PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[yeeee.]

{Apologies for the short response. Mobile}

Snow kept still as Softberry licked at his shoulder, watching the fluffy molly work wordlessly. So the first part of her name is true - she is indeed quite soft. Like the pigeon feathers that used to coat my moss bed back home - I wonder if hawk feathers are as soft. Letting his mind wander freely now - even to the silly things - the pearl tom relaxed a bit. He was out of harm's way for now. Then, he heard Softberry mew once more. It is peculiar how you medicine cats operate. Kind yet mysterious - you are close to the leader, and even with your rigorous rules, you are more free than any of us in a way. As for your question, but of course. My previous training wasn't like yours; I have lived through many experienced, almost as if living through many lives, and have learned many skills from each experience. So, it qualifies as training I suppose - and admitting it will do myself no harm. After all, it is probably quite apparent, for any amount of survival in the wilderness must be accounted for by some knowledge. Especially since this is the desert. "Yes," Snow mewed in that honeyed tone, flickering his ears as he noted the curiosity in the mollies' voice.

Are these questions to satisfy your leader's thirst, or your own? Perhaps the next question will be where I was trained. Regardless, there is not much I can say that will detriment me currently. Regardless, he was snapped from his thoughts as Softberry announced the litter. "I'm sure the clan is very pleased," the pearl tom mewed softly, detecting the purr. Allowing that small smile to play at his lips, he let his baby blue eyes dance to the entrance of the den and focus on the sky while his whiskers twitched slightly at Softberry's words. That should prove to be enjoyable. Unlike most cats, Snow actually liked water - having grown up around it, he'd learned to fish and swim a lot better the than he had learned how to climb and hunt traditional prey. "Oh yes, numerous occasions," Snow stated in a seemingly absentminded manner while nodding to her words, letting his gaze dance back to the fluffy molly before him. Enough times to learn. Your stance has changed once more. Trying to through me off guard, or perhaps telegraphing what you truly feel? Both are actions I've experienced - regardless, you aren't prying too much, which is favorable behavior considering today. I'll finish my analysis of you later, Softberry. It should prove quite entertaining like Scorchstar's.

Lowering his head, Snow licked his pink nose, settling deeper within the moss. It crunched a little, dry from the desert heat, but it was fresh and clean. Something he hadn't experienced in a long, long time. Time for relaxation. A content sigh escaped the usually unreadable tom, and he closed his eyes. In a few moments, he was sleep - a very light sleep, notably, but still sleep.

Tagged ;; Softberry

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Scorchstar - leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 37 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; OPEN!

Suddenly overtaken by the powerful urge to sleep, Scorchstar surveyed the camp one lats time as he got to his slender feet. He saw Snow sitting just inside Softberry's den, and, thankfully, spotted Flarepaw tucking herself away into the apprentices' den.. There were still a few cats milling about, but the orange tabby ignored this, for once. I need my rest... Tomorrow will be a big day, getting rid of Snow and all.
With that, he leaped down from his perch and slipped inside the narrow crack in the desert floor.. which led to his spacious den inside. The pooped leader, sighing again and whisking his long tail, padded across the smooth, sandy tunnel floor, making his way through the darkness, and eventually found his nest in the back of the den. He settled down in the crunchy mterial that made up the nest, and curled up into a ball, placing his tail over his nose and finally, finally, closed his wide emerald eyes and..
Slept.

Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Soon Thorn!

Flarepaw slowly uncurled herself from her scratchy bed of sun-scorched desert shrubs. She glanced around nervously and quickly, observing her Clanmates sleep and hoping that they wouldn't notice her dash out of the den. When she was sure the coast was clear, and when she didn't hear anyone outside the den and that no one was awake, she slowly, cautiously, got her skinny legs beneath her and streaked out of the den.
When outside in the camp, she took no chances. Of course, some cats were nearby and were still awake - she saw Hawkcry and Batpaw talking to one another and then that white, bloody rogue just inside Softberry's den. The oriental shorthair ducked into the shadows of the brush around the camp, and speedily inched her way toward the camp entrance - for once thanking StarClan that her ebony pelt would conceal her.. though it wasn't very convenient in the heat of the day. Happily purring, she made her break for it and sped out of camp with her body low to the ground. Praying that she wasn't spotted, once she was out in the cool, breezy desert with the howls of the coyotes buzzing in her large ears, she sprinted forward. Away from the Oasis, away from her Clanmates, and away from her father's orders she went, spraying up sandy and dust and gravel in her wake as her angular, nimble legs propelled her across the flat landscape.
Flarepaw wasn't too certain were Thorn would be awaiting her.. but she headed to the Falls in hopes he'd be there. As she slowed down to a fast trot, she hissed, "Thorn? Thorn, where are you?"

