PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[deftonesly]

Mossleap
I purr at his modesty."Oh come on Scorchstar. If Waspclaw was better than you in anyway he would be leader wouldn't he?" I meow, looking at the Tom. My eyes gleam with admiration I struggle to hide. I know how much he loved Sandfur, and it's not my place to ever live up to the beautiful she-cat. My tail is swishing behind me, and it briefly touches Schorchstar's. I instantly jerk my tail away, my pelt on fire.

Monkey»

He looked around, and saw Scorchstar. "May I please join the clan?" He asked and looked up at him. "I really want to join. I will train hard and be a good apprentice!" He promised and looked down. 'I hope it will be worth it...' he thought.

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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: Mossleap, Monkey, Hawkcry, Snow, and Hailpaw
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"I suppose that's true.." The oriental shorthair murmured, looking down at his feet, which dangled casually over the edge of the ledge. He trailed off... and thought nothing of it when Mossleap's tail gently touched him.. though he could literally feel her pelt heat up in embarrassment. Scorchstar thought, going quiet, Why is every cat so nervous in my pretense? First Quailfeather this morning, and now Mossleap.. Don't they trust me?
The slender, log-limbed tomcat was awoken from his thoughts when the brown rogue padded over to him and meowed, rather annoyingly, if he could join the Clan. Scorch star twitched his ears, mewing sternly, "Made your decision so soon? If I may ask.. what is the reason you'd like to join DesertClan all of a sudden?" But the little brown tom's reply, if he said anything, went in and out Scorchstar's ears.
Suddenly the great male smelled... Great StarClan! Was that blood? And.. another rogue? He leaped to his feet, hoping that he didn't disturb the gray tabby beside him, and quickly had his ears flattened and claws out. When Hawkcry, the massive brute that Scorchstar himself had mentored, slid through the camp entrance, bathed in blood, the orange tabby plunged down from his perch, landing nimbly on his feet. With his tail lashing, he strutted up to the group of three.. which was made up of Hailpaw, his former apprentice, and some... older pearly-white rogue who was also patched with blood. Scorch star meowed coldly, narrowing his green eyes scornfully, as his stare darted from Hawkcry, Hailpaw, and the stranger, "What is the meaning of this?"

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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: Spottedpaw
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Flarepaw had gave in to her rumbling belly and begun to rip apart her meal as Spottedpaw spoke. She swallowed a large mouthful of the bird, spitting out the feather quickly, before meowing, "Normally, I would've said yes... but.." She trailed off, Batpaw's hurtful words going through her head as well as Scorchstar's "But I don't want to get into trouble as soon as I'm off the hook. Don't get me wrong, I love a good dangerous mission, but I feel as if I'm losing my dad's trust." She glanced over to where her father was chatting with Mossleap, noticing how she was sitting next her father on his ledge. She's got some nerve, sitting in Sandfur's spot.. The ebony she-cat thought.
Just then she saw Hawkcry and Hailpaw amble into camp with a skinny, petite, white cat trailing after them. Another rogue? Ugh.. The cocky female thought, eyeing the newcomer with narrowed, pale green eyes. From the way Scorchstar got to his feet, it was obvious he wasn't happy about another rogue encounter either/. Flare paw trained her gaze on the cats on the other side of the lake - transfixed and eager to see what would happen next.

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: DesertClan camp
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Hailpaw, Snow, and Scorchstar
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Hawkcry pushed aside the last of the dry, crackly bushes with an aching shoulder before stalking into camp. To his glee, Scorchstar was already on his feet and padding up to them - his eyes were alight, glowing and burning with a frosty fire, and his tabby pelt was rumpled. Though Hawkcry didn't have much fondness for his former mentor, as he knew he and Waspclaw would take him down someday, he couldn't help but feel pleased with the tom's words as he asked, icily, what had happened. The dark tabby dropped his jackrabbit at his leader's feet before meowing, directing his tail in the white tom's direction, "This.. filth was found at the edges of our border, Scorchstar. He stole our prey and has been meandering about our lands for who knows how long.. What's worse, he provoked me for an attack, and before I could chase him off, he took my ear." He said "ear" with particular hate, and lifted a paw, pointing to the mangled, bloodied stump on his head.

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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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"If you say so..." the Russian blue meowed, her head still turned in the male's direction, as her whiskers were telling her not to let his coughing slip by so easily. It worried her. "And yes, let's get back to-" She was cut off as she heard yet another commotion by the camp entrance. It was Scorchstar again.. this time he was talking with.. Hawkcry, it sounded like. Noeyes lifted her patchy-furred head and padded away from the lake and closer to the camp entrance to hear what was happening.

[Oliverstorm]

Softberry, after a few minutes of casual resting, got to her paws. Her herb storage of cobwebs was getting low so it would do good to get some more. Pushing herself to her paws, the thick-furred molly padded out of the camp and into the territory. She knew a few good spots where spiders lived. Pausing at an oddly placed tumbleweed, Softberry crouched down and, confirming her suspicions right, yanked it aside with her claws and dove down to pull out a large spider, about the size of her paw. Killing it swiftly with a bat to the head, the medicine cat focused on her prize - these spiders built trapdoor dens, and they were coated with webs.

[canadianhowl]

xxxxxLovino
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Rank: rouge Tags: softberry, open Mood: impressed Hunger: 90 Health: 100 Crush: open Mate: none

The male was wondering around the clan territory not knowing that he was on clan territory. Sniffing a cat near by he followed to where the scent leaded to and from a distance watched a she cat that the scent leaded to. He watched her impress on how she handled the spiders. Secretly Lovino was scared of spiders and seeing a she cat take them down he was amazed. He then grew confidence to talk to her and proceeded forward. "You know, you are pretty brave in killing those spiders. I am impressed." The rouge purred not minding if he was going to get a beating as well.

