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[* Macey *]

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Thorn
Tom Cat
18 moons
Rouge
Tags;Flarepaw,Batpaw
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I freeze, realizing I've been heard. I stay in my place, deciding to just patiently wait for the pretty she-cat to walk back up. I flick my tail as I wait, planning out in my mind what I should say.

[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, Monkey, and Pearly
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The large-eared she-cat stepped away from the side of the gorge, and led the way down to the well-trodden path that led to the waterfall and river below. She glanced over he shoulder, her pale green eyes flashing slightly as the ebony tom told her to not cause trouble. As she descended down the rocky and steep trail, sticking close to the male in case he slipped and she had to catch him, Flarepaw meowed, slightly angry at his bossiness, "Do you think I stayed outside of camp, cooking alive, just until the coast was clear for fun? No, I'm doing something dangerous after what I endured - no cat will care.. besides, the patrol and the iuntrders are on their way back to camp. What's the harm?"

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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 stiffened as the male's gaze took him in, and he stiffened at the rogue's response. He was so calm.. Hawkcry was one of the biggest and baddest cats in the Clan. Every cat took him seriously when he began to spit threats at them. What was the cat's deal? How was he so calm in the face of such a brute like him?
The dark tabby curled his lip again, recovering quickly from the rogue's brusque words. "Can it, you hunk of coyote scat. You're trespassing on DesertClan territory and eating the prey that is rightfully ours. Besides, if you want to talk all day long, let's see how well you can speak after a claw out your throat." The young warrior snarled, unsheathing his claws and puffing out his thick tabby fur. He'd learned a thing or two about dominance and how to make witty threats from the cat that was basically his mentor - Waspclaw. Let's see how this oldie ducks that!

Batpaw felt his lip curl slightly, and a huff escaped his maw. The ebony tom could hear the agitation lacing her words, and it was unbelievable to him. There was hardly enough prey to keep the cats alive, and she was intent on starting trouble and angry because he was trying to protect her? His pelt quivered. Batpaw's intention was to stay close to her and perhaps ruin her intentions, but it became clear to him that he would not work. Even more so, his leg had begun to throb, and he was now beyond plain exhausted. Part of his plan to foil her heinous plot was to ask for help gathering the herbs. But it was obvious that was the last thing on Flarepaw's mind.

Usually the quiet one, Batpaw knew she probably wasn't expecting what came next. Neither was he, really- but sometimes it just happened. "I care," Batpaw snapped, closing his filmy turquoise eyes against a sudden blast of dust to the face, and to make sure Flarepaw didn't see what his eyes started to do next. "I"m out here trying to collect herbs. I could've done that alone- just like I cleaned the elders' den and hunted alone. I brought you along so I could make sure you don't kill yourself," The ebony tom stated, shaking his head, gnashing his fangs before continuing. "What's the harm? What's the harm? Your intentionally going to do something dangerous- that means bodily harm to yourself, and mental harm to your father. This clan needs every able-bodied cat we can muster working together to survive. You need to get your priorities straight, Flarepaw, and you need to do it before it's too late." Batpaw hissed softly, increasing his pace, before glancing over his shoulder, eyes still tightly sealed as the wind increased.

"If you want to cause trouble, go elsewhere. I'm going to try and fish before I leave- the hunting patrol's hunt was cut short because of the rogues, and I'm sure that prey I caught earlier is gone. I don't need you disturbing the fish, or disturbing me." Batpaw was angry. Very angry. And stunned. Where the apprentices blinder than he? Shaking his head, he opened his filmy eyes, before sighing softly and padding downstream. He knew it was risky, for the rocks were slipper and the fish nimble- after all, he couldn't even see. But he had special techniques for situations like this- like tail baiting. Try and fail but don't fail to try, right? I wasn't kitsitting.

