YAY HERE'S MY FIRST POST FOR AGES!}
Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 10 moons - Tags; Cactusfoot, Noeyes, and Silverkit (OPEN!)
Flarepaw immediately brightened at this, raking her claws into the soft tunnel floor and whisking her tail excitedly. I can't wait to get out of here.. go to the Falls.. wash this mousbile stink from my coat... and hopefully see him. The ebony, large0eared molly purred, the noise rumbling from her thin jaws, "Thank you so much, Noeyes!" Then the female was on her feet, impossible fast for a she-cat her age, and was out of the den. The apprentice watched her leave, seeing from inside that the rain had finally ceased altogether and that the sun was going down. Even from here the oriental shorthair could see the gorgeous colors that cascaded across the sky.. hues of pale gold and yellow, bright pink, delicate orange and purple, and small hints of black.
With an appreciative bat of her emerald eyes, though she knew the Russian blue couldn't see her, she turned back to Silverkit. She briefly watched her and studied her hunting crouch, and gently laid a paw on her wagging rump with an impish grin. "I'm not sure if my father is busy or not, but I'm guessing so. He always is, y'know. As for your hunting stance, keep your tail low and haunches down - don't want the prey to spot you from coyote-lengths away, now do you?"
Lifting her paw from the tabby's backside, the black cat swiveled her head to face Cactusfoot as he drawled sleepily, "Thank you, Cactusfoot! I'll be sure to bring you an extra helping of mice tomorrow if you'd like. Try not to fall asleep just yet, though.. Spottedpaw should be back with the bedding soon, I hope."
Flarepaw ducked her angular, sleek head to the elderly brown tabby and grabbed the mouse bile again, carefully, ever so carefully, in her tiny teeth. Around the odorous heap and with her eyes and nose steaming, the ebony molly mumbled to Silverkit, "Come on then. Dogtail is probably missing you."
Hawkcry - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 21 moons - Tags; Batpaw (OPEN!)
The dark brute had to restrain himself from letting out a mild chuckle.. He had to admit, the long-legged, ebony apprentice looked rather amusing as he toppled to the ground, squeaking pitifully all the way. Hawkcry was tempted to ask, as Batpaw regained his footing and limped back to him, if he was done yet, if he was ready to yield, but the tom looked willing to try again. Not ready to give up, eh? Feisty, hard-headed, and a stubborn one.. All good traits for what is to come.
He also seems to be rather beat-up and exhausted.. all because I keep knocking him down. Poor Batpaw has to learn how vulnerable he really is to having a cat shunt him over - he has going hearing, but it isn't enough to save him with every fight. He's rather easy to trip with those long legs of his, but enough with making him fall and feel miserable for now.
Hawkcry dove forward then, stopping before the turqoise-eyed male and rearing up on his hind legs. Still balancing himself above Batpaw, he meowed, "Let's try something standing up. As you probably know, this move is for cats with strong legs, and you have them. Rear up, then."
Noeyes - Elder of DesertClan - She-cat - 89 moons - Tags; OPEN!
Noeyes flicked her tail with mild contempt at Cactusfoot's calling, though she chuckled around the spindly hare bones that she held firmly in her mouth. Once outside and into the for-once, inviting coolness of the Oasis camp, the light drizzle of rain seemed to stop. The Russian blue sighed happily - rain, even though it hardly ever happened, made her bones ache and made her feel drowsy.. It was a love-hate relationship that the elderly molly had with rain.
Nosey stopped, pricking her rather small ears to hear what was going on.. There seemed to be a rogue, more than one, actually, about, which made her blue fur prickle slightly. The former medicine cat had never taken kindly to rogues, and didn't like it when their rank odor disturbed the comforting smell of her Clanmates. She couldn't hear or smell much else - the DesertClan felines were chatting softly, eating, and going out on patrols by this time of day, most likely, anyhow. Snorting and crinkling her nose against the outsider scent, Noeyes shuffled slowly across the damp, formerly-dusty desert floor, knowing by now where the camp entrance was. She squeezed her bony figure through the intertwined, thick clumps of dead underbrush, the spiky branches from the vegetation scraping and clawing at her pelt. Hissing and nearly dropping her bundle, Noeyes burst out of the entrance after a few moments of struggle and continued to walk forward, into the Wastelands, once she was free.
The DesertClan cats didn't have a designated place to bury their food or waste, so the blue she-cat padded forward for what felt like a while before stooping down and dropping what was left of her meal beside her. She began to slowly claw at the damp earth beneath her, and thankfully, the job was easier due to the floor being so soft.
