A N T
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Tinypaw(Egill) and Crowpaw ➹
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old
➹ Location : Outside the warriors den; Beside the fresh-kill pile ➷ Tags; Cactusfoot
and Larkpelt.. Now OPEN! ➹
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old
➹ Location : Outside the warriors den; Beside the fresh-kill pile ➷ Tags; Cactusfoot
and Larkpelt.. Now OPEN! ➹
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: At the Falls, heading home ➷ Tags; Halfpaw, OPEN! ➹
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: At the Falls, heading home ➷ Tags; Halfpaw, OPEN! ➹
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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.