PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[deftonesly]

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Tinypaw(Egill) and Crowpaw ➹
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Well, it looks as if I've got Tinypaw ensnared in my grip like a starving tortoise to cactus water.. But.. What of the black molly behind him? Ant noticed the she-cat, who looked about the same age, and saw the annoyed, hostile, and belligerent look in those cold, icy blue eyes of hers. The Abyssinian rogue threw a little smile her way before leaning down to hear the mostly-white cat's whisper in her ear. "Oh, how unfortunate.. Yes," The molly lied a little then about her past just to make Tinypaw feel a tad better, "I was the smallest in my litter too. Egill it is then! Much easier to pronounce and much less insulting, isn't it? I wonder why the cat in charge would ever give you the beginning of a name such as "tiny"! That's rather unjust.."
Of course, right then and there and so coincidentally, the ebony female strutted forward between her and Egill, eyes narrowed, teeth bared in the beginnings of a snarl, and claws unsheathed. The more arrogant side of ant chuckled at this - You think you can beat me? You think your boss can beat me? You have no idea, little one, what I've gone through and how much physical and emotional pain of endured. Sure, I don't have my claws, but wit and words alone will be enough to send you back to your mother's side..
Ant let a little snort seep out, not knowing what must be done, and now viewing the black molly's weak point. The bony, dust-colored rogue swept past Tinypaw and began to circle the molly, all the while, as she spoke, keeping her tone sweet and light, "Ooohh, someone's got an attitude today.. Did you wake up on the wrong side of your nest, young'n?" Ant flicked her ears, still circling around the smaller molly, as an unsettling grin began to inch its way across her face. She lightly, no, not so lightly, more like swatted, at the black cat with her whiplike tail once, twice, before adding, a little more bitterness in her tone, "You claim that you will report me to your leader? That you will take me in so that he can take me down? Are you sure it isn't something else that is guiding you to be so.. heartless and cruel to a poor, underfed rogue like me?" The golden-eyed molly leaned in close, and whispered in the cat's ear, snarkily, "Are you sure your love for young Tinypaw isn't blinding you? I could see the jealousy in those blue eyes of yours from miles away.. What's the matter, then? Don't like that I was flirting with your.. significant other?"

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; 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.

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, heading home ➷ Tags; Halfpaw, OPEN! ➹
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Flarepaw 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.

[yeeee.]

Batpaw wasn't sure what the next emotion was. Upon calling the names and greeted by silence, the ebony tom knew they weren't there. It bothered him enough that the smell of herbs blocked his sense of smell, not to mention the throbbing headache - owed to being sat on - made it almost impossible to focus on any one sound. Yet with Hawkcry perhaps being one of the heaviest cats there, the petite tom could hear him; just loud enough to alert the apprentice that as he had originally suspected, Hawkcry had made his way straight to the medicine cat's den. Just his rotten luck. And although it was a pathetic, weakling's point of view, Batpaw was sure for now Hawkcry would remain silent, for Scorchstar was still somewhere near by; Batpaw wasn't sure where, but knew that he was. So now, his main problem was his urge to go into that den and unleash his full fury on everything inanimate and animate in that den. So, not only does Hawkcry reveal all things wrong with myself and escapes with a pathetic punishment - nothing is good enough for what he did - Softberry can be there for rogues, but not myself?! When the sunburnt scrap arrived she was there, and even when the crazy brown kit did she was too, with Tinypaw. Where are they?!

Sheathing his long, hooked claws and flexing them into the dirt, Batpaw began to shake again, this time with not rage - more so disbelief, mixed in with a reverent rage and hatred that had seemed to radiate from his pelt, as it had for the past few minutes. But the pain from his wounds quickly reminded him that he was still a meager scrap. His filmy eyes rolled again, and in that 'wave' of newly found depression, Batpaw's first rational thought came. Horsetail. Fresh Horsetail from near the Oasis. That's used for cuts and preventing illness - I can treat myself. For my headache, poppy seeds. I don't need a bunch of cats that can't even bother to be here for their own clan. At least some good came out of that Dark Forest place he used to know as home. Just as Batpaw was about to enter the den, sheathing his claws once more, Scorchstar's powerful voice pierced his eardrums. Freezing, the petite tom flickered his ears back, doing his best to keep from biting his tongue 'till it bled, but failing. A somewhat series matter? His massive ears flattened. Does that mean you saw me defeated, hesitant, and decided to make me an elder like Noeyes is? And it's only somewhat serious because I should've known it all along? On a self-beating spree, Batpaw could only nod numbly. Then, it occurred to him; this was the leader. Nodding was disrespectful, even if he was about to receive the worst news of his life. "It's fine, your not interrupting anything, since they obviously aren't there-" Batpaw cut off from his hardly loud-enough sentence as he heard Softberry come up behind him. Noting the harshness in Softberry's voice, the ebony tom immediately huffed then, followed by a wince. Angry now because you have to treat me? Is that it? But Batpaw inhaled deeply, keeping his maw shut He had to get away from these cats, had to clear his head for whatever Scorchstar was about to bestow on him. So the tall tom began to pad towards the camp entrance, noting that not many cats were exiting due to nightfall - a decent place to talk. Right?

