PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[* Macey *]

Thorn
I trot threw DesertClan territory, my tail drooping behind me. She never wants to see me again... What have I done?" I silently pad on the hot sand, heading for no where in particular. My fur is plastered to my flank. I'd rolled in the stream, in an attempt to get Flarepaws scent off of me. I'd succeeded, but her scent refuses to leave my mind. I hiss under my breath. She hates you! You should hate her too!...... But I don't.

[crabodile]

Monkey»

he went to the fresh kill pile. "Hi Dovestrike! What is wrong?" he asked. The tom sat down. "Did something happen?" he asked as he sniffed the fresh kill. He stood up and looked at Dovestrike. Licking his paw he smiled.

[yeeee.]

Batpaw blinked open his turquoise eyes. For a moment he just laid there, letting the unfamiliar coolness wash over his pelt. It won't last. This is the desert... but still, it's nice to have change for once. The apprentice was tempted to roll back over and snooze a bit longer. Shifting, he winced slightly as his head brushed the dusty floor. Clawing some moss beneath the sore spot he'd earned earlier, Batpaw began to settle down once more, until it hit him. Today was the day. He was sixteen moons of age; either his orientation was today, or tomorrow. I must get up and train with Hawkcry- training is the agenda for today. No hunting - I don't want to get in trouble and have my ceremony pushed back. Just focus on the basics. Strategy, form, Shooting upright so fast that his bed flew, the tall ebony tom hastily began to groom bits of moss from his thick pelt. Then, he stretched, and emerged from the den. Namesake ears erect, he detected minimal movement; hardly anyone was awake. Even the leader was slumbering late. Those rogues must've done a number on his energy. Well, Hawkcry had better be here on time. Slacking before my orientation will not be tolerated nor forgiven easily, even if he is one of the best fighters we have. Padding through the camp and leaping upon the rocks, Batpaw padded to their designated meeting place before hesitating. Softberry was awake, and sounded quite frustrated this morning. Bending over and taking a long drink, the petite ebony tom hesitated before speaking. "Some ailing you, Softberry?" he mewed in his quiet, soft voice, angling his filmy turquoise eyes in Softberry's general direction. Softberry frustrated? Perhaps the rogues did something that needs to be acknowledged...

Tagged ;; Softberry

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Spottedpaw released a soft moan. It was too early to get up. Way to early for the sun to already be peeking over the horizon. Shifting around on her moss a bit more, the golden molly let out a content sigh as she found the softest part of the moss. Snuggling in deeper, she let her golden eyes slide shut. Forcing herself to ignore the drama, she waited until the pawsteps faded away. But, it was too late to pretend. She was awake. "Mousedung," the molly hissed, being way too loud considering the time it was. Standing up, she gave a low growl, ignoring the moss sticking waywardly from her pelt. Then, she remembered what was said yesterday, and sighed. "Flarepaw, you want to go take care of the elders' den now?" Spottedpaw mewed, noting Flarepaw covering her large ears. We aren't going to have fun in a long while, but I'll still help with the den.

Tagged ;; Flarepaw

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Snow, admittedly, was not in the best of moods. No, far from it. Yesterday, he had been feeling somewhat into it. Somewhat alive. But after last night, which had been nothing more than nightmares of the past, he was feeling off. Not himself. But, feeling a paw upon his side, the one that he had landed on after the duel with Hawkcry, he blinked open his baby blue eyes rather so than ignoring the unfortunate soul that had come to rouse him. Like all creatures, Snow was not quite himself when he awoke. And he had very much heard Mossleap's words. But, the morning sludge combined with the fact he had trekked not hours - days to get here, having dealt with way to much of this before, and denial made his maw move. "I beg your pardon; didn't quite catch that," the petite pearl tom said in that honeyed voice, a long yawn escaping him as his bones felt heavier. He sensed that it was cooler than usual, and that many a soul had rouse - including Softberry - but it didn't really fathom.

But, that would unfortunately only last a few more precious seconds.

Tagged ;; Mossleap

[* Macey *]

Dovestrike
I smile as the small cat approaches. "I'm not really sure. But I am sure that yesterday their was a plump rat on this pile, and now it's gone!

[crabodile]

Monkey»

He sighed. "I did too. Although, I thought I was going crazy!" he answered, shaking his head. "Eh. Maybe somecat stole it?" he asked and sniffed the spot. "Apprentice? No wait that could be from today..." he said frustratedly.

[* Macey *]

Mossleap
I take a seat next to the rouge, my patience slipping away by the second. "I'm quite certain you heard me rouge. You may be injured, but your not deaf." I lick my forepaw, quickly swiping it over my ears as I wait. My confidence around the larger cat refuses to fade.

[deftonesly]

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

Flarepaw slowly turned her head to face Spottedpaw, who had lazily spoken over the terror known as Plumwhisker. The ebony female then got to her feet, hesitantly letting her paw drop, and shook out her thin, glossy coat as she meowed, "I nearly forgot that I had elder duty.. Thanks for reminding me." She then arched her back in a pleasant stretch, groaning slightly as her muscles popped and cracked and smacked her lips, trotting out of the tunnel-den with the hazel-eyed molly at her side. "Come on. Let's get some prey for Noeyes.. You know how mad she gets when she doesn't have a meal awaiting her. And while we're at it, let's get some for Foxfoot, too."


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

Scorchstar nodded his angular, thin head and flicked his oversized ears, turning back to Cobrasong with his emerald eyes inquisitive. The great, stoic tomcat mewed, "Now, what is it that you wanted to talk about with me, Cobrasong?" He glanced at Troutsplash, who, unbeknownst to the young tom, would become DesertClan's deputy tonight, and added, "I'll address you next."


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

Hawkcry glanced up from his partially-eaten hare when he saw Batpaw slide out of the apprentices' den and cast his head about. He picked up his meal and padded towards him, setting down the hare nearby and continuing to eat but not meowing a word, as the young tom was speaking with Softberry. The dark warrior could wait for the lanky black tom's attention, anyway.

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?"

[! october]

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

Troutsplash dipped his head respectfully to his leader. "I'll be back shortly, then. It sounds like Dovestrike and Monkey are concerned about something; I'd like to make sure everything is alright," he said, gesturing with his tail towards the fresh-kill pile where his two clanmates appeared to be worrying. Wanting to give Scorchstar and Cobrasong space to discuss what they needed to, he nodded to them and then turned, padding towards where Dovestrike and Monkey were sitting. It looks like something is wrong. What could be? A bad piece of prey? The brown-grey tom moved to stand beside Monkey, and reached out to gently poke at the young cat's shoulder with a large paw. "What's the matter? Is this one causing problems?" he asked Dovestrike, humor obvious in his voice. Hopefully its nothing. There's more than enough going on in this clan right now!

[crabodile]

Monkey»

"Hey!" The tom meowed and sat down. "No, we are concerned that there was a rat right here yesterday. I think someone stole it!" he answered and sniffed the spot. "All I smell is apprentice den smell, but that coukd be from yesterday..." he said.

[* Macey *]

Dovestrike
A purr rumbles in my throat as the handsome Tom approaches, but I quickly snap back into reality at his question. "Well, last night I could have sworn there was a rat here. But I woke up and it was gone!" I'm still slightly confused. I was sure I was one of the first cats up, and no one had gotten any prey. I take a large wiff on around me the freshkill pile. "Is that rouge I smell?!"