PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[ShadowBoi]

Summer»

The she-cat tilted her head at the fish. Purrinv, she looked back at the water. She watched a shiny fish swim by and yawned. The loner curled up, but watched Cougar silently, but sometimes she would purr. She smiled and watched Cougar as she slowly drifted off to a nap.

Cougar)

He watched her sleep and purred softly, thinking about how perfectly beautiful she was. Cougar padded over to Summer and curled around her, drifting into a light sleep.

[* Macey *]

Scorchstar - leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 37 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; Cobrasong, Troutsplash, and Dovestrike (OPEN!)

Scorchstar saw the rising clamor beside the fresh-kill pile out of the corner of his narrowed emerald eyes. The long-legged male turned to Cobrasong, who seemed to be having trouble gathering her thoughts. Politely, the orange baby excused himself, mewing, "If you don't mind, Cobrasong, I need to go see what's what. Wait here - I'll be back to hear what you have to say soon enough."
With that the large-eared tom got to his slender feet and trotted, long tail waving in the cool air, towards the deputy-to-be. When he got there, he instantly picked up the scent of a rogue, and curled his lips inactively, lashing his tail once. With his eyes still in their narrowed position and his massive ears now flattened, he murmured to Troustsplash, who stood beside him, "What seems to have happened here?"

Batpaw felt those piercing eyes in the back of his head. The tall ebony tom subconsciously flexed his long, hooked claws. You may be one of the best warriors in this clan, but don't you dare underestimate me. I may be blind, but do you know how often I get up and hunt, honing my ears 'till I can hear a mouse sneeze? How I practice the basics till my paws bleed? How I listen to every tip given to me and implement it every chance I get? The petite tom's tail twitched ever so slightly, and a soft, slightly exasperated sigh escaped him. But alas, you are a great warrior; one of the best. You will no doubt defeat me. His almond shaped eyes narrowed ever so slightly then. But it won't be a simple flip and surrender - I am no longer helpless. I've gotten better - much better - and I will prove it today. That is my goal. You'd better watch yourself, Hawkcry.

His thoughts were cut off as Softberry began to speak again. A bit of surprise flickered through him at her words; regardless, only his whiskers twitched to show for it. "Thank you," Batpaw mewed in his soft voice, his ears going back a bit as he felt a warm muzzle rest on his head. I don't remember the last time I've been nuzzled.... it's nicer than I remember. the ebony tom thought absentmindedly, enjoying the temporary warmth against his better judgement. At Softberry's last mew, a small smile crossed Batpaw's maw, but it was gone as quickly as it had come. He had to focus.

I'm ready to get down to business, Hawkcry. Are you? I doubt it. Nothing too elaborate? You'll learn. "I'm ready," Batpaw mewed, his soft voice betraying none of his thoughts. He completely skipped over curtsies. Time was running out. "How would you like to do this?" I'm assuming sparring, no claws, all brawl - but perhaps you are just here to show off your skills and teach me new things rather than spar. But, I have a feeling that perhaps both will occur today. Regardless, I'll be nice, and let you decide, Hawkcry.

Tagged ;; Softberry, Hawkcry

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Spottedpaw shook her head. "Tell me about it," the golden molly said, sniffing in disgust. "She has no respect for our rest." The older molly detected the purr, and grinned. "Your eager to chat with her, huh? Well, I agree - she's a lot more mild tempered than most elders," Spottedpaw added, before sniffing at the prey pile. "What do you think we should take her? A nice hare? I think a lizard is a bit too crunch, but you know her better than I do," the tall molly stated, curling her tail. I'm glad Flarepaw's in a better mood today. Last time, she was a bit angry after that incident with Batpaw. But now, everything's good - maybe she'll be off punishment early if she stays out of trouble like she is now.

