PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[* Macey *]

{I'm send Divestrike to sleep, im just waiting for one last reply from Troutsplash.}

[! october]

[@jolly; sorry about that! ;n;]
@Macey; 'put her down?' no dont do that :C //kidding]

Quailfeather ; silver tabby and white she-cat ; warrior ; tagged: Rabbitleap

Quailfeather yawned, unable to keep herself awake. I don't want to be rude, but I'm so tired... She got to her paws, and blinked sleepily at Rabbitleap. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to excuse myself. I don't think I can stay up any longer. Goodnight, Rabbitleap." The tabby patched she-cat dipped her head to the orange tom, and then turned to enter the den. Once there, she curled into her nest, nose tucked under her tail. Sleep claimed her quickly.

Troutsplash ; grey-brown tabby tom ; warrior ; tagged: Dovestrike

Troutsplash smiled warmly at the smaller warrior, fondness in his heart. You're such a wonderful cat; this clan is lucky to have you. As am I. The tom reached over to touch his nose to Dovestrike's ear, and then got to his paws. "It's awfully late," he meowed with a small yawn. "We should get to our nests. Warriors need their rest," he purred, turned in the direction of the warriors' den.

[Olivesaurus]

(Uh okay thanks I'll just pretend my cats are all asleep or something XD)

[* Macey *]

(Omg, that sounds so bad. I'm gonna change it c;)
Dovestrike
I stand as well, slightly dissappinted that my conversation with the tom was over. I purr slightly. "That they do." I walk close to Troutsplash. I almost wish he could read my mind. My white paws are silent on the ground below me, and it's not until this moment I realize my true drowsyness.

[canadianhowl]

{{ Let's say my cats are aleep.... }}

[deftonesly]

(Hey, So I guess I was accepted right? I'm gonna start roleplaying x3)

Flint-
:Flint growled as she trudged through the hot sun. She was fine, but it felt like another coat on her back. She should have been used to the weather by now, but she hadn't remembered it being this hot.. She shook her head and looked around. "A tree!" She mewed out loud. She hadn't seen one in what felt like ages. Flint ran over quickly, her paws burning as they hit the scorching sand. She clawed her way up it quickly, and rested in the shade of it, on a high branch, sniffing the air incase of a sign of prey. Her throat was dry from the lack of water, so she would have to find some soon. A strong wind blew by, kicking up sand. She closed her eyes and sniffed the air, and a brief smell of cat hit her nose. "Where there's cats.." She mewed to herself "There's prey and water!".:

{It's nighttime}

[yeeee.]

{Ty ^^ glad you like the writing jolly. Eh, sorry 'bout that ;v; Spottedpaw and Batpaw are sleep and as soon as Softberry is done treating him, Snow will also be bedded down for the night.}

Snow watched as Softberry approached. His baby blue eyes, although half shut now, caught everything. The way she strode over, head high, eyes shining, gazing down on him with this strange confidence that was yet to be seen in this clan. You believe that you are better than me. That was the conclusion he'd drawn. To him, everything radiated it. Blinking open his baby blue eyes a bit more, Snow continued to watch her emotionlessly. You stroll forth, proud, and fearless, for your a medicine cat of Starclan and a member of this clan - a beacon to the will of the dead above us. Privileged. You see a battered, hopeless old rogue before you that you can gaze down upon, scorning my existence - I'm lucky to be here, and lucky to have survived - isn't that it? Softberry, hmm? That means you are gentle, good with herbs - as most medicine cats - and a little more in tune with Starclan than the average medicine cat I believe.

