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[canadianhowl]

[[ I'll reply to my other posts soon. ]]

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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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➳xThe small males dark blue eyes widen even more. He knew where this was going and he had to do something. "G-Guys, don't fight please. I don't want to see a-any fights." Tinypaw stammered as he padded in between the two she cats with his ears laid back and his fluffy kitten fur rising at a slow pace. He never liked fights and of coarse he didn't want to break down in front of his crush and a cat he was starting to look up to. Tinypaw didn't want to seem weak and of coarse he knew that he would never get the last of it. His eyes darted back and forward from one she cat to the other. "Just, d-don't fight." He murmered out again with a small whimper in his tone. His face was soften and his eyes had that glossy shine to it indicating he was going to break down. He swore that if they started fighting he would immediately just run off, like the small cat usually does. Why must he be so weak that he crashes down easily? Why couldn't he be happy? Tinypaw would never know untill he could find that piece of him that would give him a hope in life to see that this would wasn't cruel. Just listen to me, please. Tinypaw thought as he gave a whimper sound without speaking any words.

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw broke her icy glare with Ant and looked at Tinypaw. "Tinypaw," she mewed softly. "Let's just go home, okay?" She cast one last glare at Ant. "If this rogue won't leave, that's her problem. She brushed her cheek against his. The sky was darkening anyway, and no one could fight in the dark. They'd go home and sleep. She sat down, waiting for his response, and, to be honest, Ant's as well.

[deftonesly]

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.."

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Mossleap ➹
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The moly's oversized ears that where too massive for her skinny head perked as she heard Mossleap approach. She paused in her prenning and set her paw down as the silver tabby sidled up to her and politely asked how she was. Flarepaw noted the weird look that the she-cat was giving her, and the fiery, arrogant oriental shorthair shot Mossleap a look of slight confusion - a message that was communicated without words.
Usually the ebony female could tell what the tabby was thinking. After all, Mossleap had been like her mother - or rather, aunt - so Flarepaw was usually good at reading her emotions after growing up with her. But she couldn't decipher why she was looking at her so strangely, so she let it be. The emerald-eyed cat's eyes locked with Mossleap's, and she smiled faintly, "I'm fine.. I just got back from the Falls after tending to Noeyes' ticks.. Ugh!"

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Tinypaw and Crowpaw ➹
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The black molly's meant-to-be-hurtful words just whizzed through one of Ant's ears and throughout the other. Cats had hurled numerous insults at her calm, composed, skinny face before, so having a small molly like the DesertClan cat before her spit at her didn't make her fur rise, tail lash, eyes narrow, or lips peel back. The underfed rouge had been called many things before, and kitty pet - which meant house cat, obviously - was one she'd heard before. The Abyssinian, unlike any ordinary cat would do, curled her tail into the air and over her back - a gesture that suggested wry amusement.
I need to back down. I know when I'm defeated, and the last thing I want is to get wrapped up into matters with this Clan.. I want nothing to do with them whatsoever, and attacking this female will only make me their enemy.. a cat that they want to settle old scores with. No, I know when I must turn the other cheek and leave. As cowardice as turning tail may seem, in my eyes, it is much better than being turned over to their boss..
Ant inched backward a few paces, her whiplike tail still kinked over her back and a soft, unwavering, and slightly disturbing smile scrawling across her maw. She murmured, "Oh no, I was just leaving. Like I said before, I stumbled upon the.. lot of you by complete mistake." She trailed off, swinging her thin head from the angry she-cat to Tinypaw.. But eventually her golden gaze came to rest on the she-cat again. "And, oh, honey, the last thing I want is to mess up that pretty little face of yours.. It would be a shame if I.." She raised a tentative paw and, reaching forward, lightly touched the cat's cheek. "Mutilated it, wouldn't it? And I doubt your friend here would approve."
Ant backed away, wanting to guffaw at the cat's startled and furious expression at the rogue's touch. "I'll be on my way now," She nodded to Tinypaw, then lastly to the black, bristling molly. "It was nice to meet both of you, as well. I'm sure we will meet again sometime." Then, the skinny, nimble she-cat began to saunter away, whisking her tail and strutting off with her elegant head held cockily high.
And she didn't look back. If anything, she'd already moved on and forgotten about the two cats. Now she desired food to feed her caterwauling belly!

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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Keep your head down, keep your head down, keep your head down, you idiot! Jackalhowl thought, chomping on his desert turtle as casually as he could. Why must I let cats ruffle my fur in such a way? And why toms, for that matter? I shouldn't let someone - someone I hardly know, even - have so much control over me.. Wake up, Jackalhowl, you flea-brained piece of scat! Wake up!
But all thoughts of staying calm cool and collected before Russetstorm dissipated like fog meeting the blazing sun when the russet, muscular brute settled down beside the long-furred main coon. He heard the warrior begin to eat, and even still, a word had not passed between the toms. Not even a greeting of sorts.
After swallowing a particularly fleshy piece of his meal, Jackalhowl murmured, his voice holding more than its usual timidness and shyness in it, as he was starting the conversation for once in his life, "H-hi, Russetstorm. What have you been up to today?" What am I doing? I sound so desperate and I sound like a creep.. He laughed nervously, and his paws began to sweat as he anxiously shuffled them.

