PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[deftonesly]

{Ah, it's fine.. Don't fret!
I will, by the way, have to respond with Ant tomorrow.. It is late and I need my rest. I've come down with a cold and my bed must come first, after all! G'night peeps!}

[WildlingQueen]

(Yeah of course haha!)

Dustspeck

Dustspeck chased after her, his paws hitting the still warm sand softly. He could feel his claws digging in order to keep himself stable. He felt the breeze rush through his fur, his heart pounding slightly as he continued forward. He watched Lizardfang ahead of him as she slipped into a small den. He came to a halt before her with a purr. The den held her scent and the small bed in the corner had tufts of her fur in it. He glanced up at her, and rasped his tongue along her ear.

-Fade To Black-

Dustspeck stretched his legs with a yawn, flashing the pinks of his mouth as he turned towards Lizardfang. He let out a purr and curled closer to her, rasping his tongue along her shoulder. "Should we stay here for the night? It's getting pretty dark." he meowed softly, glancing towards the exit where pitch blackness greeted him.

[CoolComrade]

Lizardfang glanced at her small bed. She stretched it out with her paws so that it was still comfy, but larger. "Alright," she mewed. She curled up in the bed, tapping the space beside her with her tail. The nest was still surprisingly soft, or maybe it was just her imagination. "Come on," she purred. "It''s softer than it looks." She stretched out, her long legs extending over the edge of the prickly bed. It had been so long since she had slept in this private den. It was odd not sleeping with other warriors around her.

[Dinolil1]

{Looks like we've got our first mate pairing! I will be updating the relations on the new thread with these two.. I didn't even know they were a thing, haha. XD And, daw.. how cute is Lizardfang?}

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➹ Scorchstar ➷ Tomcat ➹ Leader of DesertClan ➷ 42 moons old
- eight lives left ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake/outside the medicine cat den
➷ Tags; Batpaw and Hawkcry ➹
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Scorchstar watched the massive, dark brute stumbled off, cursing and grumbling something awful as he did so, and let a sigh escape his clenched teeth. The mighty, now calm and level-headed tomcat hissed lowly, almost inaudibly,"What am I going to do with him..? I cannot keep making excuses for his benefit - I must start punishing him more harshly.. When will he ever learn, that troublesome cat?" Shaking his skinny, well-defined head, the tabby turned his head away from Hawkcry and focused on Batpaw - who was shuddering and who looked on the verge of vomiting. He let out another weary sigh, knowing what must be done to save whatever was left of the blind cat's dignity, the impossibly tall cat followed Batpaw off to the medicine cats' den, skirting around Hawkcry without a word to reach the worn-out, defeated, bleeding apprentice. "Batpaw? I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something, since you're obviously trying to find Softberry or one of her apprentices, but can I speak to you for just a moment, please? There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you, and I feel as if the events of tonight have only heightened my urge to talk with you on.. a somewhat serious matter."

