PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

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{Okie dokie, I think claw works. And, aw, I wonder what terrible past he's got.. ;n; Also, kind of random, but I'll be bumping up Hawkcry's age and Scorchstar's ages just a tad. I'll be making Hawkcry.. Hmm.. 31 moons, and Scorchstar 42! (He's getting old, oh gosh).

[yeeee.]

{Yaay, thank you c: As for pasts, I'm evil with them, so very evil ;v; nowBatpawneedssympathy
Oh goodness, yes, Scorchstar is going to be ancient o.o}

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S C O R C H S T A R
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➹ Scorchstar ➷ Tomcat ➹ Leader of DesertClan ➷ 42 moons old - eight lives left ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake ➷ Tags; Batpaw and Hawkcry ➹
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Scorchstar's growl was still rumbling in his throat. Batpaw's violent, rouge-like curses hasn't just flown by his sensitive, massive ears, whether they were flattened or not. His emerald eyes skimmed over Hawkcry's pelt - his wounds from last night were reopened, his eyes were wild yet so unfazed by Batpaw's words, and his powerful muscles rippled beneath his dark tabby pelt. The oriental shorthair's former apprentice, the apprentice he'd once treated like his son, had turned into a monster before his very eyes!
Batpaw, on the other paw, had shrunk back as if been struck again when the much older cat mentioned his late warrior ceremony. The apprentice's lip was trembling... Though to the blind cat's credit, he didn't back down, only respond more hatefully to Hawkcry's stining, verbal abuse. Great StarClan, what have they done to one another? Great StarClan, what have they become? This isn't how we're supposed to live, clawing one another to shreds at every chance we receive! The leader's head was whirling, but his angst and confusion was concealed beneath his bared teeth, bristling pelt, and fiercely-glowing eyes.
He wedged himself further between the cats, shunted them both - well, shunting Batpaw gently, but not Hawkcry - backward and away from ripping one another's ears, afraid they'd break out in another fight. Scorchstar was doing his best to control the unbearable ire that burned in his gut and was doing his best to calm the tension that sparked between warrior and apprentice still. The long-limbed tabby could almost see the line of flame and hate that still connected the two as they glowered at one another. At the blind cat's response to the event, Scprchstar swung his head about to face him, his eyes and tone both very grave and very dark, "There was no instigation, then? You did nothing - just let yourself be pinned and be swatted at?" Something told the powerful oriental shorthair that Batpaw was telling the truth, and that the only reason the menace behind him was keeping silent was because of some possible guilt... But he couldn't be completely sure as to why the belligerent tom was keeping quiet.
He heard Hawkcry settling himself on the ground, and heard the brute's tongue swiping over something. With a jolt, Scorchstar realized that he was cleansing his paw of Batpaw's lifeblood - the tabby didn't want to turn about and look at the tom, see his expression as he licked himself, but he faced the warrior anyway. "Hawkcry? If what Batpaw says is true, you'll be in for it. I thought that I could expect better from a warrior of such high popularity like yourself, but obviously I was wrong about you. I don't know what I did when I was your mentor to make you behave this way, but it seems I've bred something awful."
I should've never chosen you to be my apprentice. Never. How could I have ever been so blind? With my new apprentice, Sunpaw, I'll do better. I'll make sure he doesn't turn out like you. I'll do better..
"Have you anything to say in your defense, then?" The orange tabby added after he'd delivered his stinging statement.