{Cute lil bisexual nerd.. His gayness is so obvious though.. Poor bab!}

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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 Batpaw'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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M O S S L E A P
S h e c a t
3 4 M o o n s
T a g s; F l a r e p a w

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I note the smaller Molly's confused gaze, and I quickly push my matchmaking to the side. I give a warm purr at her comment. "If only ticks would just fall off without mouse bile." I slightly wrinkle my nose in disgust at the thought of the horrendous stuff. I struggle to find words to continue our conversation. An idea strikes my head. "Who do you think your father will choose as his deputy?" My curiosity had gotten the better of me, and I honestly wanted to hear Her opinion. I was personally hoping for Troutsplash. The Tom had proven his loyalty time and time again, and I felt he would make an amazing deputy.

[deftonesly]

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Mossleap ➹
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"Yeah.. If only," Flarepaw mewed, chuckling a tad at the silver tabby's little joke. At the sudden change of subject, the oriental shorthair paused and ceased in her light laughter to think on who the deputy could possibly be.. DesertClan hadn't had a deputy for the longest time, not since their last one, Cobrastrike, had passed due to an ironic run-in with a cobra. Depressing.
The emerald-eyed molly cast her wide gaze about, and her keen eyes eventually spotted Troutsplash, across the clearing, by the Oasis. She raised a skinny, angular paw and pointed it at the grey and brown tabby cat.. Something about Troutsplash screamed discipline, sincerity, dedication and overall the most desirable qualities of being a deputy. "Him - there's not other cat in the Clan that is as loyal and respected as Troutsplash." She lifted her lips back from her curved, perfectly white teeth, impishly grinning at Mossleap. "I'm willing to bet my very own liver that he'll be appointed deputy."

[* Macey *]

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I smile at her enthusiasm. "I would have to agree with you on that. But may I ask, that regardless of Scorchstar's decision, you keep all of you organs inside your body?" I enjoy conversing with Flarepaw, for the radiant personality shining in her eyes reminds me distinctly of her mother. I admired that she wasn't acting shy, as my brother often had. The white tip of my tail flips from side to side behind me, as I give an amused purr at my own joke.
"Would you want to possibly become deputy some day?" I knew that our leader surely wanted his daughter to follow in his pawsteps, but for the apprentice to become deputy when she came of age, the current deputy had to pass. A small shudder went through me at the thought. I hated to think of anymore death among or clan, especially if it was a deputy, considering the death of Cobrastrike.

[Oliverstorm]

Russetstorm's ear twitched whenever words were spoken to him and swallowed his mouthful, tail swishing side to side over the dust, sifting it and having some catch onto the ends of his fur. "Today? I went hunting and did border patrols, nothing major." The tom spoke and scratched behind an ear, seeming oblivious to Jackalhowl's discomfort and awkwardness of sitting next to him. He paused when he heard small pawsteps and squeaking, Stripekit darting up to the two warriors. "Teach me an attack!" He purred and batted at Jackalhowl's belly, barely getting past his thick belly fur with his tiny claws.

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.

[deftonesly]

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Mossleap ➹
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"You can count on it, then. Wouldn't want to roll over and die, now, would I?" Flarepaw's grin stretched wider across her skinny face, and her bat-like ears were raised with wry amusement. But her massive ears lower and the grin is almost completely erased when she brings up the sore subject of her - very unlikely - future deputyship. For a moment, the elegant, black cat lapsed into silence, and she simply stared across the Oasis, beyond even that, towards the rolling dunes that crested across the landscape.
She had to admit.. she had indeed considered becoming deputy and taking Scorchstar's place. It was a thing that often crossed her mind, due to her father's constant nagging about how incompetent she was when it came to Clan duties and the like. Flarestar.. the oriental shorthair thought, her chest puffing a tad with pride without her telling to to do so. Yeah, in my dreams!.. What Scorchstar said to me yesterday when Batpaw tattled on me.. That.. that will not be easily forgotten. I know he expects more of me, but it is clear that i'll never be able to live up to the high standards he's set for me. StarClan has set my feet on a different path - I just know it! But.. at the same time, the last thing I want to do is let Scorchstar down. If I don't become leader, I'll be breaking the tradition of our family!
At some point, Flarepaw flicked her tail and shoved her dark thoughts from her mind. She mewed, "Meh, I've thought about it.. But I'm not completely sure that that is what i want in the future. Just look at my father! He's so busy nowadays with rogue and loners and Clan matters!" She snorted, wrinkling her thin muzzle and trying to enlighten the moment. "Trust me, Mossleap, that's the last thing I desire for my future, having to work my paws off every day."

