PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[MalikaiFlame]

[We can just assume that Splashpaw went back to bed too. I had to leave before I could get her back to bed.]

[deftonesly]

{God bless you for the stunningly detail re-cap and reposts for me, October! 8D}

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Scorchstar
Tomcat
Orange tabby oriental shorthair
Leader of DesertClan
Age: 36 moons (8 lives left)
Location: DesertClan camp - outside the leader's den
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Snow
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Scorchstar flattened his ears.. He'd made his decision. Snow wouldn't be joining DesertClan - not now, not ever. It was clear to the intelligent tom that the rogue's plans were, though mysterious, destructive and could easily mean death. He had seemed like a laid back, calm cat when Scorchstar had first met him, but after their short talk.. he'd decided to push aside Sandfur's advice and not permit this dangerous, if slightly old, Snow to join his Clan. Sure, Snow had seemed like a possible ally at first.. but Scorchstar saw nothing but ambition and coldness in those baby blue eyes.
He didn't know why he wanted so badly to change DesertClan.. what was there to change, really? Did he seem to think, in his arrogance, that he could do a better job at leading than he? The orange tabby was completely tuned around as he struggled to decipher Snow's honey-coated, silky words and work out what the white, petite cat really meant. I was intrigued by him at first, and wondered if he could be an asset to DesertClan.. but.. I have to think of the Clan. How could I let a crazed cat like Snow into the heart of our camp and let others suffer for it? I will not stand for this!
His mind whizzed as he suddenly realized that the male couldn't stay in the Oasis.. as a downside, his legs and paws suddenly felt heavy with the urge to sleep. The oriental shorthair hadn't realized how exhausted he was till the older tom had pointe sit so blatantly out. But nonetheless, despite his overwhelming fatigue, Scorchstar curled his lips back over his perfectly white fangs, showing his first sign of obvious aggression towards Snow but still keeping his voice calm and icy, "... Of course. I was thinking the same. As for your wounds that Hawkcry dealt on you.. our medicine cats' den is right over there." He tossed his skinny, angular head in the direction of the tunnel-den. "Check to make sure they're not asleep, please, so that you don't disturb them. Softberry will treat your injuries and give you a nest to sleep in until tomorrow.." Because as soon as the sun is rising, you'll be escorted out of my home. I won't tell you that you won't be joining DesertClan.. as I want to see the look on your face when my warriors rouse you from your nest and drag you out of my camp at daybreak.
He then relaxed his wrinkled lips and muzzle, lashing his tail twice and murmuring, coldly, creepily, in a more hostile tone than before, "I'll let you stay for now.. but one slip up from you and you'll be chased out of the desert and back to the Twolegplace you most likely came from. I'm never one for idle threats, as you'll soon find out if you try anything. It's obvious that your plans are threatening and are sure to cause... trouble...but they will not take place in DesertClan. Not while I'm here. Whatever you came here for, whatever you want from us you shall not get it. I'll be sure of that." Scorchstar then stepped closer, drawing himself up onto the balls of his feet sp that he towered above Snow. He didn't spit, he didn't explode, and he didn't openly challenge him. The words he used were powerful... because the leader knew, when it came to the safety of his Clan, that he would not let anything stand in his way. Most certainly not a miniature tom that could simply never hope to take over a Clan full of strong, experienced cats ready for a fight at any given time.
He then added, still talking in that eerie, quiet tone that was somehow stronger than spitting or hurling curses, "When the time comes, I'm not afraid to take you down with my own claws. I won't hide behind my cats' protection. Yes, when the time comes, I'll fight you, and I will not stop fighting.. until you are dead."
The great leader than stepped aside, acting as if nothing had happened, and, with a little purr, sat on his haunches to let Snow make his way towards the medicine cats' den.

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Flarepaw (Flareears)
She-cat
Black oriental shorthair
Apprentice of DesertClan
Age: 8 moons
Location: DesertClan camp
Crush: Slightly drawn to Thorn.. though not quite crushing.
Tags: Spottedpaw
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As he will to finish her eaglet was too strong, Flarepaw pawed it closer, beginning to eat again, as Spottedpaw spoke. Though the ebony female nodded her thin head at her newfound friend's words, she couldn't stop herself from glancing up at the sky every once and a while. The moon was full and incredibly bright.. Thorn was waiting out there with his tabby fur turned silver by the moonlight. Waiting for her, of all cats.
"You'd better believe he's upset," The oriental shorthair mumbled around a mouthful of chewy bird flesh. "Look at him! That poor rogue doesn't know what he's gotten himself into. I really do hope that he won't allow all of them to stay. Seriously.. that white tom gives me the jitters, if you catch my drift."