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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 31 moons old ➹
Location: Outside the medicine cat den ➷ Tags; Batpaw and Scorchstar ➹
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Hawkcry heard Batpaw slowly get himself together and trot after him - the awkwardness was awful between both of the injured, hate-filled cats, but the dark, pale blue-eyed tabby knew he had the upper paw. By crushing Batpaw's willpower, draining him of all hope, and by humiliating him, he'd done what he'd set out to do: make a powerful warrior out of the blind cat. Though Hawkcry's logic was very twisted to some, most likely, his plans for Batpaw made perfect sense to him.. The ebony, turquoise-eyed tomcat was brimming with loathing - the seasoned warrior could tell that much.. it radiated from the apprentice's skin, nearly, and hit him in waves.. But even so, his job was complete. He'd followed his mantra - that hatred breeds strong, capable warriors - and had, without Batpaw knowing it himself, made him stronger in the process of breaking him. Sure, the cat would despise his guts for life, but that didn't stir any kind of emotion in Hawkcry - he wasn't swayed by that. Now, it is up to Waspclaw to press that hatred and get him to use it properly.. And by properly, I mean to help our cause. I've done my part, now it is up to Waspclaw to fully bring Batpaw to our side.. I won't be of much use to Batpaw's training now, and there's no need to be involved any longer.
Hawkcry pricked his ears as he neared Softberry's den and heard Scorchstar's nimble, swift steps behind him and couldn't help but cast his head about. At the same time, Batpaw breezed by him, that familiar scent of hate and the desire for vengeance wafting from the tom, and went to the medicine cats' den before the dark tabby. He rolled his pale blue eyes and let out a little huff, tempted to snap at the blind male when he called out the three cats' names, I knew you were stupid, but not that stupid.. Can't you tell that they're not here, right now, kit? Oh, yes, I forgot... You can't see them, can you?
The egotistical, bleeding tom growled, his pupils narrowing to mere slits, and changed his course of direction a bit. He heard Scorchstar bound over to Batpaw, saw the orange tabby pull him aside and begin to talk with him in hushed tones, though he couldn't make out what they were saying. Hawkcry decided it best not to eavesdrop, though he really wanted to, and instead settled down outside the medicine cats' den. The dark brown tabby plopped onto his muscular, toned haunches, twisting his surprisingly agile head around to lick at his reopened shoulder wound while he awaited Softberry or one of her apprentices to return.

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Tinypaw and Crowpaw ➹
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I've got him ensnared like a fly in a spider's web now.. But now that I've caught my prey, will I release it out of pity..? Or shall I devour it whole with m savage, cunning lies? Well, I choose lies. It's what I do best, after all.. Ant speculated, seeing the little bit of suspiciousness in the white, kitten-fluffed cat and picking up on it quickly. Convince I'm, better, then! Put on a show!
At the tom's slightly smart comment on her ability to scent the air and tell that there were cats around, the Abyssinian pulled back a little, mocking hurt in her narrowed, golden eyes. "You insult my hearing?" The dust-colored molly purred, though her voice had a bit more edge and had lost its sweetness. "I guess I was distracted.. I often roam about the desert at night and apparently I walked too far on this night in particular.. Can you deny me of my brief moment of daydreaming, then?"
Ant calmed down a a bit and forced some sugariness into her bewitching meow when he asked her name, stepping back from the tomcat and rising her abnormally long, whip-like tail high over her head, "My name, you ask? Well, you can call me Ant. Like the insect, yes. Yours?" In all my years, no cat has ever asked me the meaning behind my name.. Will you, younger one? Well, the answer to that is simple: my human tormentors named me after the most terrifying, vicious breed of ant... The bullet ant. Why?
Because I'll hit you like a bullet and you'll never see it coming. All you will have left of me is a serious of stunning welts on your skin, and then I'll be gone, on my way.. Off to capture some other little poor soul like yourself.

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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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As Jackalhowl hesitated, he saw Scorchstar leap in between the two arguing cats - who had finally broken apart and were now cursing, it seemed, at one another rather vulgarly. The main coon sighed, shaking his brawny head with some annoyance. What had Hawkcry gotten himself into now?
Then, with a terribly late reaction to what was happening, Larkpelt sped forward to investigate, eyes wide and pelt spiked. Jackalhowl stared after him, brow furrowed into a frown, and called out, as the younger male passed him by, "Wha-? Larkpelt, cut it out, will you? The situation has already been resolved, you dunce. Look, Scorchstar just broke up the fight and there goes Hawkcry, of to take a punishment or something. Settle down, will ya?"
For once, the mottled, thickly-furred brute was annoyed by the tom's rash behavior. Can't he stop and take a look around before barging forward, screaming all the way? If he'd just sat back like me, he would've realized that Scorchstar had handled the problem well. Scorchstar isn't helpless, and surely he doesn't need Larkpelt's assistance.
To Jackalhowl's surprise, Cactusfoot didn't make a peep on the stupidness of Larkpelt. Maybe he'd finally realized what a grump he'd been and had stopped being so pessimistic and wry? Jackal howl regarded the much older brute out the corner of one, wide, yellow-green eye, and the observing of the tabby was subtle, innocticable. Eventually, the mottled main coon jerked his head around back to Larkpelt, how now looked embarrassed after Jaycloud andJackalhowl had harassed him.

