedly, but wounds will heal." However, my hatred for that rogue will not.
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Noeyes
Blind she-cat
Russian Blue
Elder of DesertClan
Age: 87 moons
Location: DesertClan camp - by the Oasis lake
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Foxfoot
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"Wounded, you say? Way to make our first impression on a possible new member to the Clan." Noeyes faced Foxfoot at his touch, chuckling slightly. "Yes, let's get closer.. Who's in the patrol and who wounded him, do ya think?" She asked as they set off toward the camp entrance with the tomcat at her side.
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