Tagged ;; Flarepaw

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Snow watched Mossleap clean her face, noting her emerald eyes never swayed from his own baby blue gaze. Her tail twitched, but if he wasn't watching, he would've completely missed it. She's impatient yet curious all in one. The pearl tom drew that conclusion, before anglomg his baby blue gaze towards the sky, his pale whiskers twitching with mild amusement. It is getting late. Only one cat was sent to remove me, and I am still here. If rejecting me was a show of force, a show that I wasn't needed here and that I would be eradicated, than it is pretty poor if it is followed up by a one-cat escort - a cat that doesn't even really care where I end up. Needless to say, no one has even checked to see if she has done her job. Ahhh, that is why this clan needs to be bettered - they need discipline. Regardless, I shall enjoy the mirage while it lasts. "You have a question," Snow stated, standing up and stretching leisurely before padding over to the entrance of the den, and stopping. From there he could see the Oasis, a group of cats near the prey pile, and Scorchstar sitting, somewhat relaxed, chatting with a molly. Stay just like that, Scorchstar. You know, your not going to have much peace after this. Peace is simply a mirage - it always hides an uglier truth behind a beautiful screen, and never lasts. But you can enjoy it if you understand that it's only temporary...... Noting that two cats were near the Oasis, Snow waited for them to pass. After all, wouldn't want to cause a commotion. Perhaps my screen could last a bit longer.

Tagged ;; Mossleap

Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Spottedpaw (OPEN!)

Flarepaw mewed, still padding along beside Spottedpaw with her elegant tail whisking through the slightly chilly air, "Yeah, I guess. And you're right.. she is more mildly-tempered than most elders.. Try to compare her to Cactusfoot.. Now he's a grumpy, troublesome cat.." When they reached the heap of prey, they moved around the crowd that was gathered beside it. Apparently some rogue had snuck into camp and had stolen a rat, and the ebony female knew better than to get involved in Clan problems like these. She left the issue to her father, who had just bounded over and was now speaking to Troutsplash. The stoic tomcat wasn't pleased.. His fur was still slightly rumpled from sleep, and his ears were pasted back against his angular head. Flare paw knew she'd be acting the same if she was in his paws... This was the fourth rogue incident in less than a day!
Turning her thinly-furred head away from the group of felines, she joined the hazel-eyed molly at the pile and looked at their options. "Nah, a lizard is too crunchy for Noeyes and Cactusfoot.. Let's get a hare for Noeyes and a two plump mice for Cactusfoot. That ought to please them."
The spritely female leaned down and grabbed the two mice by their tails then and started walking towards the nearby elders' den.


Hawkcry - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 20 moons - Tags; Batpaw (OPEN!)

The dark warrior nodded to the medicine cat as she passed and when Batpaw turned to him, he pawed aside the remains of his hare. He strode over to the much smaller, ebony tomcat and meowed, circling around him and inspecting him with his head arrogantly raised, "Well, for starters, it's obvious that you know all of the basics when it comes to sparring. Let's delve more into this, and learn some tougher moves, eh? For example, something along these lines will quickly win you a fight."
With that being ominously said, Hawkcry, letting out a mock battle cry, lurched forward, claws sheathed, and, with his rippling shoulder, swept the blind male off of his feet. Bat paw fell to the ground, crumpling under the dark tabby's greater weight, and the bblue-eyed brute reared up on his hind legs above the tom as if to swipe at his belly. "The classic belly-rake. When you're pinned or if you're in tricky situation, if possible, you can shove your adversary off of you and attack his throat and stomach. Easy peasy."


Noeyes - Elder of DesertClan - She-cat - 88 moons - Tags; Cactusfoot and Monkey (OPEN!)

Noeyes purred sweetly as the young male grabbed the fish, "Run along now. And thank you for your kindness." Once the rogue had left, Noeyes swiveled her patchy-furred head around to face Cactusfoot. The Russian blue flattened her ears and twitched her whiskers with annoyance at the fellow elder, "No need to be so hostile to the youngster, you know, you old bat. He was only trying to provide his services." She sat up and preened her ruffled, thin fur, adding with a snort, "You should learn to be more appreciative."

{Don't want to lose this. reposting for Red October, Darkest Shadows, and Macey!}

{Just so you know, Dovestrike and Troutsplash actually walked over to Scorchstar}

[canadianhowl]

The male gave a nod to answer Softberry's response before he asked her, "You know I'm pretty hungry right now. I'll be right back with some prey. I could also hunt for you if you want me to. I promise I won't hunt in the clans territory." Lovino offered the medicine cat with a now growing friendly smile.

[deftonesly]

Scorchstar - leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 37 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; Cobrasong, Troutsplash, and Dovestrike (OPEN!)