{Anyone open for Noeyes? Also, Scorchstar's response may be missing a few things.. A lot seems to have happened, and I may accidentally skip over small details. I hope this isn't of any major importance, but I shall try my best!}
Scorchstar - Leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 38 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; Quailfeather, Flowertail, Cougar, Flameclaw, Halfpaw, and Summer (OPEN!)
Scorchstar lifted his softly dripping muzzle, smiling faintly as the mottled female known as Quailfeather sidled up to him. He met her gaze with his own wide, emerald eyes and lifted a paw to wipe at his sopping whiskers before responding, "Indeed.. It does seem I can never catch a break, can I? With all of these rogue shenanigans, I wonder if any of us will ever be at complete peace again. Everything was going so smoothly before all of these outsiders suddenly rolled up.." He stepped away from the lake, wanting to continue onward with his little tirade, as the baby knew he could trust the molly with his worries.
But suddenly the oriental shorthair was, yet again, yanked away from his conversation and his socializing when the rank scent of rogue and... blood wafted towards him. He whipped his skinny, thinly-furred head up, his eyes quickly losing their amusement and easygoingness and turning cold and stoic. "Again?" The orange tabby grumbled, half to himself, "How many times must I go through with this process, huh, StarClan?"
He gently whisked his tail along Qualfeather's flank, signaling that their talk had to be put off, and then bounded over to Flowertail, the molly who was leading the patrol. He locked eyes with the bleeding and scratched molly, staring with his narrowed eyes at the claw marks on her face. Who had done this to one of his finest warriors? Though Scorchstar certainly didn't show it, his bones suddenly ached with unease.. yet another Hawkcry and Snow incident already, nada it had hardly been a day!
He meowed, lashing his tail once, twice, three times, "What do you have to report, Flowertail? Another rogue by the looks of things.." He trailed off, watched the scene before him.
He saw the young apprentice, Halfpaw, stumble and limp off toward the medicine cat den, one of his green eyes swollen shut and his pelt rumpled and just as bloody as Flowertail's. The lanky, long-legged leader observed him call out to Softberry, and watched him begin to treat his wounds, then send the black tom on his way.. The tabby then swiveled his head about to see their newest visitors. There was a long-furred, collared female that was dozing a few paces away - the molly was at ease, even while she was in the pretense of the great leader. At this, Scorchstar growled lowly - even rogues should have more dignity than the she-cat! Sleeping in cameo without a care in the world? Typical of a rogue.. well, a former kittypet by the looks of her!
He kept his head on a swivel still, glancing around the sleeping she-cat to see a skinny, dapped black, gray, and white brute vomiting by the camp entrance. Scorchstar's rumbling growl grew louder and louder, and the nape of his neck bushed up without him telling it to. First a dozing molly and now a sick cat? The last thing we need now is foreign diseases infiltrating our lands! He continued to watch, seeing Softberry pad over to the male and lead him off, and then, at last, after seeing who Flowertail had brought him, directed his attention to her once more, still looking furious and ferocious and twice his size due to his fluffed-up pelt. "Flowertail.. Who are these cats you've brought me and why is one of them choosing this time to sleep and another is... getting sick of all things in our camp?"
Jackalhowl - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 35 moons - Tags; Whisperingnight (OPEN!)
Jackalhowl nodded his massive, slightly-dripping head slowly, seeing reason in the molly's words and choosing to believe them. [b]Could Grasstooth really return? After all of these moons and all of the seasons that have come and gone.. Could my long lost brother really return to his rightful home, his family? Would he be hateful and seeking revenge on me for nearly killing him, if he even survived? [/b]The homosexual tomcat shook his head a bit to clear his thoughts and respond to Whisperingnight, his yellow-green eyes still betraying his hope, "O-okay! I hope you're right.."
Then the black and gray she-cat was off, with a polite excuse and duck of her sleek head. Almost the instant she left, the rain began to stop, and the pale gray clouds began to roll away. It was almost as if StarClan was smiling down on Whisperingnight's words.. Almost as if it was a sign for Jackalhowl.. But the main coon took no notice of the possible signs that the lack of rain and visible sky portrayed for him, instead focusing with glee on the change of weather. He quickly poked his head out of the cover of his bush, unfolding his long, muscular, tabby legs and getting into a crouch with a grunt. Groaning as he stretched his cramped and curled up legs and flexed his rippling shoulders, Jackalhowl slid out of his hiding spot. It was very welcoming.. just to feel the cool, desert breeze of sundown billowing through his poof layer of fur and gently play with the fur at the tips of his oversized ears. Though he winced at the soggy, wet earth that squelched a bit beneath his massive feet, the lonely tomcat was happy nonetheless, that the rain had finally dispersed and let him emerge from his hideaway.
