PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[yeeee.]

Batpaw finished his grooming, and closed his eyes for the briefest of moments. He was in luck so far. Leaping down from the rock, the tall tom tested his leg. It hurt, but it wasn't unbearable. Ebony nose twitching, he discovered that quite a few warriors had emerged. Perhaps I can find a sparring partner when I'm done cleaning. Exiting the Oasis quickly, the petite tom didn't fail to notice that Flarepaw had left recently- there was a scent trail that seemed to cling to everything, denoting she was still skipping in that erratic, happy way. But he didn't bother follow the trail- she'd covered for him, and he wasn't about to tell on her. Sniffing once more, Batpaw detected the patrol's faint scent trails lingering- of course, they were headed to the Falls.

Deciding not to go to far, for it was getting hot and he was pitch black, Batpaw sniffed about until he came about dry moss. Grabbing a few wads and tucking then beneath his chin, he slowly began to head back, hating how bad his leg had begun to hurt. Deciding to ignore it for a bit longer, Batpaw padded back into camp and stopped at the Oasis once more, combing through the moss for anything sharp or bugs. This is gonna be a long day. I don't smell Oneyes or Foxfoot, so I'll start on the elder's den first.

Tagged ;; No one [open]

[! october]

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

Quailfeather visibly relaxed a little, put at ease by Scorchstar's relatively amiable response. She nodded, meeting his striking gaze with her own softer eyes, smiling gently. "Of course. Just make sure you do, alright? Starclan knows what we'd do without you." And it was true. So, so true. He was a brilliant, strong leader; despite his brusqueness, he led his clan well. Just sitting beside him was reassuring for the smaller she-cat. Perhaps he's not so terrifying. Quailfeather had, after all, been expecting to get her head bitten off.

There were things to do, though; she doubted her leader would be open to sitting around and chatting the morning away. If it wouldn't be a problem, is there any chance that Blazepaw and I could be included in a patrol in the near future? Her training is going well, and I think getting out in a group might benefit her." She could certainly use some warrior influence other than just mine. It was no secret that Quailfeather wasn't a very good fighter. As excited as was to help shape the fluffy ginger she-cat into a warrior, she couldn't help but be nervous as well.

[crabodile]

(I will be gone tommorrow, since i'm going to kenywood. Just so you guys know.)

[SchyBug]

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➳ name ;; hailpaw
➳ location ;; camp
➳ rank ;; apprentice
➳ crush ;; unknown
➳ tags ;; Hawkcry

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➳As he spoke his tone had caught her off guard, it wasn't at all what she was expecting. An ear flicking in confusion the young molly took another paw step backwards and was silent for a moment or two as she gathered her thoughts about the whole situation. Finally ready to speak, Hailpaw loosen her tense muscles, "I've spent most of it in the apprentices' den." Her tone was a little shaky and confident as the words left her mouth. Breaking the eye contact she glanced around the clearing once more before connecting the gaze of icy blue once more.

[jarvis.]

Foxfoot
tomcat - elder - 89 moons - the oasis lake - tags; Noeyes

A playful glint appeared in Foxfoot's amber eyes as he grinned mischievously, "In a way, you are now my apprentice which means you must do my bidding." The orange tom broke into a fake cackle and demanded jokingly, "Noeyes-er, paw? Fetch me my meal! Groom my pelt for ticks! Bring me some wet moss!" As he said this, he watched as the sun rose higher and higher into the sky. It would be reaching its peak soon.

Finchstep
tomcat - warrior - 30 moons - the falls - tags; n/a

The lithe tabby slunk through the underbrush, pausing every once in a while to scent the air. The tangy scent of a mouse wafted across his nose. It wasn't the hare Finchstep had been hoping for, but it was better than nothing. The tom scanned the underbrush for the source of the odor, soon spotting the brown critter several tail lengths away. Luckily, it was turned away and hadn't noticed him yet. Slinking forward, the warrior kept low to the ground, careful not to rustle the shrubs around him. Closer. A little bit more. The mouse went rigid as it realized the danger it was in, but it was too late. Finchstep leaped and caged it between his claws, ending its life with a swift bite to the neck. Thank you StarClan for the food. He was about to bury it when another scent drifted by, but it wasn't the scent of any prey he recognized.

Fawnleap
she-cat - warrior - 30 moons - the falls - tags; Mossleap, Graywhisker

Fawnleap glanced up and noticed Mossleap had decided to do some fishing as well. Following a small smile in the she-cat's direction, the dappled she-cat turned back to her prey. The shadows of the two fish inched closer and closer to her perch and she had to resist to urge to just pounce. Giving it another second, she eyed the shadows carefully before lashing out with an unsheathed paw. She only managed to snag one of the fish as the other one darted away. Fawnleap grabbed her catch between her jaws and buried it behind her, rather disappointed that she hadn't managed to snatch the other fish.

( so Finchstep may have just caught the scent of Monkey c; do you want him to be found now or maybe another time? ))

[crabodile]

Money»Tom»Hunting patrol

He watched Fawnleap catch A fish. "I wonder if I could do it..." he said and went to the edge. He darted his paw forward, but missed the fish and fell in. The small loner couldn't swim, but luckily climbed the rocks. The clan cats where much closer now, and he backed away hoping they wouldn't notice him.

[jarvis.]

Fawnleap
she-cat - warrior - 30 moons - the falls - tags; Monkey

A loud splash made Fawnleap's head jerk up wildly and her neck fur bristled. She saw a small brown cat fall into the river farther upstream and rushed forward to help. Luckily, he had managed to pull himself out. With a sign of relief, the warrior relaxed before realizing she didn't recognize the small tom. He looked no older than an apprentice, but he was still trespassing on DesertClan territory! She saw the loner back up quickly and called out to the younger cat as she approached him, "Hey you, this is DesertClan territory!"

[crabodile]

MonkeyìTom»Fawnleap

The tom bristled in fear. "I... just wanted to hunt..." he said. "I didn't know this is somecat's 'territory'!" He tried to defend himself. The young tom flattened his ears and backed away again.

[* Macey *]

Mossleap||She-cat||17 moons||Warrior||Tags;Fawnleap

I laugh as the cat falls in."It takes a bit more patience then that." A silver shimmer catches my eye. I lash out, hooking the fish under the gill, and pulling it onto the shore. It flops a few times, before I put a paw on it and deliver the killing bite. "Now may I ask why your stealing our prey?"

[crabodile]

(Oh, brb in a half hour)