Hawkcry - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 20 moons - Tags; Batpaw and Spidermask

The dark brute's ears swiveled backward at the rogue's words, and he felt Softberry's yellow gaze on him, but he stomped out the urge to retort or snap at them. Instead, he waltzed to Batpaw's side and meowed, "Will do. I'll be there."
Yes, you'll become a fine young warrior - one that'll make Waspclaw proud someday.. I'll teach you everything I know. And with my teaching and his mentoring, you'll be bound to be successful. The blind male was excited, with his fur bushes out and eyes gleeful, and Hawkcry couldn't help but be excited himself. He liked a challenge - and training Batpaw would be one, that was for sure. He purred, softly, "G'night," Before turning away with his brawny head held high, muscles rippling, and tail sweeping at the cool night air. Bye Batpaw.. Hello Spidermask! The arrogant young tomcat thought, forgetting about his anger with the white male and breaking into a run to the warriors' den - what could he say? He was a sucker for cute females..
He slowed down when he reached the den, dropping into a crouch and maneuvering his bulk through the den entrance, taking care not to step on some cat's poor paw with his own massive one. Hawkcry spotted Spidermask then, curled up in the back of the den, with, coincidentally, a nest big enough to accommodate him right beside her. Quickly, as he was all about vanity, the dark tabby rolled his shoulders and put a charming smile on his face... just in case she awoke and saw the handsome male getting ready hunker down beside her.
The tom tip-toed around the slumbering, snoring cats and made his way to the gorgeous tortie, situating himself in the nest next to Spidermask's and purposefully rustling around just to rouse her.. so that he could see those emerald eyes and hear that sweet voice of hers.

Noeyes - Elder of DesertClan - She-cat - 88 moons - Tags; Foxfoot

"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." Noeyes 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."

[deftonesly]

{Most everyone's asleep.. Maybe everyone can be oblivious to it for now and she can come back in the morning for breakfast and then be caught?}

[* Macey *]

Thorn
A purr rumbles in my throat as I hear a familiar voice. I leap from my perch, greeting the she cat with a touch to her muzzle. "I was hoping you`d come!" The purr in my throat refuses to leave, as my amber eyes examine Flarepaw. 'How did you get past your father?'

[deftonesly]

Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Thorn

Flarepaw jumped slightly when the male suddenly appeared ahead of her, and got slightly flustered at his soft, gentle touch. Struggling to hide her nervousness at being here with the older tabby, though her emerald eyes betrayed her, the oriental shorthair meowed, calmly yet perkily, "We meet again. As for my father, I didn't see him. I snuck out of camp once most every cat was asleep. I don't think anyone saw me. There's some perks to having a black pelt, y'know."

[* Macey *]

Thorn
I smile slightly. "That's very true. but I'm sure it can sometimes be difficult when hunting in this Sandy desert."
I take a small step closer to the molly, my amber eyes locked with hers. "I really am glad you came Flarepaw. I don't receive much company.'

[deftonesly]

Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Thorn

The ebony female's heart skipped a beat without her telling it to. What's the matter with me? This is a rogue, not a Clan cat! I can't act like this... I can't see him again.. we're from totally different worlds.
Flarepaw then furrowed her brow, looking away and off into the distance, at the Wastelands that seemed to stretch on for all of eternity. "I'm glad I came as well, but... Thorn, I can't keep meeting you here. Sooner or later, some cat will find out about.. whatever we are, and I can't - I won't - be seen with you, for that would mean a penalty far worse than any chore. I may very well get chased from my Clan."
She then lifted her angular, sleek head and met his earnest amber eyes with her own slightly scared, slightly nervous ones. Breathlessly, so enraptured was the young she-cat by the rogue's gaze, she murmured, "We can't destroy ourselves by meeting in secret. This is nice, seeing you, but after tonight, I don't want to ever see you again. I can't see you again. You seem so nice, and the last thing I want to do is hurt you.."

[* Macey *]

Thorn
My eyes flood with hurt. I close the gap between us so my muzzle is inches from hers. "Flarepaw, please. My paws get all tingly, and my heart speed up whenever we're together." I twine my tail tail with hers. "Don't you feel the same way?" I keep my Amber eyes locked with hers, the hurt as well as longing present in my gaze.

[deftonesly]

Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 9 moons - Tags; Thorn

She bit her lip, but instinctively arched against him at his comforting touch and the sensation of his muscular, strong figure against her much smaller one. The much younger female could see the pain and anguish in Thorn's eyes as well as the desire to, well.. to have her. No cat's ever looked at me the way he does - and I only met him today, great StarClan! What does he see in me, the cat that everyone in DesertClan finds to be a nuisance and pleasure-seeking dolt? Besides.. I've only known him since this afternoon.. why does he seem to care so much?
The ebony female found herself going silent, unable to respond, unable to look at him, so unsure of herself was she. I'm only one apprentice. Like Scorchstar said, he's trying to use me. No one feels so strongly about one another so quickly without some sort of reason. This isn't love, or whatever he wants to call it, this is manipulation.
Withotu saying anything, and as much as it hurt her, Flarepaw lied, "No. I can't, and I probably never will. Don't turn this into some sort of romantic rendezvous, Thorn." With that, she narrowed her green eyes, inching backward slightly so that they weren't as close. "I don't want to hurt you, those aren't my intentions. But this is the last time you'll see me again. I've broken my father's trust and my Clan's trust many a time, but this is something entirely different." She sighed, flicking her ears and twitching her long whiskers, meeting his hurt gaze. "One night, and one night only. Just one."

{She says one night but the next thing you know they'll be meeting again in the future..
@Macey
I'm not one for quick romance. I want to take their relationship slow. I'm not good with Rping out romance in the first place, much less quick romance. Can we please draw this out and not have them confess their love in one day? XD}

[* Macey *]

{I know, I kinda want them to meet later on, and he acts like he hates her because she broke his heart cx and even though he wants too, he can't hurt her, and that's when she realizes he really does like her.}