Scorchstar saw the rising clamor beside the fresh-kill pile out of the corner of his narrowed emerald eyes. The long-legged male turned to Cobrasong, who seemed to be having trouble gathering her thoughts. Politely, the orange baby excused himself, mewing, "If you don't mind, Cobrasong, I need to go talk with Dovestrike and Troutsplash. Hold on one moment - I'll be back to hear what you have to say soon enough."
With that the large-eared tomcat turned his back on the ruddy-colored female to talk with the pair. Seeing how Torutsplash's head was rested on Dovestrike's and how she was gazing at him so lovingly hurt the orange tabby. He remembered how Sandfur had used to look at him like that.. He coughed a little, pricking his oversized ears and chuckling slightly, "I hope I'm not interrupting something?"

[Oliverstorm]

The male gave a nod to answer Softberry's response before he asked her, "You know I'm pretty hungry right now. I'll be right back with some prey. I could also hunt for you if you want me to. I promise I won't hunt in the clans territory." Lovino offered the medicine cat with a now growing friendly smile.

"I'm afraid I can't take that offer, in order to eat my share, I must provide my duty to the Clan." Softberry declined respectfully, lowering her head slightly in thanks. "However, your offer is not unappreciated." The molly felt her stomach grumble and made a likewise sound with her maw, disliking the hunger.

[deftonesly]

Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Spottedpaw (OPEN!)

Flarepaw mewed, still padding along beside Spottedpaw with her elegant tail whisking through the slightly chilly air, "Yeah, I guess. And you're right.. she is more mildly-tempered than most elders.. Try to compare her to Cactusfoot.. Now he's a grumpy, troublesome cat.." When they reached the heap of prey, they moved around the crowd that was gathered beside it. Apparently some rogue had snuck into camp and had stolen a rat, and the ebony female knew better than to get involved in Clan problems like these. She left the issue to her father, who had just bounded over and was now speaking to Troutsplash. The stoic tomcat wasn't pleased.. His fur was still slightly rumpled from sleep, and his ears were pasted back against his angular head. Flare paw knew she'd be acting the same if she was in his paws... This was the fourth rogue incident in less than a day!
Turning her thinly-furred head away from the group of felines, she joined the hazel-eyed molly at the pile and looked at their options. "Nah, a lizard is too crunchy for Noeyes and Cactusfoot.. Let's get a hare for Noeyes and a two plump mice for Cactusfoot. That ought to please them."
The spritely female leaned down and grabbed the two mice by their tails then and started walking towards the nearby elders' den.


Hawkcry - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 20 moons - Tags; Batpaw (OPEN!)

The dark warrior nodded to the medicine cat as she passed and when Batpaw turned to him, he pawed aside the remains of his hare. He strode over to the much smaller, ebony tomcat and meowed, circling around him and inspecting him with his head arrogantly raised, "Well, for starters, it's obvious that you know all of the basics when it comes to sparring. Let's delve more into this, and learn some tougher moves, eh? For example, something along these lines will quickly win you a fight."
With that being ominously said, Hawkcry, letting out a mock battle cry, lurched forward, claws sheathed, and, with his rippling shoulder, swept the blind male off of his feet. Bat paw fell to the ground, crumpling under the dark tabby's greater weight, and the bblue-eyed brute reared up on his hind legs above the tom as if to swipe at his belly. "The classic belly-rake. When you're pinned or if you're in tricky situation, if possible, you can shove your adversary off of you and attack his throat and stomach. Easy peasy."


Noeyes - Elder of DesertClan - She-cat - 88 moons - Tags; Cactusfoot and Monkey (OPEN!)

Noeyes purred sweetly as the young male grabbed the fish, "Run along now. And thank you for your kindness." Once the rogue had left, Noeyes swiveled her patchy-furred head around to face Cactusfoot. The Russian blue flattened her ears and twitched her whiskers with annoyance at the fellow elder, "No need to be so hostile to the youngster, you know, you old bat. He was only trying to provide his services." She sat up and preened her ruffled, thin fur, adding with a snort, "You should learn to be more appreciative."


Scorchstar - Leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 37 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; Cobrasong, Troutsplash, and Dovestrike (OPEN!)

Scorchstar saw the rising clamor beside the fresh-kill pile out of the corner of his narrowed emerald eyes. The long-legged male turned to Cobrasong, who seemed to be having trouble gathering her thoughts. Politely, the orange baby excused himself, mewing, "If you don't mind, Cobrasong, I need to go talk with Dovestrike and Troutsplash. Hold on one moment - I'll be back to hear what you have to say soon enough."
With that the large-eared tomcat turned his back on the ruddy-colored female to talk with the pair. Seeing how Torutsplash's head was rested on Dovestrike's and how she was gazing at him so lovingly hurt the orange tabby. He remembered how Sandfur had used to look at him like that.. He coughed a little, pricking his oversized ears and chuckling slightly, "I hope I'm not interrupting something?"