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: At the Falls, heading home ➷ Tags; Halfpaw (Snow and Thorn,
though she isn't talking to them) ➹
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When Halfpaw didn't respond to her bombarding questions, the molly let out a loud harrumph and turned away from the bloodied, one-eyed, introverted male. If he's not going to answer my questions, then I won't give him the time of day. I say losing his eye serves him right for getting involved with a rogue! How stupid can a cat get, in all honesty..?
Remembering what she came to the Falls for, the petite oriental shorthair strutted away from the black, depressed tomcat and made her way across the sandy earth to the nearby river. With one last annoyed glare at half paw, who was watching her with wide, saddened, amber eyes, Flarepaw plunged into the cool, yet slightly warm, rapidly-rushing waters. She knew about the deaths that had occurred here - like Grasstooth's so many moons ago - which is why she stuck to the shallows of the river, not wanting to be swept away and drowned. Flare paw had always been a tough, well-rounded swimmer, and could glide through any water with ease, but not even her powerful legs could withstand the superior strength of the liquid.. So the cunning female bathed herself of the mouse bile odor while her feet still touched the pebbles that made up the bottom of the river.
Before long, her thin, ebony pelt was clean, and when she could not longer smell a hint of the vile, doors smell of mouse puke, Flarepaw slid rather elegantly as well as arrogantly out of the river. The molly, young as she was, knew clearly how beautiful she was to the eye, and tended to flaunt it every chance she got. But she was a heartbreaker, even at eleven moons old - her looks could enrapture any male, secure any mate, but her tongue was searing her her eyes were cold..
Spitting at Halfpaw, she shook out her rumpled pelt right beside his face before trotting off, back up the gorge, with her fur still sopping wet and her angular head arched high.

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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' head flitted from between the two. It was obvious how much Sandystrike cared for her cousin.. and obvious how much she intended to keep him safe until the last breath left her body. Of course, Rattlestorm was a special tom, even the blind elder could pick up on that by the way he constantly stumbled and toppled to the earth. The Russian blue pitied the young warrior, but believed in him at the same time..
She meowed to Rattlestorm, sweetly, but her ears were still pinned back to hear what had become of the fight behind her, "Though you may not believe it, your cousin is only trying to do what is best for you, dearie.. What if you waltzed out of camp and met the fangs of a jackal? Especially at this time of day... They're sure to be roaming about, waiting for some cat to wander away from the safety of his family." Her brusque, slightly chiding tone turned into something more light, and she added, a purr oozing from her scraggily-furred throat, "I think you should do your best to listen to Sandystrike, young'un.. Like I said, she only has your best interests at heart. And, no, of course you didn't bother me. Just wanted to 'see' what was what and investigate." Nosey trailed off a bit, changing the subject like any old cat would, "I heard a fight going on.." She waved her tail in the direction she'd heard the screeching emanate from, concern now scrawled across her face. "Can you tell me what is happening..? It sounds as if the fighting has stopped, but I'm still wondering what occurred.."

(so sorry for not replying )

Larkpelt-warrior-none-17 moons-male-Tagged: Jackalhowl - nobody-

Padding past Jackalhowl, the tom slipped back to camp sheepishly. Of course scorchstar didn't need his assistance. Of course he didn't. Afterall he knew that Scorchstar had been through a lot of harsher times then this and of course a petty scuffle was simple to solve. Entering the thorny warrior's den, Larkpelt slumped down in his nest. Sighing, The brown and white tom closed his greenish amber eyes, his mind still firmly on his action. Larkpelt had wanted to help. But it was a foolish action. But he had wanted to do something bold for once. All his life Larkpelt had always been the slightly....cowardly one. Always. And it shamed him and his mentor too! Curling his tail around him, the tom fell into an uneasy slip, trying to close the world outside, out.

