PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[deftonesly]

{No. It is nearly nighttime, and cats should be heading back to camp for the ceremony..}

[* Macey *]

((@tri Should I make Thorn sneak out to Find Flarepaw tonight? I known that we were planning for tomorrow, but I just thought it couldn't hurt to ask.))

[deftonesly]

{Sure. That's fine.}

[* Macey *]

{Ok. Once the sun goes down he'll seek her out.}

[deftonesly]

{Sounds good. ^^ But, oh, Macey? The sun is going down and it is nearly nighttime.. XD
On another note, I finally got my lazy butt to type some stuff! ;o;}

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' 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." Noeyes 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.."

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; DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; 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. Once inside the camp and away from the wild, unruly realm outside, Flarepaw's emerald gaze swung about, trying to decipher what she'd missed while she'd been out. The black molly scented Spottedpaw, so she knew her friend must have finally returned with Cactusfoot's and Noeyes' moss.. but she couldn't spot the dappled molly anywhere. Trying to act casual as per usual, Flarepaw sat down on her shaking haunches - which were still quivering from her sprinting - and ran a sleek paw across her still-damp ears and whiskers.
Hopefully no cat would notice her absence..

A N T
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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 ears, acknowledging Tinypaw's sad response and brief summary of his life... But she was facing the ebony female before her, still calm and cool and collected as ever, while the younger molly was spitting in her face, so she couldn't comfort the tiny cat. Never turn your back on an enemy.. Though I wouldn't like to call this cat my enemy, she may very well attack me if I turn my back on her. An arrogant she-cat that wants to impress, that's what she is.. But if she wants to be a show-off, then who is she showing off her capabilities to? Peculiar.. I've faced many hostile cats in my lifetime, but I've done nothing wrong in this situation. Maybe brush my tail gently along her side, but that is all. Touchy, touchy, touchy. Why get so worked up over a simple, underfed rogue being so close to your camp?
The Abyssinian purred smoothly, stoping in her circling around the icy-eyed female and making direct eye contact with her - golden eyes met cold, blue ones, "Oh, you've got it all wrong now. I'm not the enemy here.. Nor do I wish to be attacked. That was not my intention. The last thing I want to do is to become a martyr .. I won't be attacked or be potentially killed by a she-cat that is surely bound to beat me.."
There's the sugar, Ant! If I want to get out of this prickly mess, then I'll have to use my wit. All I need to do is appeal to her for now. If she decides to attack, then I definitely won't have the advantage. But then again, while this cat's got her teeth and her claws.. I have my whip-like tail and sharpened fangs. It would be a reasonably fair fight.. But I know I would come out on top. No cat can ever withstand the force of my full-on tail-whack..
Ant narrowed her eyes a little as she awaited the ebony Clan cat's response. With or without my claws.. If you decide to fight, you will lose, young one.

J A C K A L H O W L
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➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old
➹ Location : Beside the fresh-kill pile ➷ Tags; Russetstorm ➹
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The massive, fluffy main coon had just managed to crack the turtle's shell on a nearby rock when he spotted Russetstorm - one of the finest and most desirable toms in the Clan - trot over to the fresh-kill pile. Keeping his yellow-green gaze lowered almost submissively as the russet tom passed and as Jackalhowl got a whiff of his sweet scent, he slowly began to rip apart the turtle. He was somewhat elegant, despite his big jaws and teeth, and gentle when he ate - the mottled cat was not one for messy eating, and certainly didn't want to embarrass himself before Russetstorm!
Afraid that his words of greeting would come out all wrong, Jackalhowl kept quiet and kept his gaze on the dead turtle's meat at his paws.. He couldn't stop himself from glancing up once or twice at the fellow warrior. But quickly averted his stare back to his food at the sight of the brute's long fur rippling in the wind and his eyes gleaming in the setting sun.

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 tilted his head at Bateau's slightly confrontational tone of voice, but dismissed the little hint of disrespect, deciding that he'd let it slide considering what he'd been through today. He padded off, towards the camp entrance, away from Hawkcry - who was watching them suspiciously as well as curiously through his cold eyes. He settled himself before the ebony tom, relieved that he had followed him without question. "So.. What I needed to speak with you about is your warrior ceremony.. You of course know that the age an apprentice becomes a warrior is fifteen moons, which has led me to make the decision to make you a warrior of DesertClan very soon." He saw the ebony tom's filmy eyes widen with excitement, say his fur bristle despite the blood running down his slashed cheek, and that gave the tall orange tabby a sense of happiness and faith in himself. It is a good decision to make Batpaw a warrior.. The cat's gone through a terrible ordeal with Hawkcry, and has, overall, had a rough life in DesertClan since we found him abound as a youngling.. He deserves this.. And I've been putting it off for too long. Batpaw is a fine cat, if not temperamental and grouchy at times, and I'm sure he'll do DesertClan well. I hope that he knows that I don't request giving him his ceremony at long last out of pity for him.. If he takes this the wrong way, he's sure to blow.
I must tread carefully.