H A W K C R Y
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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 31 moons old ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake ➷ Tags; Batpaw and Scorchstar ➹
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Hawkcry's lip curled back ever more as Batpaw began his tirade, fighting him with his words now. But the dark tabby simply hadn't missed Batpaw's reaction - he'd seen the pain and agony in those rolling, glassy eyes, and knew that he'd found a weak spot. Of course... every cat has a weakness, you've just got to know how and when to press it. Ouch, look at the poor thing - did I render you helpless, little one? Seems I have, by the way you're cowering before my words.
But apparently Hawkcry hadn't quite rendered the ebony male helpless - not yet, at least. Sure enough, the apprentice erased his morose look and halted his trembling lip, gathering and putting together what was left of his confidence. The pale blue-eyed warrior was still smug over the way his hurtful words had broken the apprentice on the inside, and grew even more smug when the apprentice's cheek wound began to pulse blood - it dripped down his face, down his jaw, and plopped onto the sandy Oasis floor. Hawkcry had heard terribly curses, and had had many thrown at him, but he did have to admit, none like the ones that Batpaw spat at him. Still, he calmly folded his legs beneath him, sitting down on his rippling haunches, and began to lick his paw some more, his red tongue lsiding over the hooked claws that had so easily mauled Batpaw's face.
Before he got the chance to respond, Scorchstar was shoving them away from one another, wanting to keep the peace, like always. Even with the leader separating Batpaw from him, that didn't mean that the dark, ominous cat still couldn't respond to the blind tom. With a little smile on his face and a chuckle in his throat, Hawkcry slowly set down his now-clean paw, looked Batpaw dead in the tortoise eyes, and meowed, so calmly, so sweetly, over the insults, "Oh, my my... Do you lick your mother with that dirty little mouth of yours? I should hope not.."
That was all he could get out, though he wanted to continue, before Scorchstar silenced him with a glare. The oriental shorthair then turned to Batpaw as he spoke, and Hawkcry's pelt bristled a little, knowing that what he said was true... But when Scorchstar turned back to his former apprentice, his steely eyes boring holes into Hawkcry's skin, he couldn't help but feel a tint of remorse and a little bit of sadness at the disappointment and rage in the cat's stare. He pale blue-eyed, massive male shifted his attention from the bleeding, sick-looking Batpaw to the tabby before him instead, hissing lowly, "Indeed you have. But I'll have you know, that as an apprentice, there was nothing more I wanted to do, nothing more I wanted to be, than like you, Scorchstar.. I used to look at you and think to myself, 'My, what I'd give to become like our gallant elder someday!'" The tabby then narrowed his icy eyes to mere slits, and let his next words fly out, even though he knew he'd be punished even more severely for talking to Scorchstar in such a tone, "But, sadly, maybe we all can't become leaders. Maybe we all can't become heroes, eh? As for my defense on this situation, Batpaw is... right. We simply came out here and sunlight to train, and we were both doing well until we started tussling like one would on a battle field. I.. lost control when I pinned him, as I was riled up by the skirmish, so I nicked him. Simple as that, and that's the truth, from my perspective, at least. Punish me as you may, Scorchstar." He meowed, keeping his voice a tad innocent just to emphasize his point.

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Tinypaw and Crowpaw ➹
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Peculiar... I thought the DesertClan felines were so tight-knit that they never fought. Seems my assumptions were wrong.. Ant thought, sneering smugly, as the howls grew silent, most likely because the ones who'd been ripping one another to shreds had been interrupted by a cat of high power. She was getting to her skinny, bony feet and getting ready to march back farther into the Wastelands when she glimpsed two cats making their way towards her. Instinctively, the starved Abyssinian stiffened, but calmed her nerves with a lash of her abnormally long tail.. Mouse dung! She thought as she flattened her short, puffed-up fur and plastered a sweet smile on her face, I should've never drawn so close to their camp at this time of day! I should've waited until after hours efore roaming about, when they were all asleep.. Ah, well, best put on a show for these young'uns and then I'll be on my way... Hopefully they won't alert their boss to my whereabouts, else I'll be as good as dead.
Still smiling slightly unnervingly, Ant turned swiftly and began to slowly waltz her way down the sandy hill to meet the two cats halfway, waving her tail and looking as friendly as could be... Though her golden eyes betrayed her deep down maliciousness and bewitching power..
She studied the pair briefly as she pulled up to a halt. The molly, a jet black cat with piercing blue eyes, was hanging back, standing off to the side with wariness and a little bit of a threat on her young face. The other, a gray and white, tiny little thing with its kitten fur still intact, wasn't so skittish before her, and padded forward to meet the rogue. The Clan cat smelled of herbs, and the pungent odor made the skinny molly's nose wrinkle considerably as he got closer.
Ant purred silkily, her eyes slightly narrowed, as they always were, and her voice a little raspy from going so long without a drink, "Greetings.. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