Gorsepaw-apprentice-12 moons-female-tagged: Thornpaw-

Sighing with relief, the female apprentice turned to Thornpaw. '' So again...what's up?'' The tabby asked once more as brightly as before but with a harsh tone of impatience. Flicking an ear, her golden gaze followed larkpelt as he slunk off before it travelled back to Scorchstar and Jackalhowl. Sighing, Gorsepaw turned to Thornpaw once more. '' Wonder what that scuffle was about? do you want to ask Batpaw later?!''

(Sorry my post is so short for Gorsepaw but I haven't got much information for her since im still awaiting slap's reply)

[WildlingQueen]

Lizardfang glanced at her small bed. She stretched it out with her paws so that it was still comfy, but larger. "Alright," she mewed. She curled up in the bed, tapping the space beside her with her tail. The nest was still surprisingly soft, or maybe it was just her imagination. "Come on," she purred. "It''s softer than it looks." She stretched out, her long legs extending over the edge of the prickly bed. It had been so long since she had slept in this private den. It was odd not sleeping with other warriors around her.

Dustspeck

Dustspeck purred as he watched her stretched the nest with his paws. He moved in closer as she curled into it, the soft dusty colored fur barely visible in the dark of the night. Dustspeck remembered briefly a time when he was just a kit, hidden away in a den like this with his mother out hunting. He and Thistle would tussle in the dark of the tunnel. Occasionally they would sneak out and chase lizards until the caught their mothers scent on the wind. Then they would rush back into the den, and wait expectantly. He shook himself from his thoughts and returned to Lizardfangs side. He stepped in and curled up next to her, comfortable in the small makeshift nest. He turned to her and rasped his tongue along her ear, his tail wrapping around her gently/

[deftonesly]

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➹ Scorchstar ➷ Tomcat ➹ Leader of DesertClan ➷ 42 moons old
- eight lives left ➹ Location: Beside the Oasis lake; outside the medicine cat den
➷ Tags; Batpaw and Hawkcry ➹
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Scorchstar watched the massive, dark brute stumbled off, cursing and grumbling something awful as he did so, and let a sigh escape his clenched teeth. The mighty, now calm and level-headed tomcat hissed lowly, almost inaudibly,"What am I going to do with him..? I cannot keep making excuses for his benefit - I must start punishing him more harshly.. When will he ever learn, that troublesome cat?" Shaking his skinny, well-defined head, the tabby turned his head away from Hawkcry and focused on Batpaw - who was shuddering and who looked on the verge of vomiting. He let out another weary sigh, knowing what must be done to save whatever was left of the blind cat's dignity, the impossibly tall cat followed Batpaw off to the medicine cats' den, skirting around Hawkcry without a word to reach the worn-out, defeated, bleeding apprentice. "Batpaw? I'm sorry if I'm interrupting something, since you're obviously trying to find Softberry or one of her apprentices, but can I speak to you for just a moment, please? There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you, and I feel as if the events of tonight have only heightened my urge to talk with you on.. a somewhat serious matter."