Tagged ;; Scorchstar

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Mistcloud heard yowling that quickly grew louder - it sounded like a coyote mauling something. After falling, the large tom had decided to take a rest - after all, if he didn't have to, he wouldn't push his leg. Lifting his head, the older tom blinked open his jade open and lifted his head, laying there for a few moments. When the silence fell, Mistcloud decided to investigate and make sure everyone was alright, because in all honesty, the silence unnerved him more than the yowling - the silence was too abrupt. Sometimes warriors truly got into their sparring - if it was any other type of strife, he would've known, because someone would've sounded the alarm. But, still, something was amiss, even if it wasn't major. Probably some clan drama they truly didn't need, with all of the rogues out deciding to pay a visit. Now, they needed to be united more than ever, so Mistcloud dragged his tail out of bed I'd better go see what's going on. Standing up and stretching, the older warrior sat and began to lick his curly pelt clean, before finally exiting the den. The sun was burning low - it was beyond him why most were awake. Maybe it was time to decide upon deputy?

But Mistcloud didn't get much further than that. Seeing Scorchstar's angry stare and Hawkcry's attitude, not to mention Batpaw staggering around like he'd gotten into some deathberries let him know it was indeed clan drama. Experiences had taught him that poking at a raw wound only drew him in and made him part of the infection, so he padded into the medicine cat's den. Spotting Flowertail, the older warrior smiled, although he knew his jade eyes reflected his worry. "Hey Flowertail," he mewed, padding over to her nest and sitting. "How are you feeling?"

Tagged ;; Flowertail

{Could I have a repost for Snow?}

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw took a deep, shaky breath, trying to calm herself down. She hardly flinched when Ant swatted her. "I've had enough of you rogues! she growled, back arching. "I don't care if you were flirting with the leader himself! I just want you out. Of. Here." Crowpaw snarled at the tall molly. "You may be twice my size, but I know I can take you and beat you." Her unsheathed claws made trails in the sand as she paced back and forth, tail lashing. She didn't actually think she could beat this new-found enemy, but she let Ant think she could. Based on her enemy's reaction, Crowpaw might have something to use against her. She let Ant's comment about Tinypaw bounce right off of her- she didn't care right now.

[Oliverstorm]

Russetstorm (mobile)

The large Tom had peeled away from Troutsplash and the patrol whenever they arrived at camp, they probably wouldn't need him to deal with a pregnant rogue. If anything she needed a queen or medicine cat, not a warrior. His paws found himself standing by a clanmate he didn't know so well, Jackalhowl. The older warrior paid him no mind and looked at the options, eventually settling on a small bird and stepping back. His gaze landed briefly onto the younger and closed his eyes when turning away, russet pelt tips glinting with the burning setting sun. (so handsome)

[WildlingQueen]

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.

Dustspeck

Dustspeck felt content next to Lizardfang as she curled against him and drifted to sleep. He looked up from grooming her and stared out at the darkness of the night. Everything had changed for him so quickly and suddenly, he may even be a father. His heart raced at the thought of his own kits. He couldn't help the joy that sprung from his heart as he thought of raising strong warriors for the clan. Would his mother be proud of him now if she could see him? Is this the life he was always meant to live? He wished he could stay here forever, but tomorrow would bring another day of hassling with Clan chores but he couldn't complain. It was the clan who had saved him from his sister. The clan who had raised him as a warrior... as if he had always been one of their own. The clan who had brought Lizardfang to him. -When Lizardfang has kits could I be a tom?-

-Also when are we moving over to the new RP? Just curious haha

[! october]

[[@Emily + Alison; Scorchstar needs to finish talking with Batpaw, Shiver needs to be introduced to Scorchstar, and Troutsplash will be made deputy- once those few things have been completed, then the RP will switch over. [Beginning a new day for the cats. c:]]]

[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"Exactly. The clan had to name me after the thing that brings me pain. My father and my sisters hated me but not my mother untill a coyote attacked us and they left me behind since they thought I could run for myself. No I couldn't." Tinypaw meowed with a small quiver in his tone which was a sign that he was going to break down soon. To be honest he liked that Ant was comforting him and he still didn't tell that she was lying to him. He usually could tell right on spot but not with this she cat. That's when it hit him. A cat actually knew what he was going through and cares for him. Tinypaw had a bit of trouble letting that sink in but once it did he felt a bit more happier then before knowing a cat could possibly help him get though his anger and pain. He was then snapped out of that thought when Crowpaw and Ant started to fight. He was ready to help and of those cats out if there was bloodshed. Immediately if there was he would go into the fight and try to seperate them up for he hated fighting and if they tried to soothe him if he did break down then that wouldn't help the situation with him either. He had an empty cold heart that always rejected love though he was now struggling with it. He never liked it because it would always leave at the greatest points or either just drop dead.

[WildlingQueen]

-Thank you Red October!-

[Oliverstorm]

Aloewatcher let out a tired yawn and she flicked an ear, seeing the blood red sky fading to darkness. The deputy ceremony would be happening soon. The pale warrior had been hunting during the day and came back now. Settling down outside of her den, the thin-furred Molly closed her eyes to relax. Tonight the whole Clan should sleep well - it had been a hectic few moons with little rest. (Open)

[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 for APH Canada.