[SchyBug]

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➳ name ;; hailpaw
➳ location ;; camp
➳ rank ;; apprentice
➳ crush ;; unknown
➳ tags ;; hawkcry, snow, scorchstar

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➳Glaring back at the rogue, Hailpaw removed her cold, icy blue gaze from the stranger's battered and beaten dirty white pelt. Instead she focused on the orange tabby making his way over to the returning patrol. Oh, he does not look happy. The angry leader brought a smirk to the tortie's maw as she thought of how cocky the tom had been that the leader was sure to let him into the clan. As Scorchstar neared, the apprentice wiped the sly look off her face as she didn't want her leader to scold her for it. Standing as tall as she could, Hailpaw kept quiet as she listened to Hawkcry tell the story about their adventures today. With a moment's glance down at her paws, and then at the other two, anyone would be able to tell they did the fighting. The molly's front paws had tiny, drying patches of blood; although, it was all from the deep shoulder wound on the outsider, which Hawkcry had so graciously given him.

[yeeee.]

Batpaw ;; resting in medicine cat's den {feel free to wake him c:}

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Spottedpaw's maw dropped open in surprise. "But you've already done it so many times-" she then cut off, realizing what she was about to say might have set Flarepaw off. You've destroyed your father's trust so many times... what was different about this time? Realizing she'd fallen silent for an uncomfortable amount of time, she quickly blurted, "Okay. I'll still help you with the elders den," she said, offering the younger molly an apologetic smile, before suddenly realizing that the molly was looking behind her. Turning, the tall apprentice sighed. More rogues? This was getting old, quickly. But then she realized how much blood there was. "Hey, wanna move up for a better view?" Spottedpaw mewed, feeling her nape prickle with excitement.

Tagged ;; Flarepaw
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Snow was gazing at the beauty of the camp. The large rocks, the large drinking area, the roomy dens. So different, yet so familiar. He was fully aware of the angry leader at his front, and the even angrier Hawkcry spitting curses at him. Every word stuck, every word hung. Even the lies. You called me scat, after I merely asked your identity. Upon realizing it would be futile to continue the conversation, which things only escalate from there. But ah, if I attempt to make my report, I am sure you and Hailpaw will jump upon me, spitting and hissing that I am the one spouting lies. So, I shall do things my way. Letting his feathery tail swish calmly, the older pearl tom then let his baby blue eyes rest on the leader. The same honeyed smile at his lips, the petite tom met the strange leader's gaze silently. The eyes to the window of the soul. I see a creature that has been through much trial and error. But has it been enough? We shall see.

"Greetings," Snow said in that sweet voice, licking his pink nose and emerging fully out of the bush, ignoring the blood that now dripped down his down his petite frame. He will only accuse me of lies if I speak now. If I am taken elsewhere, the truth can be revealed. But he may just have to much undying faith in handsome. We shal discover tge answer soon enough "A simple life lesson taught through trial and error," the pearl tom said so casually he might has well have been talking about the weather. Waving his tail slightly in a dismissive manner, Snow cut to the chase. "I have come to join the clan." As absurd as that statement may seem to many, beating around the bush would only make his lie seem closer to the truth- I shall cut to the chase, and listen to what he has to say in return. Perhaps a blunt response is exactly what I need for further, personal assessing in which the truth can be revealed. It all depends on how composed he is; this peoves to be a true test on the patience of any cat. He is no exception to the rule thus far, but he hasn't cuffed me yet; a good sign.

Tagged ;; Hawkcry, Hailpaw

[Oliverstorm]

Softberry heard the cat's pawsteps just before he spoke and managed to turn around to see him just before then. She didn't show any signs of hostility, just a little surprised. Fluffing out her coat from embarrassment, the thick-furred molly spoke," I get told that from kits, as well. I was mainly here for the spiderwebs, though. I'm not a fighter or a hunter - so don't get too impressed by that display. Send me after a lizard or mouse, and I'm just going to make a fool of myself." The medicine cat enjoyed having any company, Clanmate or rogue. Perhaps that was a weakness of her's. Though this rogue didn't seem to be aggressive, so why show that when he was just being friendly?

Tagged;; Lovino

[canadianhowl]

xxxxxLovino
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Rank: rouge Tags: softberry, open Mood: impressed Hunger: 90 Health: 100 Crush: open Mate: none

"I see. Well just make sure that those spiders don't get near me right now because I'm not really a fan of them. I'll tell you this, if you want to I could help you out with your hunting skills. Just to catch the small critters not like here are any big prey here." The rouge purred as he sat down giving his full attention onto Softberry. He remembered that he probably seemed odd for he hadn't even given his name to the she cat. "One more thing before I forget. My name is Lovino, and who may you be?" He then laid down on the ground while looking up at the she cat as if he was a kit admiring her skills.

[Olivesaurus]

(Any ideas of where I should place Waspclaw right now?
Also, have Sunpaw and Swallowpaw gotten any replies yet?)

[Oliverstorm]

Softberry watched Lovino lay down in front of her and she swung around the empty spider's nest to be able to watch the tom as well as collect the webs. "I'd like that sometime. Perhaps after I drop these webs off, you could teach me?" The warrior code didn't apply to medicine cats - they were allowed to have friends past the border [actual canon stuff c:<]. But still, she wouldn't want to stray too far from DesertClan territory, in case she was attacked. The thick furred molly knew the basic attacks like the forepaw slash, but not complex things like this here rogue might know. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lovino. I'm Softberry."

Tagged;; Lovino

[deftonesly]

{If possible, could you make him come to Hawkcry's aid?}