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[red october]

Quailfeather ; silver tabby and white she-cat ; warrior ; tagged: Lilynose

Quailfeather smiled as Lilynose approached, the tip of her silver tail waving back and forth gently. "Hi, Lilynose," her mewed, amber eyes bright. "No, I don't think we have." The lithe she-cat knew very well that the other molly was a bit shy, and was interested in the possibility of finally getting to know her. You really do seem like a lovely cat. Quailfeather laughed lightly at the comment about the weather, grinning. "Well, it was a beautiful morning," she purred, glancing up at the cloudy, sprinkling sky. The silver and white molly's fur was fluffed up to keep the air's damp chill out. "Do you know if you'll be having to go out on a patrol? Don't tell anyone, but I'm pretty glad I get to stay in camp and at least have a chance of remaining mostly dry."

Troutsplash ; grey-brown tabby tom ; deputy ; tagged: Dovestrike, Scorchstar

Troutsplash raised his head as Scorchstar approached, unable to help glancing at Dovestrike curiously as the molly flinched away. He quickly forgot about his friend's strange behavior as he listened to her explain what had happened, nodding every so often to confirm her words. This shouldn't be happening. DesertClan has new kits; we need our prey. These cats deserve it. Judging by Scorchstar's carefully concealed anger, the orange tom wasn't too pleased either. The large, brown-grey warrior gazed steadily at his leader, and dipped his head when Scorchstar explained what he wanted of Troutsplash. His heart began to quicken. This isn't a task he would give to just any warrior. Raising his head, Troutsplash took a breath and steadily met his leader's gaze. "We will return with this rouge. I won't let you down," he said. And I mean it. With every fur on my pelt, I mean it. I won't let you down.

Cactusfoot ; brown tabby tom ; elder ; tagged: Noeyes, Flarepaw, Spottedpaw

Cactusfoot only snorted in response to Monkey's snapped comment, the tip of his ragged brown tail twitching in irritation. Insolent little rouge. No clan-bred youngster would show such disrespect. The old tom flicked an ear as Noeyes spoke to him, and fixed his cloudy green gaze on the unseeing she-cat. She had a point, and he knew it. That didn't mean he had to like it, though. "His attitude was terrible. We didn't serve this clan for moons to end up being expected to eat rotting fish delivered by a bratty outsider," he grumbled. Cactusfoot's tabby ears perked up a moment later when he noted two apprentices approaching. "It's Flarepaw and Spottedpaw. They seem to have brought edible prey," the tom mewed to Noeyes. He turned sharply to Flarepaw and squinted at the young molly before continuing, voice raspy, "You were raised right. At least you know when to keep your snapper shut. Sometimes, that is. Other times it's questionable."

[ruui]

Fallenpaw
He nodded,getting into his fighting
stance once again.Fallenpaw flicked
his tail,waiting for her first move.

[deftonesly]

{YAY WE HIT 100 PAGES! <33}

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

Scorchstar nodded his angular, sleek head, murmuring with a little sigh, "I know you won't. I trust you to bring in this thief and for there not to be any fighting. Whoever it was that stole our food, please try to persuade them to come peacefully. I don't want another "Hawkcry and Snow" incident again, Troutsplash." With a duck of his head to the two warriors, testing the seasoned warrior would get the task done. He then turned back to Cobrasong, patiently mewing, "Now, where were we?"

Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Spottedpaw, Cactusfoot, and Noeyes (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 off, 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 swivled her patchily-furred head about to face the slightly older tom and nod her head in ascent at his words. "True, true.. You do have a point. He'll learn to respect his elders him being a rogue in all hasn't exactly helped with his etiquette I suppose, eh? And he will learn how to be respectful, especially if Scorchstar lets him join the Clan." She then turned from the cranky male and faced Flarepaw and Spottedpaw, her mouth still watering. "Come in, come in.. I see - well, smell - you've brought my favorite, a hare." The Russian blue molly purred appreciatively as the one of the she-cats, Spottedpaw, she thought, dropped the hare at her feet.

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?
Also, @Red October, I absolutely love Cactusfoot.. He's like my spirit animal lmao}

[yeeee.]

