PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

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PPPPPFFFT
I KNOW!
I'm waiting for Darkest to respond with Spottedpaw and then she can hurry to the apprentices' den, pretend to be asleep for a bit, and then slip out.

@ everyone
Can you have your cats just not notice her when she sneaks out? I want their meetings/ relationship to be secret.. at least until she has Thorn's kittens after a while.

[* Macey *]

@jolly omg, imagine cute little dark brown tabbies with big ears cx to much cuteness!

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*squeals*
I totally want to RP one of them.. he'll be.. like you said, a brown tabby with large ears, but at the same time have really large paws. Bumblepaw/ feet! XD

[majora.]

//yes, she iS OooOOoO

[yeeee.]

Snow once more noted the leader had flattened his ears. Then, for a few moments, complete and utter silence filled the air. Flickering his pearl ears back, the older tom let the familiar desert sounds fill his ears. The coyote's wild cries, the soft swish of the decently cool wind blowing through his soft pelt, and the beautiful Silverpelt twinkling silently above them. Raising his pink nose to the sky, Snow closed his baby blue eyes, content. This silence is one that is creating when one is dwelling on something- hard. He's thinking... of what I wonder? The possibilities? Oh, they are endless. Perhaps he dwells on my words.. but don't too much, Scorchstar. Actions speak louder than words, and the words.... they are designed to be somewhat confusing. Still, I must say, he looks quite different from before. The older tom watched as the leader's lip slowly began to pull back, revealing the pearly canines. Snow just simply gazed at them as they glowed in the starlight, and in that instant, only then did his entire situation slam upon him. I've threatened him- perhaps more than he ever has been before. Creatures fear what they don't understand... and leaders? Snow licked his maw. The golden tom had wrinkled his lips, nostrils, and his teeth were bared. For that second, the old tom had a decent understanding that things could be going a lot better. They detest - loathe - hate things they cannot understand, for they continue the legacy- everyone must have their turn after all. But then suddenly, Scorchstar relaxed. Too suddenly. It was as if for just a second, the tom had allowed his hatred to show, before sucking it up and resuming a mirror image of the powerful leader he was. The pearl tom tilted his head. Do you detest me, Scorchstar? Common sense would have said yes. Snow had lived far too long, had too many experiences like this to not take the hints. The silence, the snarls, the empty yet not-so-empty threats, posture, the fatigue, and most importantly, the fact that Scorchstar had offered no explanation. Such as, no assessment. No nothing. Experience had clawed him many times. ...until tomorrow... But those claws apparently hadn't been enough. Maybe even those invisible claws of experience had ripped just a little deeper so long ago Snow would accept the fact before it was too late. But alas, even himself had a weakness. Hints? He saw them. He tasted them on his tongue like prey. But failure... failure? That was something that he would would not swallow. Ever. Someone would have to shove it down his throat, get it through his skull. And even that took some time.

Dipping his head, another silky purr escaped from the back of the petite tom's throat. "Thank you, Scorchstar," he said in that ever present honeyed tone, before sheathing his dull coral claws. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. But, I will be resting with warriors for the first time in at over forty moons. But, he truly believes I wish to overthrow him. My plans will not take root while your here? Hmmm.... But then, it was obvious. Another claw, another one that burrowed deep into his mind, and tweaked. When the time comes, I won't be 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. That made this strange feel wash over him, but he didn't reveal it. He never did. Snow simply stood and stretched as if the words didn't even compute. His feathery tail curled over his back, and a long yawn escaped him. But it wasn't taunting... it was different. Just as this whole scenario was different so very quickly. Blinking back open his baby blue eyes, he focused them on the leader. Perhaps Whisperclan taught me too well, hmm? I cannot allow my trust to be let down, even for a leader- even leader's can be corrupted. But, we will see. Perhaps it was just enough... but if it was, why the threats?

Instead of acceptance, Snow murmured, "How do you know the change isn't for the better? Even more so, how do you know it will ever come down to certain demise? Don't be so sure, Scorchstar... after all, looks can be deceiving," Snow mewed in that soft honeyed voice, fixing his baby blue eyes upon Scorchstar's emerald ones once more. The pearl tom knew it. This leader... didn't want him here. But can that be changed? Death didn't really matter much anymore. He could survive alone. He didn't want to. And, he was willing to take the risk to take part in this unfolding story. The only thing stopping him was this powerful, deadly leader that didn't want him here. Absurd. This is out of my paws now... words don't really matter at this point. And then the leader went 360 on him. Purring, sitting. Watching. Deja vu all over again. Icefang had warned him the first time with Whisperclan. And now, he could hear his mentor's words whispering in the back of his mind. You need to accept what he said, and leave while you still have your spirit intact. Because they will break you. And you will never live again.His own conscience was warning him, common sense was warning him. But, if he'd been sane, he would've died a long time ago. Gazing at the golden tom for one moment longer, Snow then jumped from the rock and padding over to the medicine cat's den. I"ll take my chance. But then, he realized there was an entire crowd of warriors chatting around the fluffy molly from earlier. Stopping, the petite older tom sat and began to lick his own wounds. So.. this Softberry is the angry molly from earlier... intriguing. At least there was a distraction for his denial.