Tagged ;; Flarepaw

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That didn't work. Well, actually it did work, but not in the way Snow had intended. For once, he'd actually tried a peaceful approach, and he got hostility. Unbelievable- he might as well have just strolled into camp without bothering to take the time and await a patrol's arrival. Way to go, Snow. Now you don't have much of a choice but to defend yourself. Dear Starclan, is is the rest of the clan this absurd? The pearl tom took a step back and calmly wiped the spittle off his face, purposefully making his actions methodical and calm. He's flustered. He's way to tense, and insults are usually the last resort besides fighting. He looks as if he'd enjoy a nice quarrel, yet he hasn't struck me yet... hm... perhaps he's seeking a reaction. Typical of most young warriors. Well, here's your reaction.

Sashaying his hips, the petite tom strolled forward, curling his feathery tail over his back. Looking the over the massive tom once more with his baby blue eyes, the tom then licked his pink nose in a ridiculously exaggerated manner. After that finished, a yawn escaped his maw- Snow let his long coral tongue loll out freely, before slowly retracting back into his pearl maw. You are strong and fearless. But looks can be very deceiving, wouldn't you say? But, I'm feeling chipper today. My mother and I's dream can finally come true- you'll get a reaction. But, just not what you bargained for.

"Such atrocious manners," Snow purred, sliding his feathery tail down Hawkcry's back as he circled the much larger tom. "Where did you learn such vulgar language- I hope not from your mentor." Stopping in front of Hawkcry now, Snow tilted his head. His head barely even reached the massive tom's shoulder. Yet even as he seemingly examined the muscles, his baby blue eyes roved for a weakness. A limp. A slight shift in stance. Something that allowed for an insult. Oh yes- no great flaws, but there were many insults at the tip of his tongue. Boulder-brain. Harebrain. Foolish foxheart. Kittypet.

But Snow refrained himself. Insulting Hawkcry will allow him to win- that means I was drawn into his neverending game of insults, deceived and lured by my uncontrollable rage and stupidity. Oh, you have such a innovative mind, I must admit- I have never been called coyote scat before, and it is quite the strategy to enrage me and lead me to lose my head and thus get beaten mercilessly as my moves will be erratic and uncontrolled. But, today isn't the day for you, handsome. If nothing else, experiences have taught me well. Making enemies would only result in another Whisperclan disaster, and a fight- whether with tongue or claws- would seal my fate as a rogue forever. I will instead prove myself with minimal insults- it's much more fun to be able to back up what you say, and it will only help my position.

Widening his baby blue eyes in mock horror suddenly, Snow backed away, before another honeyed laugh escaped him. Maintain focus- one slip up is your life. My, that last part was quite the treat... such brutal wording. "That is such a dire threat- my my my," Snow stated, before neatly sidestepping Hawkcry and taking place behind the massive tom, facing the direction of the camp. I will hear the gravel shifting beneath his massive weight- that is when I make my move. "Are you sure you can back it up?" A challenge. That small smile on Snow's maw grew wider. "After all, you cannot exactly slew something when you can't hit it." Maybe just a slight jab at Hawkcry's massive bulk. Then, Snow shook his head, glancing at the sky suddenly as if he had somewhere to go. "You have taken up too much of my time- I will go speak to someone else with a bit of respect and common sense. If you would like to stop me-" Snow stepped three paces away, offering a warm smile to the massive tom- "Feel free to try." With that, Snow calmly turned and began walking towards the camp, sashaying his hips once more in a jovial manner, his ears up.

If he lunges, I shall hear him and bolt- speed is my weapon. Speed, experience and my mind. I shall use it upon this massive tom, and I will obtain my rightful position that has been withheld from me for so long.

Tagged ;; Hawkcry, Hailpaw

{Flarepaw actually added something ^^}

[deftonesly]

