PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

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"Oh... thank you." Swallowpaw meowed, blinking in surprise at the tom's politeness. Swallowpaw bent down and took a, well, smaller brite then an average cats, but it was a normal one for her.

Flowertail watched as Cougar was eventually led off. Since when was he sick? We don't need others unwell, too... The she-cat closed her eyes, letting out a brief sigh. But her horrors weren't over. When Flowertail opened her blue eyes once more, Scorchstar was there. And he wasn't happy. In fact, he was furious. The toms fur was bristling, as if the tom had enough and was now directing his anger on one cat. Her. Flowertail tried her best to meet her leader with challenging eyes, and not seem cowardly. She'd been yelled at several times, especially about the affair. Her words were firm, but carefully spoken. "I was going to go out and train with Halfpaw when we heard the yowls and fighting noises. I warned my apprentice not to get too far ahead, but he didn't listen and is now paying for it." Flowertail could still see her apprentice's bloodied face. "The fight stopped soon, and I recognized that it was Flameclaw against these two. He had asked them to leave, as they had been both trespassing, but they refused and again preparing to fight. I managed to calm them down, and then they asked to join our clan right after fighting us. Believe me, I may have still brough them but I don't want them." Flowertail kept out that she wanted Cougar to stay. "Summer, the she-cat, sleeps. All. The. Time. I'm not sure how adaptable to clanlife she is. As of Cougar, he wasn't sick earlier, so I'm hoping it was something he ate. He's mute, just so you know, but his claws hurt." She winced at what he had done to her face, which would definitely have scars once healed.

Fallenpaw
He continued his grooming,looking
out the camp.Fallenpaw flicked his
tail slightly.

[* Macey *]

{That's actually exactly what he's gonna do cx}
Thorn
I silently watch the black Molly dig a small dip in the soft ground. I'm thankful for the damp earth around me to disguise my scent. I wrinkle my nose slightly, as a small breeze brings the stench of mouselike into my small den. My heart tells me to go talk to Flarepaw. But regardless my paws stay still, my eyes emotionless.

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{Disable your signature, Rukia? We just discussed this in the discussion thread, haha ;o;
Awesome, Mace, I'll write a reply shortly.. Well, not really a reply.}

[! october]

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

"Our great leader returns," Quailfeather mewed, smiling gently as the orange tom sat at her side. She looked up at the taller cat as he spoke, unable to help but be a little bit in awe at his foreign profile outlined against the colorful sky. Scorchstar was such a different cat, but a good one nonetheless.
Amber eyes glowing in the dying sunlight, she nodded at his words. "New members can be a good thing, but I know what you mean. There are kits in the nursery, now, after all. The clan is growing on its own." The molly was quiet for a few moments before she glanced back up at her leader. "Scorchstar?" She hesitated for a few heartbeats. "I'm sure you're tired, but aside from that, are you alright?"

Troutsplash ; grey-brown tabby tom ; warrior ; tagged: Dovestrike, Russetstorm, Pricklenose, Shiver

Troutsplash took a deep, calming breath as Shiver emerged from her relatively safe place. He made sure to keep his claws sheathed and his hackles down, tail moving behind his body gently like a fish in a still lake. "My name is Troutsplash. This is Dovestrike, Russetfur, and Pricklenose," he meowed, motioning to each cat in turn with his thick-furred tail. "We are cats of DesertClan; this is our clan's territory." There was no anger or threat in his voice as he spoke to the sandy molly. She was obviously already frightened enough. "Now, who are you?"

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{Disable your signature, Rukia? We just discussed this in the discussion thread, haha ;o;
Awesome, Mace, I'll write a reply shortly.. Well, not really a reply.}

//Ah,just did,was scrolling back in the
previous posts.

[* Macey *]

Dovestrike
I give a small nod as my name is said in turn. I keep my blue gaze friendly, careful to avoid any violence with the Molly. Especially since she's expecting kits. I take a small step forward. Taking a small sniff at the she-cats stomach, before I take my place back beside Troutsplash. The sandy cat would be kitting soon. And the desert wasn't the friendliest place to raise kits. The Molly seems to be of no threat, so I consider asking her to accompany us back to camp. I decided otherwise, keeping my muzzle shut as I await Troutsplash's decision. He is the leader of the patrol after all.

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{Thank you!!}

Flarepaw - Apprentice of DesertClan - She-cat - 10 moons - Tags; (OPEN!)

The black female smoothed down the scuffed-up earth and patted it into place one last time before turning away and heading back to camp. As the large-eared she-cat trotted off back home, she had the uncanny, unrealistic feeling that she was being watched. As inconspicuously as she could, Flarepaw sniffed at the air, but nothing of any importance met her waiting nostrils: dust, dust, and more dust, really. The smell of the desert.
She sneezed from inhaling some sand particles, and her emerald gaze darted about a bit, warily, cautiously, just to see if she really was being observed. When she was sure the coast was clear after glancing about and seeing nor smelling absolutely nothing unfamiliar, she shrugged her thin, muscular shoulders and continued on her way.. Though there was more urgency in the apprentice's pace.

Scorchstar - Leader of DesertClan - Tomcat - 38 moons, 8 lives left - Tags; Quailfeather

Scorchstar snorted a little, relaxing in the mottled female's presence. He honestly felt bad about not speaking to her too much.. they were close in age, and he was surprised in himself to only now be talking with the kind she-cat.. When he'd been younger, he'd been consumed with living up to Dunestar's legacy and with chasing Sandfur, so he'd had little thought in his one-track mind for friendships of all things. "I have to agree with you there.. Yes, with Dogtail's new little ones and Smallblossom's kittens soon to come, DesertClan does seem to be growing without the help of rogues."
The orange tabby grew quiet when Quailfeather did, studying the molly warily, as he didn't know what she'd say next. He saw the awe and admiration in her eyes and was very humbled by that.. but he also wanted to let her now, if wordlessly, that she could trust him. He needed to build strong bonds with his Clanmates, as he hadn't really in the past.. Scorchstar meowed, hiding his shock at her inquiry, "Well, you've guessed that much, I am pretty exhausted. But I do have a lot on my mind however.. Like what we shall do with all of these newcomers, what I will do with Snow when he's clearly a threat to us.. what I will do about choosing our deputy.. If you catch my drift."

[Dinolil1]

Gorsepaw-none-11 moons-Thornpaw-
Turning to see Thornpaw, one of her den mates. Smiling, the tabby greeted him. '' Hey thornpaw! looks like we have to survive another day with trying not to be melted!'' Gorsepaw chuckled at her own joke. It was true sometimes, since occasionally it would feel so hot that it seemed like you were going to melt like....like...'' Whats up?''

Larkpelt-None-17 moons-Open-
He took a small mouse from the preypile and ate, watching the other cats around camp with wide and alert eyes. larkpelt was a strange tom since he was alert all the time and never comfortable. Never relax. You never know. was his everyday motto. larkpelt flicked his ear and glared at the cloudless sky.

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[Olivesaurus]

Swallowpaw murmured,"Are you going to eat at all?" She's never finish the prey by herself. It just didn't work that way for her.

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{Hey Dino, please disable your signature.. We all have, and you seem to be the only one that hasn't!}