Tagged ;; No one

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Spottedpaw noted Flarepaw's gaze turning to the sky. Glancing upward as well, the young molly realize it was much past her bedtime. Shaking her head, the tall molly sighed. She was going to be a wreck tomorrow [puns...], and that was a lot worse than it usually would be because she was hoping to get on a patrol- unlike today. "Poor rogue my tail. He shouldn't have strutted in here like he owned the place," the tall molly grumbled moodily, curling her spotted tail over her back. Muffling another yawn, she nodded in agreement. "I totally understand- hey, I'll catch you later. I really need to be bedding down now; tomorrow will hopefully be more exciting than today," Spottedpaw mewed, turning away and waving farewell with her long tail. Padding into the apprentice's den, she laid down upon her moss bed and curled up, wrapping her tail over her nose. In a matter of moments, she was fast asleep.

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You a mentor to one of them? That would be a nightmare come true- I pity the kit that gets chosen, but at the same time, envy them. They will learn how to fight well, undoubtedly. Batpaw shifted, blinking his filmy turquoise eyes before sighing softly. "Smells like it to," the ebony tom mewed simply, before shaking his head slightly. "Sounds like you have a plan of vengeance already," the apprentice added quietly, noting the rage in Hawkcry's voice. A skinny rat? You with those colorful insults. Yawning then, Batpaw shook out his velvety ebony pelt. "I should bed down. It's late. Hope that ear feels better soon." Batpaw slowly made his way towards the apprentice den, but hesitated for just a moment. I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Tagged ;; No one

[Oliverstorm]

Softberry's ear angled backwards when she heard gentle pawsteps behind her and swiveled her head, seeing the battered and blood stained white tom step forward. Her mind wasn't clouded with anger now - head lifted high, the fluffy molly got to her paws and approached Snow without any signs of unconfidence. "I heard Scorchstar send you to me - I'm afraid that my den is a bit overcrowded, with so many cats, but you can lay right within the entrance." So someone can keep an eye on you. Dogtail and her kits were safely concealed behind everyone else in the den. Her bright green eyes shone with the starlight, certain types of wisdom unattainable to most every cat alive - even Snow - reflected boldly in them.

Without waiting for much of a reply, the medicine cat whisked back into her den and grabbed the ointment treatment she'd used several times within this sunrise and moonhigh - the marigold and cobwebs. Setting the bundle within an extra nest, Softberry dragged that to the entrance of the medicine cat den and moved it so that the soft moss would be out of the harsh sunlight when the sun rose. "Come sit over here, so I can take care of you." Her voice, it didn't seem to be very hostile or threatening at all. Her soft paws concealed sharp silver claws that hardly ever emerged, and her thick pelt was devoid of scars or battle wounds except for a nick in her ear.

Tagged;; Scorchstar Snow

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{seriously, @Oliverstorm and Darkest
Your responses are incredible :'D unfortunately, I'm throwing my sister a birthday party and won't be able to respond until late at night. I'll reply as soon as I get the chance!}

[* Macey *]

{@jolly Ikr! goals^^}

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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/ on his ledge
Crush/ Mate: None
Tags: Snow/ OPEN!
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Scorchstar, as he had throughout this entire ordeal, watched Snow with his narrowed green eyes. The great leader didn't respond to the male's honey-sweet mew, either. He kept his stern, frightening eyes trained on the battered rogue as he approached Softberry, and when he saw that she was going to take care of him, he let out a gusty sigh and flicked his long tail with worry. My, my, what a troubling day... I had to deal with three rogues... one of them being a cat that wants to "better" my Clan. Better how? His words were so odd and manipulative.. Great StarClan, I've never encountered a rogue with such nerve and audacity as him! The tabby then straightened, turned, got to his feet, and made a quick and agile leap onto his ledge with another nervous twitch of his tail. As the long-limbed, angular tom settled down, tucking his paws beneath his thinly-furred, narrow chest, he continued to ponder on what had just happened. And his nerve is exactly why I can't allow him to stay. Those Monkey and Pearly cats are different... they're young, immature, and kind. Easily the kind of cats that we can mold into fine warriors. But Snow? He's older and wiser than any cat I've ever met - I only spoke to him for a few moments, and already I'm threatened and put off by him! Whether or not he admits it, his plans for the sake of DesertClan are, in my eyes, too drastic and too dangerous.. I won't allow him to join us, no way. He's unworthy of my trust.. and is unworthy of my cats' trust and friendship.
Sighing once more, Scorchstar lowered his head onto the hard surface of his ledge, scanning his Clanmates, his family, with the bright light of the full moon dappling his pelt and turning it a milky white. Oh, Sandfur.. I don't know what to do. I'm lost, as I always am, without you by my side. I need to know what to do. I'm stuck.. and I need your guidance more than anything right now.