{Challenge to a spar match or a bragging contest cx}

Batpaw felt a little bit of triumph at hearing a hiss from Hawkcry, but it still wasn't enough. He's too heavy for me to kick off his paws that way. With no momentum to back up my blow, he used his weight to stay on his paws, regardless of his previous injuries. Well, I suppose being large - even if you move slower - is a massive benefit. Much more of a benefit than I ever imagined. Lashing his long tail for balance, the ebony tom kept his namesake ears erect to their fullest height, listening for the heavy pawsteps that would betray Hawkcry's location while tensing his muscles, ready to attempt to dodge or countterack the next attack coming.

The petite tom heard the massive tom shift backwards, still gasping. Resisting the urge to strike, Batpaw narrowing his turquoise eyes again. Bring it, Hawkcry - I need to see what the most powerful of warriors can do, so one day I can defeat them. Heart hammering hard against his chest, fueled by adrenaline, Batpaw almost missed the growl. Almost. Crouching down low, he hear the pawsteps. At first, they stopped as if Hawkcry were lunging - but then, pain greeted his ankle. Your biting me?! In a spar match? Although it didn't draw blood and was completely acceptable, it hurt - let stepping on a thorn hurt. And, then there was the fact that he had somehow missed the split second to attack the massive cat. And to Batpaw, that was simply intolerable. Just as he was about to hiss, the praise came. The blind apprentice was quite surprised at the words - surprised into silence, but he shoved it away... for now. A good sign, but there is plenty of time for idle chat later - never talk on the battlefield unless important. A practice match should be treated like the real thing. Right now, I have to find a counterattack for Hawkcry's trick move, while still in his grasp. I am not heavy enough nor strong enough to shake him in this position - he knows that, and he is in his element. Grappling. But this also benefits me as well - I know exactly where he is, and if I use his momentum against him...

At the next roll, Batpaw slammed his paws hard into the dusty heart, twisting his paw slightly in Hawkcry's grasp due to the momentum - albeit a bit risky, but no risk no reward. Shifting his weight forward, with what he hoped was enough momentum,the ebony tom struck with perhaps his most reliable move. A simple paw strike, but instead of downward, upward. Swinging his paw against the side of Hawkcry's head near the jawline, tilting his wrist to make it more like a slap. I have to agitate Hawkcry 'till he releases my paw. If he doesn't release it now, then I'll have to kick him again.

Tagged ;; Hawkcry

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Spottedpaw stiffened at the mere though, her golden eyes narrowing again. "So do I. All they are thinking about are themselves, and hindering our progress - think about the on that stole our prey this morning!" Shaking her head, the tall molly flicked her tail. I wish I could run into one of them so I can sink my claws into their mangy pelt. But, your interesting, Flarepaw - you told me the story of what happened with another rogue, how you talked with him before Batpaw flipped out. If you hated it so much, why did you chat? I don't know what was said, but still.... Hearing Flarepaw's last statement though, she nodded slightly with a little hum, snapping out of her thoughts temporarily. "You and me both. Him and the senior warriors are going to be stretched extremely thin over these next few sunsets," Spottedpaw said, cutting off as Flarepaw stopped and a horrible smell wafted across her nostrils. The tall molly stopped, watching Monkey pad out of the den and off into the camp with fish. It was a secret of Spottedpaw's that she hated fish, but it was hard to hide it now.

Nostrils flaring, the molly took a step back, her whiskers twitching erratically. "I actually wouldn't blame him this time. That thing reeks, great starclan, and it's another one of the rogues. Seriously?!" Spottedpaw mewed angrily before following after Flarepaw, gnashing her fangs. The apprentice caught wind of Cactusfoot's comment; at first her eyes widened, but then she just shook her head and lowered her lip back over her canines. We are in for it today, Flarepaw. But, Cactusfoot does have a point. Your punishment because of that tongue. After regaining her attitude, Spottedpaw straightened. "Good morning Noeyes, Cactusfoot. How are you feeling?"

Tagged ;; Cactusfoot, Noeyes, Flarepaw

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Mistcloud noted the massive tom seemed rather uncomfortable with his presence. Probably because this obviously wasn't one of Jackalhowl's finest moments. Well, I'm here to try and get you out of this slump. We need our warriors prim and proper, now don't we? Whiskers twitching, the large tom nodded in agreement, before laying right there out in the rain. "Agreed, Jackalhowl. But I must admit, I'm enjoying the change in weather - I don't recall the last time it's been this cool." Smiling a tad bit wider, the curly coated cat yawned them. "Pardon me, still a bit out of it." Shaking his head and sending a smalls pray of droplets from his thick, curly pelt, the older warrior then licked his nose. Sparring in the isn't exactly the most appealing of ideas for a cat that hates water, nor is hunting. Still, it needs to be done. "Have any plans for the day?" Mistcloud questioned, his jade eyes fixated on the larger tom before him.