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Hawkcry
Tomcat
Dark brown tabby
Warrior of DesertClan
Age: 19 moons
Location: DesertClan camp
Crush: Spidermask
Tags: Softberry, Dogtail, Batpaw, Splashpaw, and the kittens
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Hawkcry ducked his brawny, massive head to the tiny orange and white she-cat that made an appearance, but didn't speak to her, as she wasn't addressing him. He then purred silkily and softly to Dogtail, his wide icy blue eyes reflecting the shine of the moon as the shafts of light drifted through the den entrance, "Like I said, I'm glad to offer my services. Hopefully.. I may just mentor one of them." He meowed, nodding to the tabby kitten he'd put his paw on.
The dark warrior started as Batpaw approached him then, and turned away from the queen to face the black, blind male. At his concern and slight admiration in his tone, the male meowed, rolling his muscular shoulders just to add truth to his words, "Yeah well.. Not without some consequences. Of course I won the little brawl, as the cat that I challenged was a skinny little rat!" He then flinched a little as the apprentice brushed against his wounded, still stinging ear and gently touched the plaster of herbs on his coat. "And.. yes, I certainly did. Feels like all of the coyotes in the desert came to gnaw on it too.." Hawkcry's voice shifted into a growl as he spoke, and the fury and desire for revenge on the white brute was palpable.

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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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"Wounded, you say? Way to make our first impression on a possible new member to the Clan." Noeyes faced Foxfoot at his touch, chuckling slightly. "Yes, let's get closer.. Who's in the patrol and who wounded him, do ya think?" She asked as they set off toward the camp entrance with the tomcat at her side.

[crabodile]

Monkey»

He lay under a bush, snoring softly. A breeze mad him shiver and awake, but he padded into the bush for warmth. Yawning, he fell back to sleep. Now, he was snoring loudly and kept rolling around when a breeze passed.

[Oliverstorm]

[Red October's recap is nearly accurate, but Softberry isn't asleep yet! She's just inside the den, watching the stars.]

[jarvis.]

Softberry padded back over to Owlflight, trusting Splashpaw and Tinypaw to take care of this simple task. She gazed at the warrior and fluffed out her pelt, the desert air freezing in the night. May as well get used to this - late nights are going to be a common thing. I have a bad feeling in my marrow. The medicine cat thought with her ears flattening slightly on her head, raising a paw and gazing at Owlflight. "So what are you doing up? Having some sleeping troubles of your own?" On the molly's pelt, Softberry could scent another warrior. Dustspeck, probably. The thick furred she-cat stifled a purr, perhaps Dogtail wouldn't be the only queen in the nursery soon enough.

Tagged;; Owlflight Splashpaw Tinypaw Dustspeck

( oh then I can have Owlflight talk to her c: but I'll just say that Finchstep, Fawnleap, and Foxfoot headed to bed. also just realized 3 out of my 4 cats have names starting with 'f' ))

O w l f l i g h t
she-cat - warrior - 16 moons - medicine cats' den - tags; Softberry

The young warrior ducked her head in embarrassment, flattening her ears the slightest bit. "Softberry. . ." she began sharply, but trailed off as she thought more upon the medicine cat's suggestions. At the thought of Dustspeck's mesmerizing green eyes, Owlflight felt her ears heat up and her pelt suddenly felt unbearably hot. "Oh shush," she flushed uncomfortably before shaking her head quickly. She was not going to be stuck in the nursery for six whole moons just to have kits with a tom. Even if it were to be such a kind and not to mention attractive one. "I'm sleeping fine thank you very much," the words spilled from the amber-eyed she-cat's maw before she could stop them and they most definitely didn't help her case as she was stuttering slightly as she mewed them.

[Oliverstorm]

Softberry chuckled when she felt slight heat roll from the molly and flicked her tail in a knowing way, deciding to not push it any further. A good tease here and there was good, but taking it too far could just turn into a sort of bullying case. The thick furred molly puffed out her own pelt against the chill of the desert night air and huffed out a breath, eyes closing momentarily. "Well, it seems as though Crowpaw went to her den. Perhaps it's best you do the same - it is moonhigh, after all. A sick warrior is confined to my den."

Tagged;; Owlflight Crowpaw

[jarvis.]

O w l f l i g h t
she-cat - warrior - 16 moons - medicine cats' den - tags; Softberry, Dustspeck

Owlflight's eyes drifted to the moon, sitting high up in the sky, before nodding in agreement. A slight breeze ruffled her long pelt making her realize how cold it truly was. "Goodnight Softberry. May StarClan grant you a peaceful night," she whispered, not wanting to wake her snoozing clan mates. With that, the she-cat rose to her paws silently and waved a final goodbye to Softberry with her tail before padding back over to the warriors' den. The cool sand beneath her paws was quite soothing after a long day of hunting on the hot, crusty earth of the territory. As soon as Owlflight stepped into the den, she found herself scanning the sleeping pelts for Dustspeck's. The sight of his resting figure made Owlflight's pelt prickle before she curled up beside him, careful not to brush him or wake him as she drifted off.

[WildlingQueen]

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Dustspeck felt fur brush his and recognized the sweet scent of Owlflight. As she curled up beside him, his muscles relaxed and he curled his tail around her, letting his body shift just slightly. The cool air sank into his fur, but his breath slowed and his eyes remained closed until he drifted into sleep.

[deftonesly]

@ majora.

Is Spidermask asleep? Because I want Hawkcry to leave the medicine cats' den and come to sleep beside her. x3
WE HAVE TO GET THIS SHIP SAILING

[* Macey *]

WE HAVE TO GET THE FLAREYPAW THORN SHIP SAILING AS WELL
Just sayin