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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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The poor tomcat was stunned. Utterly. Stunned.
Everything he seemed to throw at this pearly white rogue seemed to go in one ear and out the other. When he slid his long tail alongside Hawkcry's muscles and thick fur, the dark warrior quickly shook his tail away with a low, warning-filled hiss. He ignored the questions nd comments the peculiar, baby-blue-eyed male said, focusing on how.. odd he was. He was very strange - then again, maybe it was because he was getting to be at an elderly age. Was the rogue losing it as he spoke? He seemed to be a year or so away from being Noeye's or Foxfoot's age, anyway, but it was a little hard to tell.
The rogue was so quiet as he sized up Hawkcry, and so utterly and totally calm. He didn't have a care in the world! The tomcat was sensible, though the dark tabby knew his massive size must be putting off the rogue from being too belligerent. But why wasn't he afraid? Every filthy tresspasser Hawkcry had encountered had cowered and meowed at his wide paws like a weak little kitten - even rogues slightly bigger than Hawkcry! But here was this white, long-furred, well, dolt, who was the size of an apprentice for StarClan's sake.. who seemed to think he was a gift from their warrior ancestors themselves!
But when the rogue challenged him and began strutting towards the camp, that was when Hawkcry completely and utterly snapped. That's it! You'll pay for insulting one of the finest and greatest warriors DesertClan has ever seen.. Let's see if you can fight as well as you can talk, bud. Hawkcry's blood bubbled in his ears, and he carved his claws into the hot desert floor, trying to stifle his rising rage and urge to tear this cat to shreds. Before the white tom could get too far, the dark tabby quickly contemplated what to do. He's right about one thing.. I'm not very fast. He'll hear me far before I can reach him - he'll hear me jump for him. You've got another thing coming, flea-bag!
With that Hawkcry stretched out his neck, and, in the nick of time, he clamped his jaws around the rogue's tail, sinking his teeth in rather deep just to deter him. Biting a tail or biting an ear was one of the hardest moves a cat could pull, and the dark tabby relished in the blood that dripped from the injury. With a jerk of his rippling neck, he yanked the tom back, and, still holding onto his tail with his white teeth, Hawkcry flipped the rogue onto his back and planted his paws onto his throat.

{I do hope you don't mind Hawkcry trying to pin him c':}

[toxic emotions]

Zeke ; dark tabby tom ; rogue ; tagged: no one

Slinking across the sandy ground, Zekeiel was immensely bothered by the hot weather, his tabby felt seeming to grow hotter by each second. The tom had been alone for quite awhile, not that he minded, but his lack of social activity was unhealthy. He had had no interaction with any cat for what seemed like forever ever since he abandoned his own family. Keenan was his father but Zeke couldn't bear much of his controlling personality any longer. His own father was responsible for murdering the one cat he loved because he didn't approve of her and Zekeiel himself refused to stop seeing her. What was even worse was how Keenan would never tell Zeke or Seren about their birth mother. They both knew Amika was not the cat who gave birth to them. Her traits were far to different than theirs in every way. As Zeke gave it more though, it made him more annoyed and more agitated by the heat. His stomach rumbles from not eating in the last day, and lifted his head to scent the air.

Thornpaw ; brown tabby tom ; apprentice ; tagged: no one

Thornpaw had been up only for a moments, his tired eyelids blinked heavily as he pulled himself to his feet with a groan. His legs strangely ached tremendously although he hadn't done much work requiring too much exercise. He lumbered out of the apprentices den, his path set straight for the prey pile, feeling that perhaps a small meal would help his sudden fatigue and wear off his sleepiness.

Redfeather ; light russet molly ; warrior ; tagged: no one

Redfeather said nothing to Thornpaw as they crossed paths. She assumed he had just gotten up and snorted at how lazy the apprentice was. She didn't care much for him, although they were related. Their mothers were sisters, but no one would've ever thought she and Thornpaw were related. Even if thy did share a similar temper and sharp tongue, "Okay, wow, don't say hi to me Redfeather." Thornpaw grumbled over his shoulder but Redfeather didn't bother to reply, heading for the camp entrance.

[dorayaki]

Sandystrike
rank;; warrior -- apprentice;; none -- tags;; rattlestorm, noeyes, foxfoot
Rattlestorm
rank;; warrior -- apprentice;; none -- tags;; sandystrike, noeyes, foxfoot
Rattlestorm and Sandystrike watched the scene before Sandystrike looked at Noeyes and replied to her. "Looks that way so far. He just offered the kittypet a chance to stay." She sighed and looked at the young cats brought in. "They're awfully young. Your age at most, Rattlestorm," she commented.
Rattlestorm shrugged. "Probably younger, though."
Sandystrike nodded and looked at the elders and her cousin. "New cats wouldn't be so bad. Sure, more mouths to feed, but also more able paws to hunt. Hopefully they agree to hang around."