Tagged ;; Jackalhowl

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Snow watched as Mossleap made sure she kept a good distance, and began to impatiently tapping the tip and glaring about. I see why Scorchstar sent you. He believes that you'd efficiently drive me out within a reasonable time due to your impatience, and due to my 'poor' physical shape. Whiskers twitching in amusement as the conclusion was reached, the pearl tom glanced at Mossleap, before he did chuckle. A soft, honeyed chuckle just like his voice - that tone seemed to be the norm for him. "Why wouldn't I be?" the older cat's whiskers twitched, and he fixed his baby blue eyes upon the straightening Mossleap. He didn't fail to detect the hissing in her voice, but appeared not to notice to the naked eye. "Not all of us are rude, vicious monsters - some of us are just trying to survive." Like I. But, Icefang was right. I'll never live again. Snow let his words hang in the air for a second, before turning his gaze back outside. It was drizzling outside. Part of him wanted to just step outside and let the drizzle soak his bloodied pelt - the rain wasn't hard enough to clean it, but, Snow loved water. After all, it was the only consistent variable he knew. But, dancing in the rain in the middle of a camp I"m not supposed to be in will only make my mirage shatter. "Oh, I will, dear." No one will rush me, dear Mossleap - and handsome Hawkcry cannot stop me. Fitting nicknames I do believe. I wonder what else I can discover...

"Have any more questions for me?" Snow mewed softly, not angling his gaze from the beautiful spectacle outside. Then, feeling rather generous, the older tom mewed silently, "Someone might want to move the prey - wouldn't want it to get soiled." There are a bunch of cats at the pile currently, but no one is moving the prey. What are they doing then?

Tagged ;; Mossleap

[canadianhowl]

"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.

"Understandable. If I catch any extra then I'll give it to you so you can take it back to the clan. A rouge like me doesn't really need much food conspired to a clan." Lovino meowed giving a offer again before he padded away and out of clan territory to hunt. Anything would do for food out here and the male was determined to get Softberry some big prey. Well the biggest size you can find in the desert.

[ShadowBoi]

Cougar)

He grinned and got up, looking down at the tom as his claws slowly unsheathed. He smelled like... blood now. He didn't seem the least bit worried.

[Olivesaurus]

Fallenpaw
He nodded,getting into his fighting
stance once again.Fallenpaw flicked
his tail,waiting for her first move.

Swallowpaw locked eyes with Fallenpaw's. The she-cat knew she's easily loose- her fighting skills were terrible, and she knew it, too. The she-cat then launched herself at her opponent, hoping for the best.

[northnorthwest]

Flameclawtags; Summer, Cougar

The orange tom was aware that the she cat was angry, but also noticed how she jumped at a fish. The tom on the other paw, was larger than Flameclaw and looked like he wanted to fight. Swiveling one ear back towards camp Flameclaw wondered if he should call for help, and if he did if anyone would hear him. To the cats he said, "If doesn't matter how long you've known each other. You can't take prey from my clan! If you'd like to leave now, don't come back. If you don't want to leave," Flameclaw fluffed up his fur again, glaring into the eyes of the large tom he was confronting, "I'll make you. Or you can come to camp, explain yourselves to Scorchstar, and he will decide how you leave."

(I'm terrible at this )

[* Macey *]

Mossleap
I stop tapping my tail at Snow's remark. "If you were just trying to survive, Scorchstar wouldn't be sending you away." I let out a small sigh as small rain drops trickle along my spine. Rain in the desert was scarce, so any at all was a blessing from StarClan. I note his remark on the fresh kill, considering moving it myself. I shake the thought from my mind, refusing to leave Snow alone. "I'm sure some-cat will move it." I stand, trotting into the clearing. I let the drizzle surround me. My pelt is damp after only a moment. Snow stays seated in the mouth of the den. I can tell he'd love to join me in the rain. I flick my tail for him to join me. "Kits don't get to have all the fun do they?"

[ShadowBoi]

(XD)

Cougar)

Did he really have to explain it?! He mouthed 'I'm mute', rolling his eyes as he groomed a paw.