PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[crabodile]

Halfpaw>>

He loooked away guiltily. "I, er... I was attacked by cougar and he bit my face and clawed it. I am fine though... Just ugly. I have no chance of love now..." he sighed and turned away. "Nocat looks me straight in the eye anymore... Well, my one eye." The tom licked his paw and dragged it over his face.

[ruui]

[[ lazy post ]]

"You're welcome. Good night to you too Crowpaw." The male replied before resting his head. When he knew that the she cat wasn't watching him Tinypaw gave a small smile at the she cat apprentice before snapping back to reality and soon fell asleep.

Firepaw had been awake for a while unable to fall back asleep. Hearing Amberpaw also awake the male perked up and glanced at the she cat. He then padded over to her and questioned, "You can't sleep either huh? Or did you just wake up?" The Scottish Fold laid down hoping not to startle the she cat. He thought they could hang out for just wonder around camp until they felt tired again. Well that's what he was thinking, Firepaw had no idea with Amberpaw.

Amberpaw
She nodded,glancing at him.The shy
she - cat looked out camp then at Firepaw.
"Y-You're Firepaw..right?"She asked.She
doesn't know much cats around camp.

[! october]

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

For a few moments, Quailfeather gazed up at the tall tom, watching the dying, colorful sunlight play over his angular features. She eventually followed his own gaze to the sky, appreciating the fading lake of hues that rivaled those of the desert's flowers. The small she-cat was unbothered by the silence between them. There was something so comforting and pleasant about the feeling of another cat's fur against her own, no words shared, but just quiet companionship and reflection. It wasn't a sensation the molly had experienced in many moons, and never by a cat that wasn't her kin. Quailfeather let out a quiet breath, internally thanking Starclan for the presence of the orange tom and for their strange, new friendship. She was brought out of her reverie by Scorchstar's quiet voice, and she turned her gaze to find wide green eyes watching her. "Honestly, Scorchstar, you could have told me that you'd chosen the cactus outside the camp's entrance as the deputy, and I'd still just be happy that you'd made up your mind," she teased, grinning up at the much taller cat. She gently poked his shoulder with her nose, hoping to express her lack of actual ill-will. "He's a great choice, though. Troutsplash has always seemed like he has a good head on his shoulders. Hopefully he'll prove to be helpful with everything that's been going on- hah!" she went on, her words suddenly interrupted by a breathy little laugh. The molly's whiskers twitched as she smiled at the tom. "I could feel you purr! It felt funny," Quailfeather explained, unable to help but break into a purr as well.
The molly's silver ears pinned back as she felt Scorchstar tense, picking up on his discomfort. Quailfeather nodded when he turned back to her. "I can't imagine a rouge being able to take Lakefur," she agreed, still a bit uneasy as she stretched her head up to look over her friend's shoulder and out towards the camp's entrance. She settled back beside him after a moment, relaxing again at the leader's strong, steady presence. Rouges made the tabby and white warrior nervous. For a cat that couldn't defend herself or fight very well, anyone that wasn't a trusted clanmate was a threat. He makes me feel safe, though. Safe and grounded in a way that she hadn't really felt before. I'm glad to call you my friend. Quailfeather knew that Troutsplash would likely be returning soon, and her time with the busy leader would come to an end. For a brief moment, she was thankful for whatever rouge had gotten the patrol tied up, permitting no one had gotten hurt. She could feel her friend's side rise and fall as he breathed and she could smell something new that she hadn't noticed before, likely his scent, and for now, those things were what the small molly wanted to focus on. She had no idea how or why they had ended up sitting in this way this evening, [and she was definitely not about to break the spell and ask] but she was so very grateful for it. She wasn't lonely, and she didn't want it to end.

[Oliverstorm]

(Softberry and Flowertail are asleep at the entrance of the medicine cat den aha)

[Dinolil1]

Larkepelt-None-17 moons-Tagged : Cactusfoot and Jackalhowl-

The brown patchy tom looked up at Jackalhowl, before gazing at the widespread sky, its vastness reaching as far as the wings of an eagle or the jaws of some mighty desert lion. Flicking his ear. '' That's true I guess...but sometimes fear can creep up to you and smother all hope. But your right. We can survive'' Larkepelt replied.

[undefined realities]

>> any reposts for willowfrost? <<

[ShadowBoi]

(hey guys. This'll be my last post on this thread. I'm quitting. I'll be killing Waterheart and the kits off.)

Waterheart)

She was about to respond when all the sudden a coyote bit down on her throat, killing her and the kits after a hard fight.

[* Macey *]

{uh wow, that was a really sudden death...)

[ShadowBoi]

(yup)

[dorayaki]

Rattlestorm
rank;; warrior -- apprentice;; none -- tags;; v
Sandystrike
rank;; warrior -- apprentice;; amberpaw -- tags;; ^
As it grew late, Rattlestorm had paid no mind to his surroundings until then. Having not noticed Aloewatcher earlier, he instead snuck back to camp.
However, the young tom didn't go unnoticed upon his return.
Sandystrike had woken, and finding Rattlestorm sneaking back to camp made the worried she-cat furious. She raced over to him and snapped, "Where have you been?! You know you aren't supposed to be out alone! What's gotten into you?!" She narrowed her eyes at him and brought a paw down over his head, though careful not to hurt him. "You had me worried sick! I'm supposed to protect you!"
Rattlestorm stared at her wide-eyed. "I...I...uh..." He was in shock that she had gotten mad at him, shuffling backwards. His paws gave out on him and he fell with an oof!, trembling under Sandystrike's angered gaze. "I'm sorry, Sandystrike..."

Pearly
rank;; loner -- --- -- tags;; open
After Softberry's nuzzle, the tom relaxed and purred softly. He rested in the nest for a while longer, wondering if he would be able to go find Scorchstar and tell him his decision.