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 and Stripekit ➹
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Jackalhowl's day had already taken a turn for the worse far before Russetstorm had showed up.. what with the rain and witnessing Batpaw and Hawkcry duke it out. But now that the strongest and most handsome warrior was pinning him down with his paws against his chest? The main coon couldn't possibly see how things could go more wrong!
He'd simply been enjoying his turtle, awkwardly, until he too had heard Stripekit bounce on over and inquire battle tactics. The mottled tabby cat had wanted to scream his outrage to the little scrap of fur, as he'd disturbed the already-uncomfortable moment between the two toms. In the blink of an eye, Russetstorm's red pelt had been thrust upon him, and never before had the bisexual tom been more flustered!
He was so stunned, all he could do was simply stare up at the tomcat with wide, yellow-green eyes and his mouth slightly agape in confusion as well as embarrassment. Then, his sluggish mind told him to play along, so after the warriors claws had unsuccessfully attempted to infiltrate his fluffy pelt, the brawny, massive cat took action. Using an old but still useful move, he worked his long legs beneath Russetstorm's belly, and, with a grunt, thrusted the tom off of him in one quick, fluid motion.

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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
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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.."

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Tinypaw and Crowpaw ➹
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The black molly's meant-to-be-hurtful words just whizzed through one of Ant's ears and throughout the other. Cats had hurled numerous insults at her calm, composed, skinny face before, so having a small molly like the DesertClan cat before her spit at her didn't make her fur rise, tail lash, eyes narrow, or lips peel back. The underfed rouge had been called many things before, and kitty pet - which meant house cat, obviously - was one she'd heard before. The Abyssinian, unlike any ordinary cat would do, curled her tail into the air and over her back - a gesture that suggested wry amusement.
I need to back down. I know when I'm defeated, and the last thing I want is to get wrapped up into matters with this Clan.. I want nothing to do with them whatsoever, and attacking this female will only make me their enemy.. a cat that they want to settle old scores with. No, I know when I must turn the other cheek and leave. As cowardice as turning tail may seem, in my eyes, it is much better than being turned over to their boss..
Ant inched backward a few paces, her whiplike tail still kinked over her back and a soft, unwavering, and slightly disturbing smile scrawling across her maw. She murmured, "Oh no, I was just leaving. Like I said before, I stumbled upon the.. lot of you by complete mistake." She trailed off, swinging her thin head from the angry she-cat to Tinypaw.. But eventually her golden gaze came to rest on the she-cat again. "And, oh, honey, the last thing I want is to mess up that pretty little face of yours.. It would be a shame if I.." She raised a tentative paw and, reaching forward, lightly touched the cat's cheek. "Mutilated it, wouldn't it? And I doubt your friend here would approve."
Ant backed away, wanting to guffaw at the cat's startled and furious expression at the rogue's touch. "I'll be on my way now," She nodded to Tinypaw, then lastly to the black, bristling molly. "It was nice to meet both of you, as well. I'm sure we will meet again sometime." Then, the skinny, nimble she-cat began to saunter away, whisking her tail and strutting off with her elegant head held cockily high.
And she didn't look back. If anything, she'd already moved on and forgotten about the two cats. Now she desired food to feed her caterwauling belly!

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 Batpaw'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; inside medicine cat den ➷ Tags; Softberry ➹
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When the molly didn't push him on what had happened between him and Batpaw further, Hawkcry decided not to reveal anything about the skirmish. Hawkcry shrugged a little, smiling faintly as well as cheekily at the older cat, though deep inside his blood still pulsed with rage against Scorchstar and the punishment he'd given the dark tabby.. And that ire grew ever more, especially once the medicine cat had brought it up so innocently.
Regardless of this, the muscular, stocky brute slipped into the den after her, finding it hard, though, to squeeze his bulk inside the tunnel in the sandy earth. He sat down with a bit of a groan and cursed bitterly when she had his back turned to him, fetching the herbs, as blood had spilled from his shoulder wound and onto the den floor. Already, the pale blue-eyed cat could sense bruises beginning to form on his underbelly and flanks, where Batpaw had pummeled him so mercilessly. Despite being blind, he put up one good fight.. Hawkcry thought as Softberry began to, once again, apply some herbal paste onto him. He gritted his teeth through the blazing pain that the medicine brought him, but let not a single peep escape his clenched maw.

[Dinolil1]

(Recap please. Sorry I was inactive for the time being but school got in the way and I could only be on my kindle fire which I am terrible at typing on!)

[deftonesly]

{Honestly, next to nothing has happened since you have been absent XD}