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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 31 moons old ➹
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Hawkcry heard Batpaw slowly get himself together and trot after him - the awkwardness was awful between both of the injured, hate-filled cats, but the dark, pale blue-eyed tabby knew he had the upper paw. By crushing Batpaw's willpower, draining him of all hope, and by humiliating him, he'd done what he'd set out to do: make a powerful warrior out of the blind cat. Though Hawkcry's logic was very twisted to some, most likely, his plans for Batpaw made perfect sense to him.. The ebony, turquoise-eyed tomcat was brimming with loathing - the seasoned warrior could tell that much.. it radiated from the apprentice's skin, nearly, and hit him in waves.. But even so, his job was complete. He'd followed his mantra - that hatred breeds strong, capable warriors - and had, without Batpaw knowing it himself, made him stronger in the process of breaking him. Sure, the cat would despise his guts for life, but that didn't stir any kind of emotion in Hawkcry - he wasn't swayed by that. Now, it is up to Waspclaw to press that hatred and get him to use it properly.. And by properly, I mean to help our cause. I've done my part, now it is up to Waspclaw to fully bring Batpaw to our side.. I won't be of much use to Batpaw's training now, and there's no need to be involved any longer.
Hawkcry pricked his ears as he neared Softberry's den and heard Scorchstar's nimble, swift steps behind him and couldn't help but cast his head about. At the same time, Batpaw breezed by him, that familiar scent of hate and the desire for vengeance wafting from the tom, and went to the medicine cats' den before the dark tabby. He rolled his pale blue eyes and let out a little huff, tempted to snap at the blind male when he called out the three cats' names, I knew you were stupid, but not that stupid.. Can't you tell that they're not here, right now, kit? Oh, yes, I forgot... You can't see them, can you?
The egotistical, bleeding tom growled, his pupils narrowing to mere slits, and changed his course of direction a bit. He heard Scorchstar bound over to Batpaw, saw the orange tabby pull him aside and begin to talk with him in hushed tones, though he couldn't make out what they were saying. Hawkcry decided it best not to eavesdrop, though he really wanted to, and instead settled down outside the medicine cats' den. The dark brown tabby plopped onto his muscular, toned haunches, twisting his surprisingly agile head around to lick at his reopened shoulder wound while he awaited Softberry or one of her apprentices to return.

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Tinypaw and Crowpaw ➹
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Ant pricked her average-sized ears, smiling, no, more like grinning rather creepily and impishly, at this "Tinypaw". "Tinypaw, you say? Can't say I've heard a name like that one before.. No offense to you, dearie, but it is a little fitting." Ouch.. That's a bit of a jab, even for me.. Meh, he'll get over it. I've been insulted worse and less subtly by others. The Abyssinian kept that not-so-endearing smile on her face as she looked over the herb-scented cat, pausing for a spell before clearing her throat, "As for my name.. That's a story I'd rather not share for now, especially if you and your "Clanmates" or whatever you call them want me to scram. I know when I'm not wanted.. So I guess I'll be off.."
The cunning, crafty molly placed a pouty face on her maw, and began to slowly back up towards the way she'd come. But right at that moment, her stomach gurgled and snarled at her.. For once, stomach, you've done me good. Now my obvious hunger will make me look even more innocent in his eyes.. Perfection!

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➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old
➹ Location : Outside the warriors den; Beside the fresh-kill pile ➷ Tags; Cactusfoot
and Larkpelt.. Now OPEN! ➹
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Jackalhowl snorted, raising a paw and rasping it over his ear. The main coon was still dumfounded by Larkpelt's odd behavior and the way he'd dashed to help Scorchstar and break up the fight between Batpaw and Hawkcry. Why was the much younger and newer warrior so intent on being a hero? That sort of stuff didn't matter at all to Jackalhowl.. If anything, blending in and being average was his thing. He watched, still preening his dust-coated and slightly damp head, Larkpelt scurry into the nearby warriors den. But the older brute didn't want to get involved with the tom's sadness, so he let him be. Instead, Jackalhowl got to his feet, bid Cactusfoot a quiet yet polite goodbye, and padded over to the fresh-kill pile for something to dine upon..
The mottled, massive cat's whiskers twitched and his mouth watered with insatiable hunger as he neared the dwindling pile of prey. He hadn't eaten a thing since he went on the dusk patrol last night, and he was sure the elders, queens, and kits had already taken their share.. Moving aside the staler prey with a hefty paw, the yellow-golden eyed, thickly-furred cat purred with delight upon finding his favorite morsel tucked towards the bottom of the heap - turtle.
Finding desert turtles were awfully rare, and killing them required immense skill as a hunter, which Jackalhowl had.. But, honestly, the main coon had never been able to take down one of the ancient tortoises that roamed the desert. How lucky is this, finding something this special? I wonder who caught you, little fella? Either way, StarClan, bless them.. They've done me a great service today! Snatching the dead reptile by one of its stubby legs, Jackalhowl scooted a little ways away from the fresh-kill pile to eat.