J A C K A L H O W L
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➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old ➹ Location : Outside the warriors den ➷ Tags; Cactusfoot and Larkpelt ➹
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The massive main coon caught the look in the brown and white cat's eyes and briefly felt bad for nearly gang up on him with Cactusfoot.. But at least Larkpelt seemed to get a hint and changed the subject to avoid more confrontation. Jackalhowl meowed, relaxing and stretching out on the still-damp Oasis floor as he spoke, "Good. As for Smallblossom, yes, I've heard - won't be long before we have plenty of little rascals blundering about and getting between our legs," The stocky warrior kept his voice eight, though he still spoke in his deep, almost murmuring tone.
As he awaited the tom's reply, he suddenly lifted his head when his massive ears caught the sound of a cat's bloodcurdling cry. Alarmed, Jackalhowl shifted his bulk, getting to his feet, and then pinpointed the source of the terribly loud screeching. He spotted the cats then - Batpaw and Hawkcry - both locked in a vicious-looking struggle. Jackalhowl studied the two fighting, astonished, and wondering if he could do anything to help..

F L A R E P A W
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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹ Location: At the Falls, beside the river ➷ Tags; Halfpaw (Snow and Thorn, though she isn't talking to them) ➹
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"Cougar?" Flarepaw pricked her namesake ears, now intrigued though still wary in the emotional, unstable apprentice's presence. 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."
As she awaited the one-eyed tom's response, her eyes never left his troubled, depressed face. She wasn't even aware of the white-pelted rogue slipping into the river nearby, killing a fish, and padding off, thought she should've been.

N O E Y E S
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➹ Noeyes ➷ She-cat ➹ Elder of DesertClan ➷ 90 moons old ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake; close to the camp entrance ➷ 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.
The caterwauling of cats caught the elder's attention briefly, and she craned her head about, unable to pinpoint were the yowling was coming from. Confused and now anxious, the elder turned back to Sandystrike and Rattlestorm, ears flat, awaiting their responses and awaiting their reaction to the racket.

[yeeee.]

Batpaw heard the growl beginning to rumble in Scorchstar throat, and part of him shriveled, knowing the worst was to come. Instinctively, the ebony tom lowered his body a bit to the ground, and flattened his large ears so they wouldn't be ripped badly should he be struck. His entire petite body trembled now, the pain from his fall earlier getting to him, as well as confusion and more helplessness. Although his leg hurt from where Hawkcry had squashed him and his fall earlier, his head hurt more than anything - Batpaw was sure the bruise was in it's finest state, probably swollen and purple, not to mention a dull headache had begun to start behind his eyeballs, owed to the insults, the pain, and the recent change of events. But that was the least of his worries. Scorchstar hadn't said anything, but the growling intensified - actions spoke louder than words, and unfortunate for Batpaw, he couldn't see what subtle messages were flying around before his very worthless eyes. That made him all the more uneasy, all the more sick, all the more cornered.

