PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[* Macey *]

Mossleap
I continue to pad behind Snow. "I can handle myself thanks. And I'll see to it that your off of our territory." I hiss. I have noticed the darkening horizon, but I refuse to let the slightest hint of doubt seep into my gaze. My tail remains vertical behind me as we head deeper into the desert.

(Maybe Snow could take shelter in an abandoned Den by the Falls? That's where Thorn lives.)

[CoolComrade]

"You're the foxheart here!" Crowpaw yowled after Spottedpaw. She forced her fur to lay flat before settling down next to Tinypaw. "It's alright," she mewed softly. "You did nothing wrong." She glared at the entrance of the medicine cat den as if Spottedpaw still remained there. The black molly licked Tinypaw's ear and proceeded to smooth his ruffled fur with her tail. "Everything's okay now."

[toxic emotions]

cloudedstorm ; spotted grey and white she-cat ; warrior ; location: out of camp ; tagged: waspclaw

Cloudedstorm thought over her words carefully and replied to the tom as she fell in step with him, "Even though it's probably not the smartest or safest of decisions, I think it's very kind of Scorchstar to let them into the clan. However, im afraid that any of them could have allies out somewhere away from our camp, waiting to place an attack on us. I definitely wouldn't want any of us hurt, myself included. But if Scorchstar thinks that bringing in these rogues and loners are okay, then I guess I'll support him." Her eyes rounded with concern and worry as she thought more of what she was saying, and fluffed out her pelt slightly fearful.

[CoolComrade]

Jaycloud relaxed peacefully in the center of camp, watching the sky turn beautiful colors. (Open~)

[canadianhowl]

T i n y p a w ............● tagged- crowpaw
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● gender- male
● rank- med cat app
● mood- mixed
● crush- w.h.h
● mate- none
● hunger- 84
● health- 100
● voice- XXXX

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"Spottedpaw.... Why are you so mean to me? I'm just doing what a medicine cat is supposed to do.... Comfort their patients. I didn't really mean to cuddle Crowpaw. She just felt so motherly to me and because of my stupid instincts I became a kit and snuggled in her warmth. You know that I never had a mother to truly take care of me because she abandoned me because I was a scrawny piece of fur. All you know is that I want to feel accepted and right now.... Y-you're not helping." He screamed out at Spottedpaw before standing up and padding further into the medicine cats den. "Please, both of you leave and leave me alone. I like being alone anyways...." He then meowed calmly still crying a bit as he faced his backs to the she cats.

[deftonesly]

J A C K A L H O W L
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➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old ➹ Tags; Cactusfoot and Larkpelt ➷
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The quiet, shy individual watched the affair between the elder and the younger warrior, his tail whisking at the cool air and his long, curly whiskers twitching. Arguing or engaging in such a way with Cactusfoot was pointless... the cunning, grumpy tabby always won, but apparently poor Larkpelt didn't realize such. He nodded his fluffy, bulky head as the brown and white male agreed with him on how the Clan would survive even through harsh times, and felt like an elder when he murmured, "Well, I've got to give it to Cactusfoot, he has a point. If we are consumed with worrying about what happens now, we'll be too lost in our worries to enjoy life itself and the youth we have."
Since when did I become so wise? Ah, well, I guess it's because Larkpelt is so intent on being gloomy. I may he awfully secluded and not too willing to interact with other felines, but that doesn't mean I'm remorseful.. Jackalhowl mused.

S C O R C H S T A R
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➹ Scorchstar ➷ Tomcat ➹ Leader of DesertClan ➷ 39 moons old - eight lives left ➹ Tags; Quailfeather ➷
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Scorchstar allowed himself another wry chuckle at her cactus comment, happy that he could trust the molly and happy that he could confide in hr without having to worry about her judging him and his decisions.. It felt rather nice to have formed the beginnings of a friendship with Quailfeather, and the orange tabby only hoped this relationship would last. Most cats didn't stay close to him for long, and the stoic, tall leader only hoped that the mottled female would prove that theory wrong in the long run.
He listened to her speak, nodding his skinny head and still laughing softly, especially when she mentioned his rumbling purr. Sandfur had said the same, once upon a time.. Scorchstar subtly shook his head as he dwelled on his deceased partner, wondering why he'd put Quailfeather in the queen's place. He didn't need to think on Sandfur - it was... too painful.
What he had with Quailfeather, or what he would have, was precious, but he knew he'd never learn to love another like he'd loved Sandfur again.. Still, it was nice to have the she-cat's comfort, he couldn't deny that.
Now that he'd made a connection between the she-cats, Scorchstar grew a little uncomfortable, afraid that, if he opened his jaws, he'd say something starkly offensive and drive Quailfeather off.. The last thing he wanted was to bring up Sandfur before the silver and white tabby, now that would be awkward and could easily become a tricky scenario. Not knowing what else to do, he lapsed into silence, and so did Quailfeather, both cats lost in their thoughts as they studied the bleeding sky.