But after that display of anger against that your leader's word, the way you force yourself to be calm tells me otherwise, the way you place me at the entrance of the den - as if hiding something - tells me much differently, Softberry. You may be a medicine cat, but how much does it truly matter if the one that is before you doesn't care? If you are so confident and assured, then why are you trying so hard to keep your voice calm and level? Not to mention it is against the law of a warrior to strike the medicine cat - your protected. That's why your so bold - Ahhh, I can continue this examination later. I must rest and be fresh for what is to come. Snow yawned then; not an exaggerated yawn. A real yawn. It was late. He was an older cat, and injured, not to mention how far he had traveled. Time for a well-earned rest. But, just as he was about to pad in, Hawkcry hissed more words of vengeance in his pearly ear, as if he hadn't had enough that day. And, as usual, Snow smiled. No words in reply this time. The hunter has wounded pride, hmm? Well, I must say handsome, you'll have more than that if you try to follow up on those words. But then, the pressure was applied to his paw. I have warned you many a time - your attempts are still so very rushed. But, the more you fester, the more dangerous you become. Usually you would be nought but a problem, but with Scorchstar already uneasy? I shall silence this before it explodes. Snow met the pale blue eyes filled with loathing and hatred, before mewing softly, "I pity you," the older rogue said simply in that honeyed voice, smoothing his feathery back down the Hakwcry's massive back. "But, hold onto those thoughts dearly if that's what fuels your desire to live." Then, as if nothing happened, the older mewed, "Okay," to Softberry and squeezed into the medicine cat's den, promptly sliding smoothly upon his moss bed.

Afterwards, he simply examined his wounds, and thought. You are making sure I know my place as a rogue- shoving me at the entrance.... but, I am hurt. Why try and establish yourself if I am the one whom is already vulnerable? That reveals your insecurity -the game is very different as a medicine cat - but, there is something else... Subtly sniffing the air, the pearl tom then noted that the faintest smell of milk clinging upon his moss, and hanging within the air. So I did hear a queen giving birth... odd, aren't they usually born within the nursery? Well, that was in the forest... perhaps things are different here. Shifting, his baby blue eyes wandered to the worst injuries his body. There was a bruise on his chest from Hawkcry's bunt, a deep bite mark on his left shoulder from the bite, a scratch on his hindquarter from his landing, and another bite on his tail- yet nothing permanent. Things could've been much worse, yet still that skirmish caused quite the impact. Perhaps Scorchstar wouldn't have been so on edge of he hadn't seen such a powerful warrior marred - the first impression was quite... alarming for the leader. Ahhh, but it couldn't be avoided. Regardless, the night is young - time for rest - but first, I shall have just a bit more fun. Although he could feel himself drooping off a bit, the older rogue flickered his feathery tail and mewed casually, "So, how many kits are there?" Milk smell, mewls coming from the den just moments ago, and a molly yowling her heart out earlier. Ahhh, such an interesting chain of events. This clan must be very busy all the time.

Tagged ;; Softberry, Hawkcry

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Batpaw stopped dead, his massive ears swiveling backwards. Did Hawkcry just offer to help me with my fighting? Hardly able to suppress the rush of rare excitement and surprise, the petite ebony tom flexed his long, hooked claws, sinking them deep into the dusty earth. For a moment he stood there, processing that information. Just one session with him could make the difference- perhaps I could have my warriors assessment soon. My fighting is the only thing holding me back; everything else I've mastered- this could be it. A slow smile began to make it's way across the usually stoic apprentice's maw. Turning, Batpaw opened his mouth to reply, but he noted there was a chilling tension in the air suddenly. Was it him? Maybe so. The blindness had honed his senses - a bit too much sometimes. But, just moments before, Hawkcry had been speaking. But now, Batpaw could only detect the sound of the chilling desert wind singing through the holes in the rocks around them. Not a single pawsteps touched the earth. Why had the massive tom stopped? Tilting his head ever so slightly, the tall tom shifted, now sniffing a bit - the smell of earth, blood and dust filled his nostrils; no doubt the scent of a rogue - but whatever. None of them were a threat - any warrior could take down any of them on any given day or time. Besides, this one was injured. What was going on?

Then, after a few moments of the silence, he heard the distinctly heavy pawsteps of Hawkcry coming towards him, and his excitement returned pushing away all worrisome thoughts. This was it. All of that work was about to pay off. The silence was just because mostly everyone was headed to bed - right? "I'll meet you at Oasis pond at sunrise," Batpaw mewed quickly, doing his best to keep his soft voice it's normal blank tone instead of tinged with the excitement and surprise he felt. Regardless, he stumbled over his words a bit and the fur on his nape prickled against his will. But he did nothing against it. This really was it. My grand opportunity. But, in spite of his excitement, a yawn escaped his maw. I must bed down if I want to get to the Oasis on time. "Night Hawkcry," Batpaw said, knowing his higher voice pitch betrayed his excitement more than his bristling fur. Regardless, he slid into the apprentice den and curled upon his moss bed. I'm going to become a warrior. That was what kept repeating 'till he fell asleep, dreaming of the ceremony that was certainly to come.