He was then slightly shunted by the large oriental shorthair. Although gentle, Batpaw wasn't expecting it - the petite tom stumbled, nearly falling over due to his sore, weak legs. Barely catching himself, Batpaw then crouched behind Scorchstar, the trembling slowing a bit. Honestly, he felt as if his long legs had locked into this crouching, slightly submissive position, and he moved Starclan only knew what would happen to him. Even if it did look like he was hiding behind Scorchstar, Batpaw didn't care - the damage had already been done. A few more points to his cowardliness didn't matter. After a few more tense moments of Scorchstar's powerful growl filling his large ears, he then heard Hawkcry's mew in his direction. Part of him felt like it died as the blind tom comprehended the sentence. It was official - Batpaw hadn't felt this bad since he was eight moons old. M-my mother....? You insult my mother, yet you know naught? Why is this so much fun for you? Why do you delight in torturing me? Claws sheathing and digging into the dirt, the ebony tom felt his maw open, but nothing. He felt his throat begin to entirely close up, so he closed his maw tightly, and focused on breathing hoarsely, trying to calm down. He couldn't snap, he couldn't show weakness in front of Hawkcry. If he did, now matter what, Batpaw knew he wouldn't live it down. Family seemed to be a sensitive topic for most of the clan, but for Batpaw, it was beyond sensitive. It was his pillar keeping everything together. Tiny, cracked, pathetic, but standing. But, for how long? The fact that Hawkcry, supposedly one of his 'new family' saying such a thing ripped through him more than a coyote or insult ever could. This was beyond a stupid, simple squabble after a tough spar match. This was even beyond hatred - it was like Hawkcry was corrupt. After a few more seconds of allowing those words to cycle through him, Batpaw felt the lump in his throat finally begin to dissipate, yet he felt no relief.

Batpaw was now too shocked to really comprehend much else. So when Scorchstar spoke, only one word came out. "Yes," the ebony tom said numbly, his soft, hoarse voice completely and utterly choked up. But no tears sparked in his eyes. Just glassiness. He'd run out of tears long, long, long ago. It was a good thing, to, because when Scorchstar asked his reaction - even with no malice - it made him sound just like the things Hawkcry had said. Weak, pathetic, a kit. He should have raked his long, hooked claws down Hawkcry's injured shoulder, made the massive warrior hiss and writhe in pain. Or better yet, his eyes, so the massive tom could experience Batpaw's everyday pain. So why did he just spit idle threats and let it happen? Batpaw had begun to chew at his bottom lip, doing his best to just keep his maw shut now. Retaliation would only result in more punishment, but did it really even matter anymore? He wouldn't be a warrior, not anytime soon after this, and all he'd worked for was crumbling before his very nose. Batpaw didn't even feel any satisfaction when Hawkcry sealed his fate by both admitting the truth and insulting Scorchstar - he felt only hate and this agonizing, wrenching hole that had been torn into him. Nicked.... That was officially the understatement of the day.

The only thing really holding Batpaw got was when he began to actually think, even if his head was still clouded with emotions and shock. If I am so pathetic, if I am such a waste of time and life, then why did you even bother spar? Why even bother try and work with me? Why even bother waste your breath and insult me? Watching me fail over and over should prove to be good entertainment enough. That in mind, the tall tom forced himself up just a little bit. He had to maintain this wall for as long as he could. "What will his punishment be, Scorchstar?" Batpaw mewed hoarsely, hoping that the punishment - although the word didn't really excite him anymore - would be so harsh that the apprentice could get a shred of satisfaction, a shred of the confidence that let him know he'd done a right thing. Those shreds would never make up for what he'd originally been seeking - a boost of morale before his ceremony - but at least Hawkcry would get just a sliver of what he deserved. Right?

Tagged ;; Scorchstar, Hawkcry

[* Macey *]

{Ready for simi-lit!}

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T H O R N
T o m c a t
2 1 M o o n s
C r u s h; F l a r e p a w
T a g s; S n o w
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I watch as the pearly white Tom moves to the edge of the large den. I reluctantly duck my head to rip a patch of wet flesh from the prey. I chew slowly, my pelt starting to prickle under Snow's gaze. I eat a large portion of the animals mid-section, as a purr of satisfaction rumbles in my throat. I grab a scaly fin in my jaws, cringing in displeasure at its slimy texture. I drag the remains of the fish out the mouth of the den, swiftly releasing it into the flowing stream. I watch as the remains of the kill disappear from sight. The fish maybe gone, but it's displeasing slime still remains on my tounge. I dip my head to the flowing water to lap a few mouthfuls, before sighing in pleasure. With a flick of my tail I return to den.