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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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"Agreed." Flarepaw mumbled, swallowing the last of her meal loudly. At Spottedpaw's polite words as she excused herself to the den, the ebony female couldn't help but brighten - though not visibly, because she didn't want the hazel-eyed female to start questioning her again. She meowed, nudging aside the remains of the eaglet. "See ya!"
Once she'd disappeared into the den, the oriental shorthair tossed her head about. Cats were still milling about the Oasis camp.. talking in groups or eating late night snacks. In fact, some cats, she didn't see who for certain, had just returned from a hunt. Daring, what with all the coyotes howling just outside the camp! Flarepaw also saw her father finishing his talk with the white, long-furred, and beat-up rogue, and saw him clamber up to his ledge. Of course, he would be the last one to tuck in for the night. Scorchstar would stay on that ledge for most of the night.. keeping watch over every cat. Casting a wary glance his way, the pale green-eyed molly knew that her sneaking out to meet Thorn would have to wait a while longer. She'd have to stay in the apprentices' den for a bit, pretending to be asleep, and then could sneak out of camp, at last, to see the tabby male again.
Her heart fluttered without her permission to do so as she thought of the male. Already she thought of him as a friend.. which was odd, seeing as they'd only spoken to one another for a few moments. But Flarepaw had a gut instinct.. she knew that she could trust Thorn and that he'd never dream of laying a claw on her. When she'd tried to attack him and when he'd responded with his smooth words and sheathed claws, it was obvious he didn't mean to hurt her..
What's the harm in going out of camp just this once to meet such a nice tom? That's right. Nothing! I don't get why Batpaw was so angry at me for talking with him.. what's the big whoop? Not like I'll ever meet up with him after tonight, right?
... Right?
Stopping in her mooning and getting to her paws with a shake of her head, Flarepaw bounded off to the tunnel-den, slipping inside and finding her way amongst the slumbering bodies to reach her fluffy, plush nest in the center of the den. She settled down, curling up with her long, thin tail draped over her nose, and glanced up at the moon, which was just visible, one last time before closing her wide emerald eyes.

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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, Snow, Softberry, Pearly, and the kittens
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Hawkcry ducked his head, still quietly prideful in himself at the admiration and fair amount of jealousy in Batpaw's unreadable, turquoise stare. As the ebony tom slunk off toward the apprentices' den, the dark tabby called after him, knowing that the male was frustrated about his lack of sight. He's a spritely tom.. and Waspclaw could definitely use him on our side if I can train him well enough.. Yes, dear Batpaw could be an asset. I'll train you well - I can see the desire in those blind eyes of yours, and I can use your ambitions and dreams to your - my - advantage. "Batpaw! If you'd like, I'd be willing to teach you some of my moves.. I'm not allowed to fight or go patrolling, nor leave camp, but it would be a pleasure to show you skills like mine." After all.. who wouldn't want to be me? I don't doubt Waspclaw's teaching as a mentor, because he too is schooling Batpaw in all of our tricks.. but what harm can I do? We'll need strong cats for when we overthrow Scorchstar. If I can only tempt him to join our side..
As he awaited the apprentice's response, he saw Snow making his way toward the medicine cats' den, and immediately Hawkcry's muscles tensed and his pelt puffed out. I can't have every cat see me bicker with him... not good for my image. I should beat it, the dark tabby thought around a little yawn, Besides.. it's been a long, painful day. I need to rest.. preferably by the lovely Spidermask.
With that he meowed a polite, charming goodbye to Dogtail, her little ones, and the already snoozing Splashpaw and rogue, Pearly. He got to his massive feet and made his exit, though it was tough to fit his bulk out of the small den entrance. Hawkcry emerged into the chilly nighttime atmosphere... and took in a deep breath of the amazing desert air, the dust and sand nearly making him sneeze as he did so, and locked eyes with the white rogue. His icy blue eyes were narrowed balefully with a frighteningly clear hatred and loathing, and when he passed by the pearly white cat on his way to Batpaw, he purposefully stopped before him and hissed quietly, "I will never forget what you've done to me. How you gave me wounds that I'll carry for the rest of my days. I don't care if you stay here or not - I'll hunt you down, and eventually get my revenge. Keep your eyes peeled, your ears pricked, and stay on your toes, rogue, for when you least expect it, I'll avenge the loss of my ear and the loss of my pride."
With a whisk of his short, tabby tail, the dark, pale-blue-eyed tomcat promptly stepped harshly on the male's paw just to be scornful. And then he was off, padding over to Batpaw with his rage erased from his face and a smile across his maw.

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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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[b][color=#0080FF]"Well, Foxfoot.. I for one am exhausted. I honestly don't give a coyote's tail about what's going on, or who our new visitor is anymore. It's way past my bedtime." She chuckled lightly, got to her feet, and parted her jaws in a wide, enormous yawn just to emphasize her point. "Come on. We'll ask around and see what's what tomorrow."

[crabodile]

Dogtail»

She looked at Hawkcry, and hushed her kits. Curling around them, she purred softly to them to help them go to sleep. Yawning herself, she looked at Hawkcry one last time before falling asleep still purring softly.