Jackalhowl - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 34 moons - Tags; OPEN!

The massive, shy male sat just outside the warriors' den, in the shade of a scraggly bush. Jackalhowl has just awoken, having had allowed himself to sleep in, and the moment he'd exited the den he'd ducked for cover beneath his usual hiding spot. Having a pelt as long and thick as his could literally cook a cat in the desert.. but the poor, multi-hued male simply had to deal with the stifling heat. He'd learned to deal with it, but that didn't mean he didn't often visit Softberry for sunburns..
Thankfully, StarClan seemed to be smiling down on the hefty brute, and there was a cool, crisp breeze afoot. It nipped at Jackalhowl's pink nose and made his elegantly long ears flap. The yellow-green-eyed tom was tempted to exit the cover of the shady brush, but when the rain began to fall from the gray clouds, above, he shrank back with a frightened mewl. Ot was a light patter, merely a drizzle, but the main coon shuddered nonetheless, squashing his bulk into the crackly bush.
He hated water. He couldn't stress it enough. Living in the desert had its perks - Jackalhowl surely hardly ever came into contact with the liquid, but on cloudy days like these, it was unlikely he'd dare leave camp.

[* Macey *]

Dovestrike
My ears heat up as Scorchstar walks over. I lean away, but keep my tail on Troutsplash's. "Oh uh n-no." I shake my head slightly, refocusing on the task. "Scorchstar, there is a rat missing from the fresh kill pile, and we smelled rouge scent around in the area." My ears are on fire at being called out, but my pelt is still warm where it's touching Troutslash.

[* Macey *]

Mossleap
I stand with a small shake of my pelt, pushing past the Tom, and into the large camp. "I may. But that's none of your concern, now is it?" My gaze is fierce as I look at Snow. I see wisdom in his eyes, making me feel slightly uncomfortable. This cat was larger than I, but I was quite confident in my fighting abilities. Their was a reason Scorchstar had chosen me, I'm sure of it. I flick the white tip of my tail for the Tom to follow, as I start toward the entrance to camp.

{Did you post after this one?}

[yeeee.]

{Sorry for the terrible response - I am exhausted ;v;}

"Cactusfoot was aptly named," Spottedpaw said, burst into raucous laughter before rolling her golden eyes. Pushing by cats, the tall molly followed her friend, almost tempted to grab her elegant tail as it swayed in the wind- but, deciding Flarepaw had enough going on, she shoved away the mischevious thought. As soon as those thoughts dissipated, she caught bits of wording suggesting a rogue had stolen their prey. How outrageous! Pelt prickling at the thought, the golden molly released a soft growl. "Another one?! Is this an invasion?" the apprentice huffed, a bit loudly, before following after Flarepaw and finally arriving at the pile. For a second, she contemplated on whether or not to get some breakfast. Noting at how... small the pile seemed, she decided against it, and focused on the petite molly beside her to ward off her hungry. "Gosh, they eat a lot - even more than the warriors," Spottedpaw mused, before nodding her head in agreement. "Sounds like a plan." Letting Flarepaw take the lead again, she focused her gaze on the sky. It was hot - whisker roasting hot. Wonder how many cats will be going to Softberry for burns, the golden molly thought, shaking her head a bit in disgust before padding after Flarepaw. "Think that today's a good day for Cactusfoot?" Spottedpaw mewed, albeit too loudly again - her golden eyes were roving the dusty terrain, as if expecting another rogue to appear.

Tagged ;; Flarepaw

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Batpaw flickered his namesake ears. Now you stop snacking? You should finish that prey - many rogues would kill for a morsel like that. The ebony tom, needless to say, was in one of his more... pessimistic moods. Regardless, he could feel the blood coursing through his veins as the massive tabby began to approach him - although he couldn't see, he could feel Hawkcry's scrutnizing gaze upon him. Narrowing his filmy turquoise eyes ever so slightly, the petite tom shifted slightly, listening to the warriors words. Ending a fight? Temporarily distracted by those words, Batpaw's whiskers twitched ever so subtly - then, he heard the battle cry, the lurch, and knew what was happening. But, unfortunately, he didn't have any time to react - a repeat of what happened oh-so often.

