PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[Oliverstorm]

Softberry's ears pricked in her sleep when she heard sounds of the morning coming. Her head lifted sleepily, she'd hardly gotten any shut eye recently. Getting to her paws heavily, the thick furred molly's jaws stretched open into a large yawn. She did a quick head count of everyone in the den and nodded to herself. Dogtail, her four kits, Snow, Hawkcry, Snow, and her two apprentices. Today the queen and her young ones would move to the nursery. Deciding that she could leave the den for a bit, Softberry padded quietly past all the sleeping cats and to the oasis. Her throat was burning for a drink and she crouched down at the water, lapping quietly with her ears angled backwards to hear any cat coming up behind her. No dream had come in her sleep - it had been as empty as all the other nights. Slightly frustrated, the tabby she-cat sat up and gazed around. This early, no one was usually up and about.

Tagged; Open

[deftonesly]

{Hawkcry actually went to sleep beside Spidermask, his future gf haha, in the warriors' den!}

[* Macey *]

{aww cx there's so much love in the clan <3 question, how long do u wanna wait until or two lovebird meet again?}

[~Totally Insane~]

(@jolly roses, i don't want to seem like I'm making a whole new prophecy. Its just that Cobrasong's future and past has a lot to do with a road- her mother was killed by a car)

Cobrasong / She-cat / Warrior / Visiting Scorchstar
Cobrasong woke as the dawn light filtered into the den. She remembered her dream and got quickly to her paws. Without grooming she padded up to find Scorchstar's den. "Scorchstar?" she called softly. This hard black surface had her attention now, and she was intent on finding it.

Plumwhisker / She-cat / Warrior / Terrorizing her kits
The former queen was already awake. She'd just groomed and was about to head out on a hunt. She noticed that her son and daughter weren't up already, so she took the opportunity. Whiskers quivering and tail lashing, Plumwhisker stalked into the apprentice's den. She cuffed Shallowpaw over the ear to wake him up. "Get up! Lazy furball!"

Shallowpaw / Tom / Apprentice / Arguing with Plumwhisker
Used to his mother's torment, Shallowpaw hissed. The tom was cold and nasty like his mother. He stretched out a back paw to 'accidentally' trip her as she was heading to badger Fallowpaw. "Leave her alone!" he snarled. Shallowpaw might be, well, shallow but he would protect his sister at any cost.

Plumwhisker / She-cat / Warrior / Waiting for her kits
"Fine!" she snapped. "But if you ever talk to me like that again, you won't have a tongue to talk with!" Though her threats were hollow, they were enough to scare the average cat. She stormed out of the den to wait in camp for her unwanted kits to join her. She had never wanted kits. She herself had been a mistake according to her parents, the seasons of neglect had turned into a nasty cat.

[canadianhowl]

Lovino fully awoke from his underground den as some sunlight creeped down it. The male gave a yawn before he crawled out and looked around. Getting an idea he raced to the clan territory hoping he could spot Softberry again for he had a liking on the she cat. Lovino didn't know why nor did he ever fall in love this quickly. It must be her good nature and awesome spider fighting skills that got the male into the she cat.

[! october]

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

Quailfeather woke as warriors began to slowly rise and filter out of the den. It can't be morning! She groaned and shoved her nose further under her tail, squinting her amber eyes shut against the sunlight streaming through the entrance. See, this is what happens when you stay up half the night, mouse-brain. No, the tabby and white warrior was definitely not in any mood to be an early riser today.

Troutsplash ; grey-brown tabby tom ; deputy ; tagged: Scorchstar, Mossleap, Cobrasong

With a yawn and a stretch, Troutsplash rose from his nest, purring softly as the tension left in his muscles from being curled up all night ebbed away. He emerged from the warriors' den, shoulders rolling under his thick grey-brown pelt, and he smiled as weak sunlight filtered by clouds touched his fur. The tom loved the cooler, cloudy weather that reached the desert sometimes. It reminded him of his home. Eager to talk to Scorchstar and get started on the day, Troutsplash began to pad towards his fiery leader's den. Oddly, two of his clanmates were already there. "It seems our leader is popular this morning," he greeted the she-cats, flicking an ear in bemusement.

