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[canadianhowl]

[[ *looks around nervously* ]]

Graywhisker caught up with Mossleap and noticed another cat that she was talking too. "Hey, who is this and why is he in our territory?" [[ yep.... Writers block. ]]

[* Macey *]

Mossleap||She-Cat||17 moons||Warrior||Tags;Pearly,Graywhisker

I see Graywhisker approach."Graywhisker this is Pearly. But don't worry, I think his a Kittypet." I point to his collar with my tail.

[deftonesly]

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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Oriental Shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: Just outside the DesertClan camp - the Wastelands
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Batpaw
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The petite oriental shorthair had been hiding out in her "hole". She'd dug it so that, when her father sent out cats for patrols and such, she'd be harder to find. The ebony she-cat had been sitting in her hideout for a bit - she'd seen Finchstep, Graywhisker, Mossleap, and fawn leap head out of camp a bit ago.. but had waited just to be certain she wouldn't be caught. Sure enough, Hawkcry of all cats and.. Hailpaw exited the camp soon after them and headed farther into the Wastelands.
By now, with the flaming, bright sun at its peak, the black-furred female was being burned alive by the heat. The ground stung her feet and the dust got in her eyes and in her ears.. which were far too big for her head. Flarepaw was panting heavily now, but dealt with the unbearable, sweltering heat for a while longer before deciding to get out of her hole. She was shaking the sand and dust particles out of her pure ebony pelt when she heard some cat call her name.. she couldn't tell who it was, and she automatically assumed it was someone that had been sent by Scorchstar to look for her. Mouse-dung! Flarepaw cursed, sure that whoever was looking for her had seen her large ears pricking up.

[yeeee.]

"Flarepaw, what in Starclan's name are you trying to do? Roast your tail?" Batpaw mewed, his turquoise eyes growing wide as a revolting stench hit his nostrils. The entire area smelled of sweat, dust, and by Starclan's maw burnt hairs- which by far was the worst smell a living cat could emit. The tall ebony tom's nose actually wrinkled, looking like it was shriveling like a raisin due to the heat. "I was coming to ask for some assistance, but by Starclan's maw," the ebony tom huffed, pawing at his nose and finally hissing. "You need to go to the Falls and clean yourself before you go anywhere!" Batpaw couldn't believe this. His ears flattened against his head as he realized how sweaty he was- but at least he wasn't roasting his tail for no reason.

Tagged ;; Flarepaw

[SchyBug]

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: The Wastelands
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hailpaw
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"Oh, great StarClan, my confidence has been shattered forever!" Hawkcry cried dramatically, pathetically matching her sarcasm just as easily with his deep voice. "My, what a sarcastic mouth you've got," The dark tabby snorted, cuffing Hailpaw over the ears with a hefty blow of his paw. "At least me and my ego have caught one piece of food for the Clan... Can't say the same for you, though, honey."

{okay, that was a major burn lol}
{edit: and, omg, I love Nifty-Senpai's videos.. haha such a good voice for Rattlestorm.}

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➳ name ;; hailpaw
➳ location ;; wastelands
➳ rank ;; apprentice
➳ crush ;; unknown
➳ tags ;; hawkcry

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➳Narrowing her cold, icy eyes at him, Hailpaw knew their teasing was all in fun and games but sometimes her temper didn't see things the way her brain did, "Hard to catch prey when you're stomping all around the desert." She snapped back at him, smirk wiped from her face. (wb)

[deftonesly]

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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Oriental Shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: Just outside the DesertClan camp - the Wastelands
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Batpaw
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Flarepaw spat at him, his surprised and withering turqoise-eyed stare making her temper snap and, like her name hinted, flare, "Do you think I want to become vulture food? No, I was running away, off to do some stunting, but Scorchstar keeps sending out more cats.." She climbed out of her hole and continued to growl, not looking very fearsome due to her large ears and head and smaller body size. "I had no choice but to hide. You know how my father gets when he finds out I'm sneaking out of camp."

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: The Wastelands
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hailpaw
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The dark brown tabby snorted, his icy blue eyes baleful and full of impish pleasure that he was making the tortoiseshell lose her cool over him. Her little grin had utterly disappeared, and instead of being in a good mood, she had the audacity to stare the older cat down through narrowed, cold eyes. "Chill out, chill out.. I wasn't trying to start a quarrel, y'know.. Don't be so tense."
Hawkcry meowed, "If the fact that I'm 'stomping around' bothers you so much, then, by all means, let me see what you've got." He then added dangerously, his voice competitive and cutting and prideful suddenly, "Like you could catch more for the Clan than me."
With a roll of his muscular shoulders, he picked up his jackrabbit and buried it in the shade of a bush. Once his hole was dug and his catch was covered, he promptly peed on the bush just to warn scavengers to keep their distance.

[yeeee.]