H A W K C R Y
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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 22 moons old ➹ Tags; Batpaw ➷
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The dark tabby curled his lips scornfully, feeling a sense of delicious delight and egotistical pride as he watched Batpaw go down. You tried to get cocky and look where you ended up.. Right beneath my paws. But just as Hawkcry was ready to lunge for the wheezing, squeaking cat, he felt a pressure on the end of his tail. Stunned, the bulky, brawny cat fell back, accidentally and unintentionally squashing the black, blind apprentice in the process. Too shocked to apologize for practically sitting atop Batpaw's slender head, he gathered his bearings and turned the awkward situation into a scuffle.. Besides, Hawkcry already had the upper paw, he was sure to win with Batpaw's breath knocked clean out of him both from Hawkcry sitting on him and from the warrior slamming into his belly.
Letting out a ferocious snarl, the pale blue-eyed warrior snapped, "Let go of my tail!" And, with a loud, echoing battle cry, he made a counterattack. Though his long tail was still clutched in the black cat's teeth, the younger cat quickly released him when they began to scuffle more violently. In seconds the pair were locked into a fearsome tussle - they were merely an intense blur of ebony and tabby fur, rolling about the clearing.

F L A R E P A W
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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹ Tags; Halfpaw ➷
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"Cougar?" Flarepaw pricked her namesake ears, now intrigued though still wary in the emotional, unstable apprentice's pretense. Halfpaw looked ready to snap, so the black molly kept her distance, though she did settle down on her angular haunches to inquire more. Now seated beside the half-eyed tom, she added, still curious, "Never heard of a cat with the name Cougar before... Must've been a passing rouge, eh, then?" At his comment on how terribly ugly he was and how forsaken he was to look at, the thin, slightly short molly narrowed her emerald eyes with annoyance and rolled them. Flarepaw hissed, spitefully, "Are you serious, Halfpaw? Ugly? No chance of love? I say who gives a coyote's tail about this whole love thing.. Why in the world does that even matter to you? Here you are, with only one eye and low self-esteem, and all you can think about is whether or not you're desirable in a female's eyes.." She wrinkled her slender muzzle, completely put off by the black cat's ludicrousness now. "That's pretty pathetic, even for you, Halfpaw."

N O E Y E S
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➹ Noeyes ➷ She-cat ➹ Elder of DesertClan ➷ 90 moons old ➹ Tags; Sandystrike and Rattlestorm ➷
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Noeyes lifted her scraggily-furred, ancient head from the Oasis lake's waters, her ears flicking back as she heard a pair of cats arguing rather raucously by the camp entrance, just behind her. The elder turned her head slowly to face the commotion, and was alarmed to discover that the felines fighting were Rattlestorm and Sandystrike.. The reason for her surprise and concern was simply because the two hardly ever fought.. but then again, Noeyes didn't know the full story on their predicament yet.
Turning fully and padding over to the young cats, Noeyes rasped, a little curtly, "What seems to be the problem, here, you two?" Once in earshot of them.

[ruui]

Fallenpaw
He fell asleep,his tail slightly
laid on Swallowpaw.

Amberpaw
"Oh,uh.."She looked around.
"Do you w-wanna share prey?"She asked
quietly.It was more of a snack until
she tries to fall back asleep.

//Repost for Firepaw.

[CoolComrade]

"Tinypaw," Crowpaw whispered. She stood up, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry." The black apprentice padded softly out of the den, following Spottedpaw's scent. She found the other apprentice in a dead bush. "I hope you're happy," she hissed, her vision blurring from the wetness in her eyes. She stormed off to the apprentice den and curled up unhappily in her bed, tears now streaming down her cheeks. All of a sudden, she realized that she had forgotten the poppy seeds in the medicine cat den. Stupid furball! she thought to herself. Everything was going fine and then it hadn't. What had she done wrong? After a while of tossing and turning, she stood up and padded over to the medicine cat den. She entered and looked around for the poppy seeds, but couldn't find them. She sat down next to Tinypaw. "I, um, need some poppy seeds," she mewed.

[Olivesaurus]

Waspclaw gently touched his nose to the she-cat's ear, which was a rare gesture from him. "Don't worry. We've got plenty of cats to watch these cats, and eyes everywhere. They wouldb't dare touch you."

Swallowpaw curled up in a ball. In a moment she was softly snoring, asleep.

[toxic emotions]

cloudedstorm ; spotted grey and white she-cat ; warrior ; location: out of camp ; tagged: waspclaw

Nodding, the molly adverted her eyes to her paws, pelt burning timidly, "I hope so. Im not really a fighter anyways." Cloudedstorm chuckled nervously, leading the way out of camp and headed out across the dry stretch of land. Her strides were short as she lifted her head in the air to scent for prey.