It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the dim light, illuminated only by the faint red light shining from the entrance. I cross the space to my warm, feather-lined nest. I glance at the the white Tom, slightly pitying the cat for not having a warm nest of his own. I consider offering to gather moss, but hold my tounge, no quite ready to break the icy silence. I hesitantly curl up in my warm nest. I lay my fluffy tail around my nose, my green-yellow gaze peeking over the fur. I almost regret my decision of letting Snow stay, not completely sure of how confident I was about another cat watching me sleep. In the end, I decided to merely wait until the older cat fell asleep. That is if my drowsiness didn't consume me first.

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M O S S L E A P
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3 4 M o o n s
C r u s h;
T a g s; O p e n
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I pad into the large camp. Silently, almost unnoticeably, I take a seat in the shadows. I give my pad a small lick and swipe it over my whiskers.[i know, not a lot, but she's open]

[Dinolil1]

(Unlike macey, I ain't ready yet.)
(by the way flowers, this is up to standard or not.)

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?'' Gorsepaw licked a paw and drew it over her ear. She suddenly stiffened at the cry of 2 cats, turning her golden brown head in the direction of the bone chilling caterwaul, Gorsepaw thought a million terrifying thoughts, a thing usually only done by Larkpelt. '' Hey Thornpaw, did you hear that?! sounds like some cat is being attacked!'' Getting up, Gorsepaw shot Thornpaw a look of asking him to follow. '' Come on, lets find out what that ominous sound was!''

Larkpelt-none-17 moons- Jackalhowl and Cactusfoot-

'' Yeah. Maybe I'll get an apprentice...im not sure'' He replied, trying to stay light but he found it so hard.'' I propbably won't since I am a new warrior...Maybe you'll get one jackalhowl'' Larkpelt added,although in his head, the brown and white tom added, And because i'll be a rubbish mentor and end up killing them or making them rubbish warriors. His fur suddenly bristled at the sound of a chilling cry of pain. '' Some cat is dying!!'' He suddenly wailed. Getting up , the brown and white tom glanced at Jackalhowl and bounded after the mighty warrior. Staring at Hawkcry and Batpaw in horror. '' Oh starclan'' He murmured, his eyes blank and frightened. He had let his guard down and now bad things were happening. '' Stop please!'' The tom yowled again, frightened for the two cats and confused why they were fighting. Spotting Scorchstar, the tom was panicking. '' Scorchstar, whats happening!?'' He yowled, shaking in fear. Bad things were happening bad things were happening! The brown and white tom neared the writhing pair and spoke once more, his voice thick with fear and anxiety. '' STOP!''

[canadianhowl]

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T i n y p a w

gender; male
crush; unknown
health; 100
rank; med cat app
mood; calm
hunger; 86
tagged; ant, crowpaw
voice; XXXX

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➳xSeeing the cats nose cringe up the male stood in place and didn't move anymore just assuming that it had to be his scent. No one liked the stench of a mix of herb scents on a cat, maybe that's another reason no one likes to be around him. Clearing those thoughts from his mind the medicine cat apprentice shook his head and sat down before replying, "Hello there ma'am. I was wondering what are you doing this close to my clans camp. Cats who are not apart of the clan aren't welcomed this close into out territory." Tinypaw informed Ant is a stern tone but he showed no aggression or signs he wanted a fight. Alright. So far you are doing good Tinypaw. Just don't mess up and get yourself in more trouble or at least don't have Spottedpaw come lashing out on you. He thought giving a small grunt when he thought about Spottedpaw. He despised her but in a way, he still liked her and Tinypaw could figure that concept out. He looked back at Crowpaw making sure she was still there just I case this cat started snapping at him or just out of the blue attacked him.