"Your acting like you want to. Dear Starclan some stupid stunt isn't worth this," Batpaw growled, obviously not in the mood for this. Being up since sunrise working his tail off, not to mention the roasting heat was not making him to most patience of cats. Licking his maw, the apprentice felt his filmy eyes roll into his head- a rather disturbing spectacle, or so he'd been told- upon realizing that he couldn't even get his tongue wet. He was parched. A trip to the falls would do him some good. "Your lucky I'm too tired to deal with you- that and the fact that you covered for me earlier," Batpaw muttered, lifting up a paw and shaking it- sweat flew in different direction. Inhaling deeply, Batpaw did his best to control his next words before he really got Flarepaw heated. "Coming? I'm headed to the falls to try and find some borage leaves and sticks. Dogtail will be kitting soon, and, well, we don't have anyone else that knows how to help her her." Lucky for me, I had some former training. Darn it it's hot out here. "Well? I haven't got all day- you coming, or would you rather stay here and continue your lovely roast?"

Tagged ;; Flarepaw

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Snow had been up since sunrise, trekking to find this clan. And by Starclan's maw, it had not been easy. He'd only had a measly mouse for breakfast before he'd set out- and due to traveling so fast, hadn't had time to hunt. Now, it was sunhigh. He hadn't had a lick to drink, and he was ravenous. But, Snow knew the game, and knew it well- over a year alone spoke volumes for a place like this. Failure wasn't an option, and he'd be darned if died here. So currently, the velvety pearl tom was crouched beneath a gorse bush, gazing at his favorite meal- a lizard. They were such fast, intelligent creatures.

And so very tasty. A small smile made it's way upon the rogues maw; lifting his fluffy tail, he suddenly accelerated. That was his physical trait. Speed. There was nothing in the desert he couldn't catch; even the nimble lizard. Closing his maw around it's tiny body, he quickly swallowed it whole- eating fast meant keeping your prey- and licking his whiskers clean. "Just the thing to help out an 'ol poor kittypet like me- a free meal," Snow said, then laughed at his own words. His silky, honey-sounding laugh echoed for a bit; tilting his head, the pearl tom then listened. He was close. Deep within himself, he knew he was close. Flexing his freshly sharpened coral claws, he began to trot south- as he had been for awhile- his baby blue eyes roving the dusty terrain before him.

It was time.

Tagged ;; No one [open]

[canadianhowl]

[[ did this turn into a semi-lit RP all of a sudden? ]]

"A Kittypet I see. Well that's no harm as long as he doesn't hunt on our lands then I am okay with him being here. Also if he doesn't cause any trouble I'm okay as well." Graywhisker meowed as he sat down beside Mossleap flicking his ear at the cat. "Well it's nice to meet you Pearly. They call me Graywhisker." The warrior then meowed to introduce himself.

[SchyBug]

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➳ name ;; hailpaw
➳ location ;; wastelands
➳ rank ;; apprentice
➳ crush ;; unknown
➳ tags ;; hawkcry

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➳Knowing she shouldn't get angry over the jokes Hailpaw quickly closed her mouth, biting back another snarky comment towards the tom. With a slight nod she turned away from him and smelled the air, hoping to be able to track down something. Of course at this point she knew she'd not be catching a rabbit and in order to beat the elder feline, she'd have to catch more. Her best bet at this point was a hawk coming to abduct Hawkcry, which she'd have to mentally argue with herself about whether to save him or not. The thoughts, although bringing a smile to her face, distracted her and she shook her head to free her brain of the unneeded interruptions. Focusing back on finding more prey the tortie stayed low to the ground as she took several pawsteps forwards.

[deftonesly]

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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Oriental Shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: By the Falls/ gorge
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Batpaw/ hunting patrol
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Flarepaw growled lowly at his tone, but nodded slowly. "Fine, I guess. There's always something dangerous to do at the Falls." She struggled to hide her disgust when he rolled his filmy eyes into his head, and shuddered. The oriental shorthair somehow sensed that, though he was blind, Batpaw could sense her distaste at the action. She followed the fellow black apprentice, panting and sweating and complaining about getting fried all the way. She'd been holding in her curses about the heat for a little too, long and they all flew out of her now as they headed towards the gorge. Before long, Flarepaw's sensitive ears picked up the rumbling of the single waterfall, and saw the large crack in the desert floor were the gorge laid. She broke into a run, relishing in the hot wind that blasted her face and cooled her down slightly - after all, a blast of wind was a blast of wind. When the ebony female reached the gorge, she peered down, down, down to the roaring Falls and the churning, frothy river.
Then the leader's daughter saw the cats.. it was the hunting patrol, from earlier. Mossleap was pinning a white tomcat off to her left, a little ways away, and Graywhisker was approaching the rogue and the warrior. Down by the river, Finchstep and Fawnleap were corning a small, brown tomcat and seemed to be interrogating him too. Great StarClan our desert is crawling with rogues.. What I'd give to sink my claws into all of their mangy pelts! Flarepaw through arrogantly as she curled her claws into the gravel under her feet.

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: The Wastelands
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hailpaw and Snow
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Hawkcry began to follow Hailpaw, but movement out of the corner of his keen eye stole his attention. Was that.. Ugh, coyote-dung, another rogue? Hawkcry watched him from afar as he caught a lizard and practically swallowed it whole. He's stealing our prey, the rotten little.. Hawkcry hissed at his hunting companion, keeping his voice low so that he didn't alert the pure white intruder, "Hailpaw. Hailpaw! Look, for StarClan's sake." He pointed one massive paw at the cat, who was conveniently making his way toward the camp.