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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':}
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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/ Monkey
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Before Troutsplash could hop on over and escort Pearly away, Softberry trotted up and guided the sunburnt kittypet to her den - chattering all the way, being her usual self. Scorchstar turned away from the pair as they went to the medicine cats' den, and faced the brown-furred, blue-eyed cat. He meowed, towering over the kitten-like cat, "The same goes for you. I'll allow you stay with us for tonight, but by tomorrow afternoon you'd have better made up your mind as to whether you want to stay or leave."
With a nod to each of the hunting patrol cats who had brought the rogues in, the oriental shorthair called over his shoulder as he made his way to the fresh-kill pile. "Oh, and, Mossleap, can you arrange our guests some nests in the medicine cat burrow? Thank you."
He selected a pathetic-looking mouse and a tiny lizard from the pile, nodded his head to Quailfeather and Fuzzytail, who were still at the pile, and took his meal to the shade of a shrilly tree to eat. As he chewed, rather slowly as he wasn't hungry, the orange tabby studied the sky, happy to have some alone time. The sun was beginning to make its descent and would give into the moon soon.. and the midday heat was leaving the desert, being replaced by a light, cool breeze. Scorchstar sighed, pushing aside his lizard and mouse as, for the hundredth time that day, he thought of Sandfur.. they used to watch skies like this one. Talking and laughing and morning quietly about their future as a pair..
Suddenly stolen from his thoughts on his mate, he, for the first time that day, remembered Flarepaw. Great StarClan, where is she? I haven't been watching her all day. She's probably killed herself by now! Heaving himself to his feet with a panicked hiss, the leader called out, his voice carrying across the clearing to all, "Has anyone seen Flarepaw today? She's gone out again!"
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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
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The oriental shorthair was glaring at Batpaw for his cutting words, and was about to make a fiery retort when she heard a noise up top, above their heads. The ebony female halted, turning to look with a well-practiced, suspicious glare at the top of the gorge where the rustle had come from. She'd picked up a lot of serious and confused looks from Scorchstar, of course. "Batpaw." She meowed to the turquoise-eyed male. "I'll lead you down the pathway, but as soon as we reach the river, I'll have to leave you for a bit. I heard a noise - I wanna check it out.. After all, this place is crawling with rogues. Maybe there's one up there. Are you okay with that?" She turned to face the black tom, who was behind her, and her pale green stare darted from him to the now-silent desert above.
All of the big-eared she-cat's desire to pull dangerous stunts was vanquished.. now she wanted to see what was what. If it's a stupid, coyote-faced rogue, I'll be sure to tear it to shreds.. my father will be pleased!
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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
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Noeyes noted that the cats around her had gone back to their usual chatter, and that Rattlestorm and Sandystrike had moved on to talk with other cats. She'd zoned out on what Scorchstar had said to end his talk with the rogues, but decided it didn't matter. However, she turned her head to face Foxfoot when the elder babbled about "some cats not liking newcomers". The Russian blue meowed, curious as to who he meant, "What ever do you mean? I can see some cats not supporting Scorchstar's decision but you seem to be pointing out some cat in particular." She snorted.