[dorayaki]

Sandystrike
rank;; warrior -- apprentice;; amberpaw -- tags;; noeyes, v
Rattlestorm
rank;; warrior -- apprentice;; none -- tags;; noeyes, ^
"Rattlestorm thought that it'd be fun to sneak away by himself when I was sleeping," Sandystrike hissed irritably. "You could have gotten hurt!" she snapped at the younger cat.
Rattlestorm, however, simply slunk back and lowered his head. "I just wanted to see what it was like..you get to wander around without anyone sometimes, don't you? I just wanted to see what it was like - I can control it more now so I thought I'd be okay, and look! I am! I knew not to go to rocky areas..." The spotted tabby trailed off and looked at Noeyes. "S-sorry if we bothered you, Noeyes," he mumbled, tail flicking back and forth.
Sandystrike would usually apologize as well, but the she-cat found herself remaining quiet with a stern hazel gaze that sent chills down her cousin's spine. I'm supposed to protect you, Rattlestorm. Why can't you wrap your mind around that? I know you played it safe even by yourself, but I promised Wildfur I'd keep you safe...

Pearly
rank;; loner -- --- -- tags;; open
Pearly glanced around the den he was in. "I'm sure it would be alright if I walked out of here..." His pinkish ears pricked in case he was called back, he stood to go into the main camp. The young tom winced and gave a low whine due to the stiffness and aching from his sunburns, tail flicking and whiskers twitching. The odd-eyed tomcat glanced around before he stretched and left the den.
Now getting a good look at the camp, he just realized how large and beautiful the area was. The oasis at it's center was almost sparkling to him, and the amount of cats around made him feel at home. The white tom lowered his gaze as he remembered his old family - his nofurs and all the other cats they had at one point. The big house sounded like the best place in the world right now, but he knew he couldn't go back there. Pearly shook his head to clear it, putting on a smile. He was set on this being his new home, and that was final.

Narcissa
rank;; loner -- --- -- tags;; open
--waiting to rp until sunrise

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw padded forward until she stood right by Tinypaw. "I'm Crowpaw," she mewed. "And this is Tinypaw." The young apprentice smiled kindly. "What's your name?" Hopefully this loner or rogue was friendly. She didn't want to get in a fight- this stranger looked strong. She wondered how the stranger had gotten so close to the camp without being caught. The black molly took a deep breath. The strange cat had probably just passed through the border at a place where the scent wasn't as heavy, and had just been passing through. Crowpaw really hoped that that was what it was. If this was a rogue, it might decide to attack her and Tinypaw any minute now. However, by it's first sentence, it didn't seem that fierce. Dear StarClan she hoped this was just a lost loner.

(*Looks hopefully to Skulls for approval*)

[ruui]

Pure
She sat as the tom circled her
as she narrowed her eyes.Pure
slashed her tail,ignorant.
"Well then.I'll be leaving."She
answered with a straight response.

Jaycloud stayed sitting down. "Will you really be though?" he asked smugly. "I think will meet again soon." The brown tom stood and started back to camp. Wish I had caught her name, he thought to himself.

Pure
Pure flicked her ear,as she smiled slightly
at the tom.She turned the other direction,as
the sun went down.It was getting breezier in
the direction,as she plopped down near a cactus.
Pure knew that the tom's camp must of had more
prey then out here,as she looked under boulders
and rocks.All she found were lizards so far,and she
couldn't eat that.Pure shook her pelt as dust sprinkled
off."Hmm."She saw a small figure moving.A mouse.It
wasn't much,but enough her to eat for the night.Pure
crouched down.She swayed her tail slowly as she pawed
the mouse's tail.Mission accomplished.She thought.

Fallenpaw
-Sleeping.-

Amberpaw
-Waiting for reply from Firepaw.-

Browntail
-At camp.