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: At the Falls, heading home ➷ Tags; Halfpaw, OPEN! ➹
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When Halfpaw didn't respond to her bombarding questions, the molly let out a loud harrumph and turned away from the bloodied, one-eyed, introverted male. If he's not going to answer my questions, then I won't give him the time of day. I say losing his eye serves him right for getting involved with a rogue! How stupid can a cat get, in all honesty..?
Remembering what she came to the Falls for, the petite oriental shorthair strutted away from the black, depressed tomcat and made her way across the sandy earth to the nearby river. With one last annoyed glare at half paw, who was watching her with wide, saddened, amber eyes, Flarepaw plunged into the cool, yet slightly warm, rapidly-rushing waters. She knew about the deaths that had occurred here - like Grasstooth's so many moons ago - which is why she stuck to the shallows of the river, not wanting to be swept away and drowned. Flare paw had always been a tough, well-rounded swimmer, and could glide through any water with ease, but not even her powerful legs could withstand the superior strength of the liquid.. So the cunning female bathed herself of the mouse bile odor while her feet still touched the pebbles that made up the bottom of the river.
Before long, her thin, ebony pelt was clean, and when she could not longer smell a hint of the vile, doors smell of mouse puke, Flarepaw slid rather elegantly as well as arrogantly out of the river. The molly, young as she was, knew clearly how beautiful she was to the eye, and tended to flaunt it every chance she got. But she was a heartbreaker, even at eleven moons old - her looks could enrapture any male, secure any mate, but her tongue was searing her her eyes were cold..
Spitting at Halfpaw, she shook out her rumpled pelt right beside his face before trotting off, back up the gorge, with her fur still sopping wet and her angular head arched high.

Flare paw slipped out of the gorge with ease, water dripping from her still partially-wet fur as she bounded upward, following the gorge's usual rocky path back home. Once out of the Fall's gorge, Flarepaw sped up her pace, and soon she was flying through the biting, sand-particle-filled air. The molly's paws hardly touched the ground once as she sped off, and almost instantaneously, her pelt was fully dried. Like a deranged coyote, the apprentice's tongue was hanging from her jaws - so excited by the wind batting at her face and the adrenaline in her veins and the dust that sprang from her rushing feet was she. The way the molly's petite figure so effortlessly moved across the open desert floor was movement that couldn't be anything but graceful... And before Flarepaw knew it, she was in sight of the Oasis.
Slowing, she trotted, back to her gangly, swift pace instead of a full-on sprint, the oriental shorthair shoved her way through the camp entrance.

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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' head flitted from between the two. It was obvious how much Sandystrike cared for her cousin.. and obvious how much she intended to keep him safe until the last breath left her body. Of course, Rattlestorm was a special tom, even the blind elder could pick up on that by the way he constantly stumbled and toppled to the earth. The Russian blue pitied the young warrior, but believed in him at the same time..
She meowed to Rattlestorm, sweetly, but her ears were still pinned back to hear what had become of the fight behind her, "Though you may not believe it, your cousin is only trying to do what is best for you, dearie.. What if you waltzed out of camp and met the fangs of a jackal? Especially at this time of day... They're sure to be roaming about, waiting for some cat to wander away from the safety of his family." Her brusque, slightly chiding tone turned into something more light, and she added, a purr oozing from her scraggily-furred throat, "I think you should do your best to listen to Sandystrike, young'un.. Like I said, she only has your best interests at heart. And, no, of course you didn't bother me. Just wanted to 'see' what was what and investigate." Nosey trailed off a bit, changing the subject like any old cat would, "I heard a fight going on.." She waved her tail in the direction she'd heard the screeching emanate from, concern now scrawled across her face. "Can you tell me what is happening..? It sounds as if the fighting has stopped, but I'm still wondering what occurred.."