[deftonesly]

{@Macey Patience, my dear friend, patience. Eventually!}

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

Flarepaw rolled over in her nest as she heard some cat - she thought it to be Halfpaw - let out a little yip. She pawed at her angular, skinny face and at her massive ears, curling back up into a ball with a soft, annoyed growl at both the black tom and the dawn light that was streaking into the den. Morning so soon? Feels like only a few heartbeats since I came into camp after... Oh.
The ebony female winced inwardly, thinking of how Thorn's handsome face had lit up and his amber eyes had glowed when he'd seen her. I can't believe I pushed him away like that. Now he's gone, and it's all my fault.. Every cat that gets close to me seems to get hurt somehow.. The young molly thought sullenly, still bunched up tightly into her nest as she mulled over what had happened last night.
When she heard Plumwhisker stomp into the den and begin to rouse her son and daughter, Shallowpaw and Fallenpaw, the ebony female's tail lashed warningly at them and she raised her paws to cover her oversized ears.


Scorchstar - leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 37 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; Mossleap, Cobrasong, and Troutsplash

Scorchstar had just completed his morning stretch routine when he padded out of his den. The air felt particularly pleasant this morning.. with some clouds actually blotting out the sun slightly and a crisp breeze about. It ruffled the orange tabby's thin fur and he sighed, breathing it in as he watched his Clanmates emerge from their dens and wander about, ready to start their days. We need a deputy.. It's high time I picked one.. And I know just the cat. At moonrise tonight, DesertClan will finally have their second in command.
The long-legged, stern male sat down and started to groom his crazy whiskers, but gt distracted from his preening when Mossleap approached him. He mewed, politely, "Good morning, Mossleap." He hesitated slightly when she mentioned Snow, tensing, but waved a paw to seem nonchalant and continued, "I thought I should give him a chance, but after speaking with him, I know that he's too dangerous to harbor here. I too don't trust him.. and, speaking of Snow.. Do me a favor and go rouse him? It's time we sent him on his way and escort him off of our lands."
With a little nod to the grey tabby, and to Troutsplash, he swiveled his sleek head around to face Cobrasong, and offered her a polite greeting as she padded up to him, "Good morning to you too, Cobrasong. Anything I can do for you?"



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

Hawkcry had recently woken up, and after completing his morning routine of smoothing down his fur, flexing his muscles, and stretching rather elegantly for a cat his size, he gazed down at the tortoiseshell beside him. Unfortunately, his plan to wake her hadn't been successful - she must've been tired.. for she'd made not a peep. Now the dark brute watched her, somewhat obsessively, as she slept with her mottled flanks and chest rising and falling and her ears flicking in her sleep.. The young warrior then shook his head, remembering how he had promised to train Batpaw.
"I'd best be on my way.. I'll be back again, tonight, sweet thing," Hawkcry muttered, half to himself, half to Spidermask, as he strode put of the massive warriors' den and toward the Oasis lake. He studied the desert sky with his pale blue eyes, though it hurt his chest wounds and made the plaster of herbs across his body crackle, and saw that it was partially cloudy this morning. He also saw that he'd ocher up early, that it was dawn, when he mostly slept in until sunhigh of all times. The dark tabby selected a hare from the fresh-kill pile as he passed it, and settle down beside the lake to eat it.. The poor tomcat hadn't even gotten a meal yesterday, but had provided for the Clan by both hunting for them and by challenging that rogue, so he figured her was safe to eat.



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

Noeyes awoke, as per usual, with her stomach grumbling. The patchy-furred Russian blue mewled, prodding Foxfoot, who slept, snoring, beside her with a long paw. She rasped around a massive yawn, "Hey, sleepy-head. Do my bidding and go fetch me a morning snack would you?"

[Olivesaurus]

(All of my cats are open!)

[deftonesly]

{Can someone please notice a missing rat from the fresh-kill pile for me? x3 My cats are being lazy and so am I.. sorry, I forgot about that!}

[* Macey *]

Dovestrike(Tags;Open)
I awake to the absence of a warm pelt beside me. Troutsplaah must've already left. I stand in my nest, giving my pelt a small shake to free it from the remains of bedding. I emerged from the den, sporting Troutsplash by Scorchstar. I ponder weather to join him, but decide otherwise. Knowing our leader might be slightly over whelmed with 4 cats surrounding him. Instead, I trot into the sunlight, and start grooming my long fur. My stomach grows. I trot over to the freshkill pile, examining it carefully. I choose a mouse. I cock my head slightly. What has happened to the plump rat that sat there yesterday?

Mossleap(Tags;Snow)
I nod slightly at Scorchstars request. I turn and start trotting towards the medicine cat den. I enter, quickly spotting Snow in one of the many nests. I prod the Tom with a paw. "Ok Snow. I think you departure from our territory is long overdue."