PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[CoolComrade]

(Repost for Lizardfang and Crowpaw please?)

[crabodile]

Summer»

The she-cat shifted uncomfertably. 'Too many cats... One wrong move and...' she thought wincing. She looked around sadly and lay her head in her paws. 'I don't like this place...' she thought and listened to all the cats quietly.

Halfpaw»

The small apprentice looked at his reflection. He sniffed and slapped the water. He realized he couldn't talk. 'All because of that loner I can't talk and only have one eye!' he thought and wiped away tears. The falls rushed by and he watched the water.

{Yeah, @skulls, Halfpaw only has one eye and can't talk at all now.}

[deftonesly]

Hawkcry - Warrior of DesertClan - Tomcat - 21 moons - Tags; Batpaw

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.

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. 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? 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.

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 to the nearby Falls to cleanse herself. As the large-eared she-cat trotted off to the rocky passageway that led down the gorge, 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."


{Reposting because I don't want this to get lost... Also, Flarepaw, Noeyes, and Jackalhowl are open for interaction! ^^}

[ShadowBoi]

Flowertail dipped her head. She knew that if moons ago this would've happened things would've worked out for her. "Thank you, Scorchstar. I'll get Summer, now." She turned towards where she had last spotted the stranger before padding away, long tail swishing behind her. Flowertail m's eyes locked on Summer, who was dozing. "Summer, wake up." The long furred Siberian cat meowed, prodding the she-cat.

[deftonesly]

{Huh? Who's the repost for..? XD}

[yeeee.]

Snow shrugged, but didn't protest - after all, Mossleap was angry that fast. You gazed at him fondly as if he were perfect earlier. Besides, your saying I must've said something - perhaps it wasn't what what I said, perhaps it's what I didn't say. Besides, why so angry? You insinuated he was perfect without even realizing it... but ah well. The pearl tom chuckled softly. "Actions speak louder than words, dear." Turning his baby blue gaze towards the sky, he let it slide, before sighing softly. "Soon, Mossleap." Soon. It was official. The older tom wasn't sure why, but he still - in spite of the actions earlier - wanted to sit right there, even as the hues of the sky changed. The sooner he left, the better for the clan's mental sanity. But himself? Sanity was simply a figurative term.

Tagged ;; Mossleap

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Although Batpaw couldn't leave, he had this strange gut-feeling that told him Hawkcry was pleased and amused. At his expense. The ebony tom mostly assumed, but a few things also confirmed it - the silence, and no counterattack. The pain, coupled with the humiliation made his long claws sink deep into the earth, and his legs tremble. But no words. The ebony tom was much too sore, and part of him kept repeating Don't get distracted. But that was near impossible. So, he just kept his maw shut, even as his whiskers twitched, his claws flexed, and his legs trembled some more. Inhaling deeply, Batpaw forced his ears forward, listening to Hawkcry's words.

The best revenge is to defeat him later, once you've learned what you need to learn, he repeated in his mind, over and over 'till he finally got the strength to rear up. Batpaw, sheathing his claws once more, gripped Hawkcry's shoulders, subconsciously stiffening - he hated closeness and physical contact - not to mention it was.. odd to be so close to another living creature and just.. be there. Batpaw noted how wide Hawkcry's shoulders were, and made an inward note to himself. Next time you try and kick him, aim higher.

Tagged ;; Hawkcry

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{Lazy post, sorry ;v; Spottedpaw and Mistcloud are open - Spottedpaw is near the falls, Mistcloud fell near the prey pile.}

[ruui]

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.

Fallenpaw
"Until you're full,then possibly."He responded
with a twitch.

[SecondUNIT]

((WOW WRITERS BLOCK A+ ME))

Shiver|46 moons|♀|Pregnant|Troutsplash, Dovestrike, Russetstorm, Pricklenose
Shiver's ears pricked up, recognizing the name. These were the clan cats that she was searching for.

She straightened up, allowing her fur to flatten, "I am Shiver. I apologize for encroaching on your territory, but I have been seeking you out for quite some time."

[WildlingQueen]

(reposts for Venom & Dustspeck.. Luckily I remember Cougers response lol)

Thistle purred as she stared up at Couger "what are you going to miss most about being a loner" he asked softly, her blue eyes glistening.

[majora.]

[ i feel so bad for being inactive. schools been sucking. has anyone interacted with tall or spider? ]