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[deftonesly]

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Scorchstar
Tomcat
Oriental Shorthair
Leader of DesertClan
Age: 36 moons (8 lives left)
Location: The Wastelands - heading back to camp
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Flarepaw
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Scorchstar sighed, trying to cool down, as he saw the fear in his daughter's eyes and her submissive posture. He hated abusing his power as leader, but he had to set her straight... Flarepaw needed to get it through her thick skull that she wasn't a kitten anymore.. She was going to be a warrior soon.. and maybe even his deputy, he hoped, as all of the leaders of DesertClan had been his ancestors. She's an ego-maniac and is too confident for her own good... so much like her mother.. The orange tabby started to daydream, thinking of Sandfur's twinkling eyes, her bubbly laugh, and her need to get into trouble.. while dragging Scorchstar along with her. He'd always fought her, being the stickler to rules as he was and still is. In fact, it was her fault he'd had a run-in with the coyote that nearly took off his tail and gave him his warrior name: Scorchtail.
Memories... the great tom thought as he reminisced for a moment or so... only then coming back to reality and murmuring to Flarepaw, who was staring at him wide her wide green eyes, "I don't care how nice this rogue is... He's trouble, and was only trying to manipulate and use you. I'm sorry I hit you, Flarepaw, but you must learn to control your urges.. Both your urges to be kind to outsiders and your urges to be so rebellious all the time." He lowered his head, instead of displaying his anger, he displayed his disappointment in her. "My words never get through your head, but I'll repeat them to you now, in hopes that you'll finally listen to me.. Come on now, let's head home." He turned and began to stalk back to camp, trudging towards the gently sloping hill and across the dusty, parched landscape. Scorchstar added over his shoulder, narrowing his eyes at the ebony she-cat, "Early bedtime tonight, for you, by the way. And... no training for you tomorrow either. I need to give Coyoteclaw a break anyhow from you. Hopefully serving the elders all day tomorrow shall teach you how to behave."
The oriental shorthair thought as he broke into a trot with his daughter trailing behind him, though, despite his punishment: As if telling her to care for Noeyes and Foxfoot will show her reason. she'll be up to her usual shenanigans the day after tomorrow.

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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Oriental Shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: the Wastelands - heading back to camp
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Scorchstar
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The large-eared she-cat nodded her head, bowing it before her father, as he spoke to her, his voice more gentle and kind now that he'd regained control of himself. She knew from the distant look in his green eyes that he was thinking of her mother... and couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. Flarepaw had heard of the amusing stories cats often told about Sandfur, and only wished that she could've met her mom... But I didn't get the chance. I killed her. Her death was my fault.
When Scorchstar began striding back home, the bat-eared female stiffened when he handed her her punishment. She'd taken care of Noeyes and Foxfoot often, yes, but never for an entire day! Flarepaw bit her tongue against the wild accusations and complaints she wanted to hurl at the orange tabby.. as she knew her father was mad, though he hid it well, enough. Plus, fighting would only cause them to stay here longer, and Flarepaw was tired, somehow, though she hadn't done much today. She ran to catch up with the tall male, but hurled a glance over her shoulder back to the gorge, knowing Thorn was down there. Curfew or no curfew... orders or no orders from my dad... I'll be here to meet you.

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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 nodded again, happy and over the moon when her friend mentioned kits. She'd always loved visiting mothers and their little ones in the nursery.. since she'd never been able to have any of her own. The Russian blue had always wanted a mate and a family of her own, but her life had taken a different course. She purred, pushing aside old memories of all the toms that had rejected her, "Oh, yes.. she's sounds as if she's due any day now. I can't wait to meet them!"

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: The Wastelands - heading back to DesertClan camp
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hailpaw and Snow
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When he reached Hailpaw and the male, who were standing were he'd left them, he mumbled around his jackrabbit, which was smeared with his own blood... that still seeped from his stump of an ear, "Sorry I took so long. Forgot were I'd buried it. Shall we continue?" Without waiting for a response, the dark tabby made his way to the head again, before breaking into a fast trot back home. Already, most of the light colors of sundown were blotted out by darkness... and Silverpelt shone down brightly on the traveling cats. The bounded up a hillside, then coming within sight of the Oasis once more. It looked so.. odd.. surrounded by the Wasteland. Though at the same time it was a blessing to see - the lake reflected the moon's light even from this fair distance away, and Hawkcry strangely, for once, felt happy that this was his home. Sure, he'd join the Clan simply out of his inability to survive in the desert, but this was his home now... Which is why I need to protect it from cats like him. Thought Hawkcry as he stole a pale blue-eyed stare back at the bloodied, petite tomcat. He's up to something. And I don't like it.. He smiles like he knows everything.. like he has plans for us.
I'll kill you if you try anything - I want you to die at my feet and my feet alone if you dare threaten my family.

