Oliverstorm wrote:Softberry already seemed more relaxed than when Batpaw first came up to her and she purred, scratching behind her ear. "You're quite correct, Batpaw - you're a wise cat, for your age." She licked down her fluffy pelt and gazed up when she heard the apprentice's mentor's pawsteps padding up. "Hawkcry, don't be too rough on yourself - I know you can handle yourself, but it's my duty to worry about you." The good-natured molly got to her paws and rested her muzzle on Batpaw's head, murmuring him good luck, and then headed to the entrance of camp. Holding back their assessment would only take longer and the day would only get hotter. She whisked her tail against's Hawkcry's flank, respectfully, and then gazed over her shoulder once about to leave.
"Oh, and you're right about that - I'm moon-gazing and star-speaking." Softberry purred and slipped out of the camp to find more marigold, as a lot of the supply was used. She trusted Snow to be able to wash himself in the oasis and handle himself in the Clan. There was no need to babysit such an abled tom.
Tagged;; Batpaw Hawkcry Open
Hawkcry - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 20 moons - Tags; Batpaw and Softberry (OPEN!)
Hawkcry relaxed his face, making sure it wasn't wrinkled, and meowed, smoothly, looking up from his snack, "Of course. I'll try not to irritate my wounds. We'll be doing nothing too elaborate today, after all."
Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Spottedpaw (OPEN!)
"I'll say.. Every day it's the same routine - with her barging into the den and waking up poor Shalowpaw and Fallowpaw.." The black apprentice was ready to abandon her thoughts on Thorn and chat with the spotted molly rather than be sulky over a relationship that never would've happen anyway. Pushing the image of his handsome face and wide, paid amber eyes out of her head, she purred as they trotted out of the den and to the fresh-kill pile, "You got that right.. Noeyes isn't all that bad - believe me, I'd know, having to care for her every other day - just awful mean when she isn't fed on time."
Scorchstar - leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 37 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; Cobrasong (OPEN!)
The orange tabby nodded his head having noticed the crowd of cats sniffing at the dusty floor around the pile and how anxious they were. Once I'm done speaking with Cobrasong, I'll have to take a look-see. Then I'll have to send out a group of cats to track whoever it was that came into our camp yesterday..
Scorchstar swiveled his head back to the waiting Cobrasong, ready for her to continue.
Sprite & Blue wrote:Sprite & Blue wrote:Monkey»
He grabbed a fish from the fresh kill pile. He looked at the den before padding inside. "Noeyes? Want a fish?" he mumbled through the stinking fish. "I think it is from yesterday!" He smiled and put the fish down before looking at the elder.
Red October wrote:Quailfeather ; silver tabby and white she-cat ; warrior ; tagged: open!
Finally having convinced herself that she had gotten enough rest to get through the day in an at least somewhat useful way, Quailfeather padded through the warrior den's entrance, pausing to stretch luxuriously once out in the camp, enjoying the feel of sand beneath her flexing claws. Ears pricked up, she surveyed her home. With a bit of curiosity she noted the cats gathered around Scorchstar, but thought nothing of it. Much had been going on in the clan lately, after all.Troutsplash ; grey-brown tabby tom ; deputy ; tagged: Dovestrike, Scorchstar, Cobrasong
Troutsplash sat next to Dovestrike, glad for a moment of peace while waiting for Scorchstar to finish talking with Cobrasong. The large tom's whiskers twitched with amusement as he watched Monkey approach the elders with his offering. Good luck to you, little cat. You might need it. With a deep breath, the warrior tipped his head to rest it against his friend's. "There's been so much commotion lately. When things have finally settled down, we should go for a walk by the falls, like we used to," he mewed. Not that things are going to settle down anytime soon, by the looks of it.Cactusfoot ; brown tabby tom ; elder ; tagged: Noeyes, Monkey
With a grunt off irritation, Cactusfoot tried to tuck his head further under himself, wanting to keep out the other elder's voice. Too early. Go back to sleep. A sharp stench flooding into their den prevented any further rest from coming to the old tom. "Looks like they haven't forgotten about you just yet," he rasped to Noeyes, willing the stink of day old fish to leave his nostrils. [Which, of course, wasn't proving to be very effective.] Cactusfoot frowned at the young cat standing in the den's entrance. "Stinking fish delivered by a rouge. This is what years of service to this clan gets us?" The brown tabby huffed and plopped his head back down, shoving his nose under his thin tail.
Noeyes - Elder of DesertClan - She-cat - 88 moons - Tags; Cactusfoot and Monkey (OPEN!)
Noeyes stopped in her mewling complaints out of hunger and spite when an awful stench entered the den. The elderly female wrinkled her muzzle, but, when she heard the cat who had offered the fish to them speak, the Russian blue knew she couldn't snap at the visitor. After all, this was one of the rogue cats - and young one, by the smell of him. At least he'd been kind enough to think of her and Cactusfoot. She snorted at the brown tabby nearby her and at his spitefulness towards the outsider, and then purred politely, evasively, so as not to eat the fish, "No, thanks, dear. Feel free to eat it yourself.. If I do recall, Flarepaw was supposed to be serving us food today and taking care of us.. It was nic of you, however, to consider checking in on us, young'n."