Tagged ;; Hawkcry/no one [sleep]

[Oliverstorm]

Softberry's gaze drifted from Snow to Hawkcry when the injured warrior hissed and stepped on the older tom's paw. Her neck fur rose slightly - but before she could growl some kind of warning, Snow already had spoken. Surely those words would be enough sand in the wounds. A medicine cat's ability was like an oath - no matter the cat, if injured, it was her duty to take care of them. Perfectly at ease while sitting down beside the white tom, the thick furred molly lapped at the shoulder bite to clean it up before chewing some of the marigold and applying it onto the deep wound. "I haven't seen you fight, but I can tell you certainly gave something to Hawkcry. Have you perhaps had previous training?" Softberry, upon examining the fierce warrior's wounds, had noticed some of them were well placed. As if by perfect training. However, assumptions were assumptions and not safe to make unless given a straight answer. Although there might not be getting a straight answer easily from this cat. He has his secrets, as do I, and every other cat. And it's not my place to figure these things out. There was nothing really interrogating in the medicine cat's voice, just curiosity. Rogues generally had interesting stories about where they came from and what had happened in their lives.

Upon being asked how many kits there were, Softberry paused for a second and moved onto the haunch scratch. "Four little ones. A surprising amount for a litter." She purred, thinking about the little kittens for a brief second and then went about applying the pulp to the scratch. Kits are always a good addition to the Clan. And Snow is no threat here, not now. There is a time for aggression and tense moods, but now is not then. Her green gaze flicked to the last wound, the one on the tail. Those always hurt more - not exactly in a searing pain way, but more of a sharp eye-watering kind of pain. The wound looked pretty clean already so the molly rubbed in some of the herb and then applied the cobwebs to hold it still. "Now, when the sun rises tomorrow we can go to the oasis and clean all of that matted blood out of your fur. I'm sure it's not pleasant for smelling or seeing, but it's dangerous to go out now because of coyotes and such. I'm sure you've probably had a scrape with them before." The way Softberry held herself, she was not afraid of Snow. But she did not underestimate him either. The thick furred medicine cat had seen what the white tom had done to Hawkcry, knew of his strengths, and seemed to hold a respect for that.

Tagged;; Snow

[~Totally Insane~]

Cobrasong / She-cat / Warrior / Asleep
The ruddy she-cat twitched slightly in her sleep, her whiskers quivering.
Dream
A noise woke Cobrasong from her sleep. She lifted her head, curious. The noise sounded again, it was a sound she had never heard before. She got up and paded outside the den. The camp looked somehow... different. She saw a small cat exiting the camp, heading into the endless desert. Unsure, Cobrasong followed. "Hey!" she called out. She followed the small cat, for what seemed like hours. Then suddenly she was standing at the edge of a hard black surface that stretched unending into the distance. She could see the small cat sitting in the middle of the acrid-smelling hard black surface. The noise sounded again, this time it didn't stop as it had done previously. It grew louder until it was an ear-splitting roar. A shape approached in the distance. As it got closer she knew no other word to describe it by than a monster. And the monster was heading straight for the cat! Going against all of her instincts, Cobrasong raced out to help the cat. She turned to see how much time she had. That was when something cold and hard hit her.
Cobrasong jolted awake. She had fallen out of her nest. She heard the roar of the monster except this time it was quiet. As she looked around fearfully she realised that it was just one of the warriors snoring. So she climbed back into her nest and went to sleep.

Shallowpaw / Tom / Apprentice / Asleep
Shallowpaw yawned. He got into his nest and curled up, giving his face a quick clean before letting sleep steal him.

Fallowpaw / She-cat / Apprentice / Asleep
The dusky apprentice's nest was as far away from the other apprentices as she could get. In it was the small she-cat, sleeping fitfully.

Plumwhisker / She-cat / Warrior / Asleep
A soft snoring filled the air as the former queen slept soundly. She was deep in sleep.

[crabodile]

cx nvm}

Monkey»

he moved his legs. In his dream, he was running after a rabbit. He was smaller that it, and he realizzed it was him as a kit. His mother purred enthusiasticly before a twoleg grabbed her. He stared in shock as she was put in a cage. He started to run but was grabbed. He gasped and lay down crying. As the truck moved, his cage fell out. The hatch broke and he watched his mother being taken away.