[yeeee.]

Snow continued gazing at the sky, watching the hues fade away, dominated by the darkness that always won. The brightest stars need the darkest shadows to shine. Such a perfect night for such an ocassion, the pearl tom thought, feeling his claws flex once more. Casting a glance over his shoulder, the pearl tom had to withhold a chuckle. The young molly accompanying 'handsome' had begun to puff up, lips curled and fangs showing. In his most honest opinion, it was amusing. Downright amusing. So all it takes is my being merely falling into silence? You will enrage yourself and expend energy just like that? Regardless, Snow turned back to the front wordlessly, having long heard the massive tomcat before he'd arrived. As the tomcat came with that excuse, Snow locked his baby blue eyes on the tom, examining him again. The blood flow had started up again, if it had ever stopped, and he looked as if he'd rather be anywhere else. Can't blame the young one, can I? Life lessons aren't always easy to learn. Then, as if a silently issuing a challenge, Hawkcry broke into a fast trot. Immediately increasing his pace, Snow made sure to stay one tail length behind, enjoying the feel of the wind blowing through his soft pelt. But, he stopped dead once he saw the warrior's home.

It was beautiful. Perhaps the most beautiful thing he'd seen in a long time. Water. The camp was built around water. Usually, he had to travel miles for a drink. Not to mention the gorgeous light of the moon reflected off of it, giving it a somewhat eerie glow that reminded Snow of home. His first home. Now, the rogue wanted to get their even quicker. Feeling the gaze of Hawkcry upon him, Snow turned to him, meeting the warrior's gaze and offering him another sweet smile; the same time smile he'd offered before the fight had broke out. A jackrabbit, hmm? Not bad handsome- I wonder if you actually used your head unlike earlier or just got lucky. Come to think if it, I'm leaning towards the latter. I haven't seen a single lick of prey aside from that lizard. Oh, you have so much to learn. Then, as if on cue, Snow lifted his feathery tail high, baby blue gazed focus on the place. Magnificent. Such a wonderful view. Now, we need to get a move on, it's dark out. The predators like to hunt, for they are cloaked by the darkness. With our bloody reeking hides, we need are a sitting target, and I'm sure the last thing you'd like is for a coyote to come for your little molly accomplice.

Tagged ;; Hawkcry, Hailpaw

[deftonesly]

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: The Wastelands - heading back to DesertClan camp
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hailpaw and Snow
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With a snort, Hawkcry kept moving, sensing the white tom's impatience, though he didn't know why he was so eager to arrive at camp.. Why does he want to get there so badly? Doesn't he realize that Scorchstar will most likely reject him? His urgency and need to get home quickened as the group of three made their way across the cool, vast Wastelands. Sand became stuck in the dark warrior's pads, and blood dripped from his face, a relentless river as they trudged up and over hills and avoided snakes and scorpions and spiders that occasionally crossed their path. The nighttime breeze was quote refreshing, though the dust it brought with it stung the brawny tom's wounds, and burned his eyes.. he clenched his jaws around his catch and dealt with the pain in silence.
When Hawkcry heard a coyote howl, he picked up the pace. Coyotes were a major menace to the desert and the cats within it... unless you wanted to suffer from their wrath, as they usually roamed in packs, it was best to be at the Oasis and safely inside it before they went hunting. It was quite frightening to hear their cries when deep inside the tunnels of the warriors' den.. and there had been plenty of sleepless nights for the dark tabby as he tried to block out the yowling and hollering. In fact.. because of the dangerous place they lived in, Scorchstar often issued curfew. The dark tabby suspected they were past it, but hoped his leader wouldn't mind when he saw his catch and the rogue they had with them.

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Scorchstar
Tomcat
Oriental Shorthair
Leader of DesertClan
Age: 36 moons (8 lives left)
Location: DesertClan camp - on his ledge
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Flarepaw/ OPEN!
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It didn't take long to return to camp, and before the stoic, stern male knew it he and Flarepaw were shunting their way through the twisted, scraggly bushes that served as the camp entrance. It was nighttime now... a little past twilight by the looks of the full moon... but the DesertClan cats were still roaming about. They chattering in groups, and a few cats were eating snacks before they tucked in for the night. Scorch star turned, giving his ebony daughter a fond lick on the forehead, meowing softly, "Get some prey off of the fresh-kill pile and then go to your den. you'll need all the rest you can get... your work for Noeyes and Foxfoot begins at dawn."
Flarepaw groaned at this, and the leader couldn't help but snort. He watched her tear ahead towards the fresh-kill pile, and heard her belly grumble as she passed, which also made his whiskers twitch with amusement. He hadn't seen her eat at all today.. of course the apprentice was starved.
with a little yawn, the long-legged, skinny male padded across the dusty camp floor and went to the Oasis lake.. pausing and stepping slightly into its shallows to get a long drink of the water. He studied its surface.. with the full moon shining brightly down on the black waters the ripples that his lapping sent across the lake, it made the water source look all the more beautiful. The tabby shook his sleek, thinly-furred head, dashing water droplets here and there, and then turned away, trotting to his den. The leader wasn't about to sleep, oh no.. like his rule for eating last, he was the last one to crawl into his den for a rest. He would often sit above his underground burrow on the rocky ledge that served as his spot to watch his Clanmates and call meetings... so Scorchstar settled on its cool surface and tucked his tiny paws beneath him as he let another yawn loose.