Pearly
rank;; loner -- --- -- tags;; patrol, monkey, scorchstar
Pearly blinked in surprise at the older cat, relaxing and standing a bit taller as his fear melted away. He swallowed nervously before stuttering, "Th-thank you, sir," and nodding his head. "Um...wh-where's the cat that can help?" he asked hesitantly. The white tom then quickly added, "If it isn't too much trouble to them or you..."
His bi-colored eyes darted around as he realized how many cats were watching, tail twitching and going between his legs slightly as he became more and more wary by the second.

[deftonesly]

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Scorchstar
Tomcat
Oriental Shorthair
Leader of DesertClan
Age: 36 moons (8 lives left)
Location: DesertClan camp - by the fresh-kill pile
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: hunting patrol/ Pearly
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Scorchstar snorted - though it was a good little snort, one of amusement at the white tom's fear. He was now relaxed in this kittypet's pretense, so he let his orange tabby fur settle and let his large ears stand tall again. The oriental shorthair knew this male and the brown cat beside him were no threat to a Clan full of skilled warriors. He meowed, waving his tail in Troutsplash's direction, who sat watching the affair from nearby, "Troutsplash will show you the way to Tinypaw's den. And by the way, young cat, what is your name? I do believe I never caught it."

[jarvis.]

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

The thought of new warriors was quite exciting for Foxfoot. It was always nice to have some new faces visiting the elders' den although most only did so as part of their duties. "You're right about that. Scorchstar may act like a stick in the mud at times, but he treats any outsiders civilly," he murmured in agreement with Noeyes, all the while poking fun at his beloved leader. "I'm more worried about how the rest of the clan will treat them. If I recall correctly, it's been a while since we've had any loners, rogues, or kittypets have joined our ranks," the tabby meowed truthfully. "Unlike Scorchstar and us, some cats aren't so accepting of new members."

( @jolly roses: hm, I think it would be kind of cute if Foxfoot was Scorchstar's former mentor or something. What do you think about that? btw, I like you new profile picture C: ))

[deftonesly]

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Noeyes
Blind she-cat
Russian Blue
Elder of DesertClan
Age: 87 moons
Location: DesertClan camp - by the Oasis lake
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Foxfoot, Rattlestorm, and Sandystrike
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Noeyes nodded, getting up with a grunt, then preening her crooked whiskers and smoothing down her matted, unkempt fur momentarily before rasping, "Yes.. I remember those good old days when you trained him. He's become a fine leader thanks to your efforts," The she-cat purred, gently butting the tomcat in the shoulder with her forehead. "And I do have to agree about others being more resentful towards new members.. Some cats just aren't willing to accept newcomers. Then again, not a lot of cats, like you said, join the Clan, since we're so secluded from humans or other cats. I hope everyone takes their arrival well if they decide to stay."

{@ jarvis. I like that idea! I made Noeyes talk about it.
And, thanks! ;w;}

[AwkwardHipsterTrash]

Midnightpaw

Midnightpaw snorted at the two new cats. Cowards. That's exactly what we need. Cats that can't hunt, or fight. Just stuff themselves with prey that real cats hunted. He growled and lashed his tail, glancing at the small pile.

[Oliverstorm]

Softberry - Medicine Cat - 47 Moons - tagged; Pearly

Softberry emerged from the cool hole of the medicine cat den, shaking out her long fur and examined the small white kittypet in the camp's center. Despite her thick coat, she was used to the intense heat of the desert but even so tended to avoid coming out when the sun was at its highest, in the middle of the day. She could see pink skin burned red from the heat intensity and frowned slightly, sunburns were the most common injury out here along with burned pads and the occasional snake bite. Daisy leaves for aching joints, he's probably hurting from the long walk...aloe vera for the burns.
The molly padded up to the white tom and touched his shoulder with her tail, to get his attention. "My name is Softberry, and I'm the one who can treat those burns. Come with me into my den, no one will be staring at you and you can rest for a while until you're ready to decide." She spoke softly, taking a step back and angling an ear towards where the dark, cool den where she resided was.