[canadianhowl]

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T i n y p a w

gender; male
crush; unknown
health; 100
rank; med cat app
mood; mixed
hunger; 83
tagged; ant, crowpaw
voice; XXXX

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➳x"Yah I know that. I've always been the runt of my litter and...." He trailed off at the memories of what happened and gave a small wail before pulling himself back together. "The reason why is because I am a clan cat and to be more precise the medicine cat's apprentice." Tinypaw meowed before he padded up to Ant and whispered into her ear, "If you want you can refer to me as Egill." The small cat then pulled back and sat down a bit always from Ant. He saw that she looked hungry and wanted to help her. "You look hungry. I actually don't mind if I give you some food. I'll hunt it myself unless you want to." Tinypaw called to Ant as an offer. He knew it was the wrong thing to do but, he couldn't see any cat starve or even be hungry. He just didn't want to see any cat suffer worse or less worse then he did.

[CoolComrade]

Lizardfang purred happily as Dustspeck groomed her fur. She could stay here forever, alone with him. Everything was perfect. She sighed, a little sad, when she realized that she would have to go back to the clan tomorrow. This would still be their special place though. A place where the could be together without the hassle of clan life. She relaxed, her eyes drifting open and closed. She had never much enjoyed the company of others, but now was different. Different in a wonderful way. Her eyes finally shut as she drifted off to sleep, her head resting on Dustspeck's side.

Crowpaw stepped forward, glaring at Ant. "I'm sorry, ma'am, but you'll have to leave." She stood her ground, glowering up at the taller molly. "However, if you would like to stay, I will gladly alert my clan's leader of your presence and have him claw your ears off and chase you out." Crowpaw unsheathed her claws, digging them into the sand. This Ant could probably beat her in a fight, but that wouldn't stop her trying. Crowpaw would protect her clan till the last breath. Rogues and loners, no matter how hungry, didn't belong in DesertClan territory. Strangers seemed to be popping out of the sand every time she turned around, and she was sick of it. Ant would not be staying here.

[ruui]

Amberpaw
She walked forward,her tail swaying
behind herself.She walked towards the
fresh-killed pile,picking a plump rabbit.Amberpaw
looked at Firepaw,sitting next to him as she
dropped the rabbit off."Do you want to have the first bite?"She asked
quietly.Although she was slightly hungry,she wanted him
to eat first,to be nice and everything.Amberpaw turned towards him,
and then looked at the prey.She wanted to hide her blind eye away
so that no one would ask her what happened.Amberpaw flicked her tail
as she waited a respond.
//Ah yes,it was a response before we did semi-lit.
Few sentences short,I have no creativity atm.

//Repost?
Repost for APH Canada.

[Dinolil1]

Larkpelt-warrior-none-17 moons-male-Tagged: Open!-

Larkpelt lay curled up in his dusty nest, his ears twitching from time to time. It was clear that the tom was asleep but in an uneasy way, still alert, for his ears were pricked and his tail was twitching slightly at the tip. He couldn't help being alert, as a kit he had once gotten a nasty surprise from a desert lizard , Although he wasn't harmed that badly, it had terrified him and Larkpelt was already anxious as a kit so the lizard attack didn't help to soothe it. It worsened it. And his mentor had been a strict warrior and so larkpelt was alert for everything, every scuttle of potential danger. The patchy tom rolled over in his nest sleepily and yawned. The tom soon woke up, He wasn't that tired anyway and his mind was focussed on the scuffle. Why did hawkcry and batpaw fight like that? If that was a training session.... He thought in disgust. Then hawkcry shouldn't be a mentor but then again....its scorchstar's choice, whose mentor? Larkpelt added.

Gorsepaw-apprentice-12 moons-female-tagged: Thornpaw-

Sighing with relief, the female apprentice turned to Thornpaw. '' So again...what's up?'' The tabby asked once more as brightly as before but with a harsh tone of impatience. Flicking an ear, her golden gaze followed larkpelt as he slunk off before it travelled back to Scorchstar and Jackalhowl. Sighing, Gorsepaw turned to Thornpaw once more. '' Wonder what that scuffle was about? do you want to ask Batpaw later?!''