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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Oriental Shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: DesertClan camp - fresh-kill pile
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Scorchstar/ OPEN!
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Once they were safely inside the camp, Flarepaw looked to her tall father.. though he said nothing for a moment or so as they stood there. She admired him, though she'd never say it aloud... the ebony she-cat always wished she'd gotten his patience and kindness towards others in her blood, but she hadn't. She was rotten to the core, and apparently some cats, like Batpaw, viewed her that way as well. Finally, her leader turned to her and told her to get some prey to fill her up, and then told her to head off to her nest when she was done eating, but after he'd licked her on the head, which made the ebony she-cat feel better about herself.
She then darted off toward the fresh-kill pile where a few other cats were gathered, leaving the grand tom to his own devices, and made her way around the lake and to the heap of fresh-kill. Flarepaw was indeed ravenously hungry.. she'd forgotten to eat this morning, and felt as if she could eat a coyote.. mange in all! She slowed down her fats bound to a confident strut when she neared the pile, and browsed over her options briefly before selecting a small eaglet to eat.

[yeeee.]

Spottedpaw was bored out of her mind. She'd heard many cats grumbling about heat- like it was ever cool- and talking about other obvious things. Such as, the prey pile was low. No duh. The patrol hadn't even gone out yet. Letting her wide golden eyes roam the dusty terrain, the tall molly sighed. Now that the sun was setting, everyone was bedding down, and she was even more bored than before. The apprentice had heard rogues had come through, but she knew if she even dared approach the medicine cat's den to question them she'd hear it. So, she'd wandered around camp, catching up on gossip and basically making herself a nuisance. Snapping out of her bored thoughts the molly spotted Flarepaw at the prey pile. It then dawned on the molly that she hadn't seen Flarepaw almost all day. Standing up, she strode over, a friendly yet wistful smile on her maw. "Hey Flarepaw, what's up? Anything exciting happen with you?" the apprentice asked casually, kinking her tail over her back as her golden gaze swept the pile. Eh, no fish. She wasn't interested. Focusing her gaze back on Flarepaw, the molly shifted slightly, boredom reflecting in her wide eyes.

Tagged ;; Flarepaw

[* Macey *]

Mossleap||Tags;Scorchstar
I watch as our leader lays on the ledge he uses to call meetings. I climb the ledge, laying down beside him were close, but I'm careful to stay a polite distance away. "You know she adores you," I meow, observing the black she-cat. "I can tell, she wants to be just like you."

[* Macey *]

Mossleap||Tags;Scorchstar
I watch as our leader lays on the ledge he uses to call meetings. I climb the ledge, laying down beside him were close, but I'm careful to stay a polite distance away. "You know she adores you," I meow, observing the black she-cat. "I can tell, she wants to be just like you."

[ruui]

Browntail
The tom stayed in the warrior's den.
He groomed his pelt,expecting kittypet insults
coming soon,so he stayed in.
Fallenpaw
The apprentice
sat in the apprentice's den quietly
as he licked his chest.
Amberpaw
-Waiting for Thornpaw post.

[Olivesaurus]

Swallowpaw|Fae|Apprentice|Mentor: Fawnleap
Feeling: Bored|Location: Camp|Tagged: Fallenpaw

The black tuxedo she-cat had long given up on quietly looking for her mentor. I guess I won't be training today... but it's not like I'm the best apprentice in the den. Swallowpaw sighed inwardly, wishing she could be more like her brother. She padded over to the apprentice's den, deciding she'd take a short nap while no cat was looking for her. As Swallowpaw padded in she recognized Fallenpaw and stopped abruptly. "I-I'm sorry, did I wake you?"

[ruui]

Fallenpaw
He looked up at Swallowpaw.
"Ah,no no,you didn't."He said quietly,in a
polite manner.His fur suddenly got hot,due
to the fact he was talking.To a female.