Batpaw hit the ground a lot harder than he cared to admit. Pain surged through his head and previously injured left hindquarter - a slight hiss escaped him, followed by a gasp due to the air being knocked from his lungs. Then, he heard Hawkcry's words. Easy peasy? Narrowing his filmy eyes, he gathered his hindlegs beneath him. Alright then. Although he was still a bit dazed fro the unexpected attack, he lashed out with his long, powerful legs, striking Hawkcry hard in the stomach and racking down. Although his claws were sheathed also, the ebony tom was sure it would hurt - his paw pads weren't exactly soft, and he hadn't struck lightly. I"m learning fight-ending moves... execution moves. That excitement surged again. You won't get the better of me yet, Hawkcry. Even with a surprise attack. Perking his namesake ears, Batpaw jumped to his feet, his breath regained - enough. Lunging for Hawkcry, he slammed into the larger warrior while he was off-balance. Belly rake, huh? Hm... that's something that is rather easy for me to do, if I learn to calculate right - usually it's used while your own your back, belly exposed so it's easy to tell where my opponent will strike...

Tagged ;; Hawkcry

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Mistcloud blinked open his jade eyes, and yawned - standing up slowly, the older warrior stretched his limbs, taking care to stretch out his left permanently injured left hindquarter. The tendons creaked - a bit stiff, but none worse for the wear, considering how old he was and how long it had been injured. Licking his whiskers, the large male slowly padded out of his den, closing his eyes in pleasure as a slight drizzle washed over his face. "Ah, such a marvelous day this is - it isn't often we get rain. So under appreciated this small break is," the older warrior said with a soft sigh, opening his maw and letting a few drops land on his tongue. If this increases, it could be a marvelous break from the intense heat. But, if it keeps raining, then we need to move the prey. Turning his gaze upon the prey pile, he noted there were a crowd of cats then. Narrowing his eyes, he let his bright gaze survey the camp. They came to a rest upon the massive Jackalhowl.

A massive, capable warrior squished in a bush mewling like a kit. Mistcloud's eyes widened slightly, before a small smile crossed his maw. Padding over, the lithe tom sat. "Good day, Jackalhowl." A pause. "Not enjoying the change of weather, hmm?" Sympathy radiated in Mistcloud's gaze, and he shook his head ever so slightly. Very capable he is. Massive - that strength is a phenomenal weapon in battle. Capable, reliable. Yet terrified of the rain, and very shy. But, with all of this recent chaos, I don't blame him. If he does cheer up soon, I'm going to have to challenge him.

Tagged ;; Jackalhowl

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Snow glanced at Mossleap, then chuckled. "Perhaps not," the older tom said, not moving from his position at the medicine cat's den. "But, you didn't have it before you came here," the pearl tom stated plainly, licking his paw and swiping it upon his matted coat. Upon discovering it was mutilated, caked and simply atrocious, a small, pouty frown appeared on his face, even more disarming than his smile. "My, I do hope this comes off nicely," Snow said in that honeyed tone, before lifting his gaze to Mossleap's retreating figure. My mirage will last a bit longer. "I cannot leave yet, dear," Snow said, closing his baby blue eyes and enjoying the slight dampness that the cool breeze carried his way. After a second, a silky purr escaped him. "Mossleap ordered that I bathe before I depart. The oasis is currently occupied - wouldn't want to go bathe no and cause a commotion, would we?" Lifting a claw, the older rogue motioned for Mossleap to sit next to him, a slightly amused look crossing his maw.

Tagged ;; Mossleap {No, I didn't - thanks for reposting ^-^}

[deftonesly]

Scorchstar - Leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 37 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; Cobrasong, Troutsplash, and Dovestrike (OPEN!)

The long-legged tomcat had suspected this. By the slightly stale scent of rogue hitting him as they spoke, he'd known that the commotion was being caused by something along those lines. Scorchstar ground his teeth, not taking notice of the young female's embarrassment, as he was now consumed with anger and disdain. How many more rogues will wander about in our lands, by StarClan's maw? Can't I just have one easy day?
He raised a striped, thin paw, lashing his tail as he tried to maintain a calm composure for the two's sake. Scorchstar mewed, "I see.. How odd to have a cat be so daring to steal from us.." He narrowed his emerald-green eyes and tilted his head thoughtfully as he added, "I want a patrol sent out after this thief. Whoever stole our hard-earned prey, we shall catch them." He turned to Troutsplash, hoping the tomcat knew that this could be a test to prove he was worthy of the rank of deputy. "Troutsplash. Round up a group of four cats, including yourself, and follow this rogue's scent trail. Bring her or him in as soon as you find them."


Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Spottedpaw (OPEN!)

"Probably.." Flarepaw mumbled sarcastically around the mice, thinking absentmindedly of Thorn and what he was doing as of now. "I honestly hate rogues with a burning passion.. they don't seem willing to give us a break." She nodded her head to her father, who was talking rather seriously with Troutsplash and Dovestrike. "For once, I feel bad for Scorchstar.. He seems overwhelmed."
As they neared the elders' den and saw Monkey pad out, a fish in his jaws and his blue eyes narrowed balefully, the ebony oriental shorthair murmured to her friend as they watched the tom pass, "I'm guessing Cactusfoot isn't in that good of a mood today.. Well, here we go. Let's go get our ears chewed of, shall we?" With that, she ducked into the tunnel-den, prey swinging in her needle-like teeth.


Hawkcry - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 20 moons - Tags; Batpaw (OPEN!)

Hawkcry knew that the ebony tomcat was ticked. Ticked something, awful, actually, though that didn't scare the dark tabby. However, anger and frustration did tend to make a cat stronger and more powerful.. and the same went for blind apprentices. Hawkcry had to admit that he'd underestimated Batpaw, especially when he lashed out and kicked him solidly in the gut. The seasoned, yet still young, warrior let out a little gasp and grit his teeth, but somehow remained standing. The blow had knocked the breath out of him and made his shoulder and neck wounds screech in blazing pain, but the blue-eyed write shook off the pain. Pain and showing pain is for weaklings! Either way, that was a strong kick.. He's got rather good legs.. We can use that, guaranteed.
The male backed away from the blind apprentice, getting ready to make a counterattack. The rage was so clear in the tom's eyes, and Hawkcry knew how hard rage was to control and stamp out. As he panted, gaining his breath but not taking his eyes off of the smaller male, Hawkcry thought, devilishly and darkly, Use your anger, Batpaw! Use it! You're gonna go far, kid, especially with you under my wing. I'm not worried that you'll beat me - though you are strong. Show me what you've got! Reveal to me all of that pent up frustration and ire!
Growling lowly, the dark warrior surged forward again, his paws scuffling up dust as he pounced upward. He pulled a move he'd often seen Flarepaw do - the young male dove high, feigning an attack at Batpaw's neck and throat, but quickly changed direction and went for his lanky long legs. He sank his sharp, curved teeth into the apprentice's fore-paw, biting, but not hard enough to draw blood. With a grunt and with Bateau's paw still in his jaws, he wrenched his head to the side and tossed him away, sending him rolling. "The paw-grab and flick. A move of my own. You're doing well, I must say." Praise him - he needs to know your appreciation.


Noeyes - Elder of DesertClan - She-cat - 88 moons - Tags; Cactusfoot, Flarepaw, and Spottedpaw (OPEN!)

Noeyes purred sweetly as the young male grabbed the fish, "Run along now. And thank you for your kindness." Once the rogue had left, Noeyes swiveled her patchy-furred head around to face Cactusfoot. The Russian blue flattened her ears and twitched her whiskers with annoyance at the fellow elder, "No need to be so hostile to the youngster, you know, you old bat. He was only trying to provide his services." She sat up and preened her ruffled, thin fur, adding with a snort, "You should learn to be more appreciative."
Noeyes stuck her tongue out at the male and then turned her head back towards the den entrance as she heard a cat - no, two cats - enter. She didn't now who had come to visit, but smelled food, which made her mouth water with insatiable hunger. "Who's there?" The Russian blue rasped.


Jackalhowl - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 34 moons - Tags; Mistcloud (OPEN!)

Jackalhowl's pelt heated up and lifted with embarrassment as he saw Mistcloud revealed himself, and peered up at him, his wide yellow gaze locking onto the male's face and quickly darting away. Not willing to meet his gaze, Jackalhowl murmured, crawling slightly out of the bush and halting in his complaining to address the slightly older tomcat, "H-hello, Mistcloud.. And no, certainly n-not. Hard to get this pelt to dry if it gets soaked, eh?"

{Question: What do you mean by challenge, Darkest?}