H A W K C R Y
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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 31 moons old ➹
Location: Outside the medicine cat den ➷ Tags; Batpaw, Scorchstar, and Softberry ➹
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Hawkcry watched Scorchstar usher the bedraggled, bloodied apprentice away.. The dark tabby surely didn't miss the hint of warning in Scorchstar's narrowed green eyes when he glanced his way. It was clear that the oriental shorthair didn't want the self-absorbed tomcat to listen in, so he tuned out on whatever it was they were talking about. Hawkcry knew that it very well could have something to do with him.. but after being publicly sentenced to serving Softberry for the next two months? Nothing that popped out of the lanky, long-legged cat's maw could faze the muscular brute.
At that moment, the powerful scent of herbs washed over the pale blue-eyed tom, and he tilted his broad head to his left, seeing Softberry and relaxing a bit. Hawkcry said, a little truffle and almost confrontationally, "Good evening, Softberry. As you probably expected, I've reopened these foxhearted wounds again.." He said the curse word "foxhearted" with particular bitterness. "So I've come to be treated again. I'm assuming you'd also like to full story as to what's going on?"
But the real question is... Where as she been? And where is Tinypaw? Why are both of our medicine cats suddenly growing so detached from our Clan? Queer.. I wonder if I should probe her about it? He flicked his stumpy, mangled ear that the white rogue had mauled, deep in thought as he looked over the long-furred, older molly.. trying to decipher what she'd been up to. Meh, I guess questioning her can wait. After all, we will be spending the next two moons in one another's company. Interrogations will become a thing of the future. Still.. there's something off here. I know that for sure.

[* Macey *]

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I swish my silver tabby tail behind me as I scan the large clearing before me. With a small purr of joy I spot a farmiliar Molly. I casually stand to cross the clearing. I take a seat roughly a tail-length from the young cat in a small attempt to avoid pressuring her. "Hello Flarepaw. How are you?" Now that I'm beside Flarepaw I remember recently when I've spotted Breezepaw glancing the Female's way. How could u have been so clueless?! He likes her, of course he does! Now my friendly purr has shifted to an amused one. I'm sure Breezepaw would be very happy with Flarepaw. I make a mental note in the back of my mind to question the apprentice about her own thoughts on the tom.
As I wait for the Flarepaw to respond, I look around the clearing yet again. Little has changed since my arrival not long ago. Now that Snow was gone, I felt a burden had be lifted off my shoulders. Scorchstar will be proud. I puff my chest out slightly at the thought. I've always been eager to please the mate of my lost friend, and always attempted to hide my own affections for the Tom, but I'm sure a little had seeped through. With another glance at Flarepaw, a bit of grief strikes me. Sandfur would want her to be happy.

[deftonesly]

{Before I respond, I'll be striking you, Macey.. Above, in two posts, you didn't disable your signature! ^^}

[* Macey *]

{Gah, I'm really sorry. Those were both posts I was typing in the 'Quick Reply' section. Ill try to pay closer attention in the future.}

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw hissed angrily at Ant. "If you don't want to be attacked, why are you still here?" she asked. The way Ant was speaking made it a bit obvious that she wasn't a force to be reckoned with. If Crowpaw was going to attack her, she needed to find a weakness first. "Why don't you just run back to you two-legs, kittypet?" Whether or not Ant was a kittypet, it was an insult nonetheless. Crowpaw would get this rogue out of here, but she didn't want to get in a fight she couldn't win. Crowpaw stopped pacing, sitting calmly in the still warm sand. She sheathed her claws, and loosened her tense body. She forced her fur to lie flat as she gazed, still angry, into the rogues eyes.

[Oliverstorm]

Russetstorm felt a gaze on him for a few moments at a time but decided to pay no mind, sometimes cats just looked at him. Flicking an ear while gazing over what there was to eat, the massive tom decided on a small desert mouse and backed away with it swinging from its tail in his jaws, surveying somewhere to eat. His paws lead him to sit and then lay down beside Jackalhowl, seeing as if they sat together, it would save more space. The small bones of the prey crunched in his jaws while he ate, purring at the nice feeling of his stomach full.

Softberry angled her ears and excused herself from Batpaw and Scorchstar, pausing in front of Hawkcry and huffing out a sigh. Nothing seemed to be ruffling the medicine cat's fur. "Again? Well, wounds are more important than keeping stock. Besides, with you helping me along with my apprentice, I'm sure we'll be restocked again soon." Slipping to the back of the den, the thick furred molly emerged back out with some burdock root, horsetail, and cobwebs. "These will have to make due - the same treatment, just split between two herbs." Taking a seat in front of the injured warrior, Softberry began to treat the new and reopened wounds with care, steady claws moving with experienced practice.