PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[Dinolil1]

(I see. Thanks, I thought troutsplash's ceremony was done already!)

Larkpelt-17 moons-Warrior

Leaping at the mouse and swiftly ending its bleak life, Larkpelt noticed the sun was setting. Jumping out of his skin when Larkpelt realized the time, he nervously scanned his surroundings. No cats, no coyotes, no nothing. breathing a sigh of relief, the patchy warrior made his way back to camp. Upon entering it, Larkpelt left the mouse in the elder's den and scuttled back to his own den and his comfy nest. Laying in the dry moss, Larkpelt curled up but remained awake, wide awake.

Gorsepaw-12 moons-Apprentice-

The golden brown cat yawned and stared at the sky. The air was getting much colder, which for the moment was a relief from the blazing heat of the scorching sun. Gorsepaw saw Batpaw talking to Scorchstar. It seemed that he would be a warrior. Good for him she thought. Padding across the clearing, Gorsepaw took a small lizard from the preypile and settled down to eat. Crunching up the prey, Gorsepaw felt much better now that her belly was full.

(Sorry slap but I decided to move gorsepaw.)

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F L A R E P A W
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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.

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.."

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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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.

Patiently awaits.. ^^

[* Macey *]

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I give a small nod. "Of course, it is your choice." My next comment was something that I had been just itching to know. The thing that had started her duties temporarily to the elders. "Might I ask how the fight with the rouge went down? Did you see where he went?" I was surprised Flarepaw hasn't brought it up herself for boasting purposes. Rouges were usually vicious and cruel, but Flarwpaw had come from the fight without a scratch on her. Either Flarepaws fighting abilities were incredible, or the Rouge's were honestly terrible. I was personally hoping for the first choice.

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{Signature..?
I will be holding off on giving strikes until we move fully to the new thread.. But don't think that signatures will go unnoticed on this thread, guys. ^^;}

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Mossleap ➹
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Flarepaw was relieved that the silver tabby didn't press her further on the deputy topic. It wasn't something she wanted to discuss.. even with Mossleap. But her relief only lasted a heartbeat or so, because, right after, the persistent molly brought up the topic of Thorn.
Instinctively, the black she-cat tensed up and swept her tail anxiously across the sandy floor beneath her. She had to remind herself that only Spottedpaw, Batpaw, and Breezepaw knew of Thorn and what had really went down by the gorge, and that every other member of DesertClan assummed that she had beaten Thorn with a paw tied behind her back. The elegant youngster played off her suspicion with ease though, and she doubted that Mossleap even noticed the twinge of fear and anxiety that practically rippled across her spine and across her face.
Flarepaw waved a paw casually, swimming it in a circle and placing her usual snarky sneer on her face. "That ol' lump of jackal dung? Yeah, I sent him running to the hills.. or, in his case, the sorry hole he crawled out of. It was a pinch to defeat him - he did;t even put up a fight! He knew that he was beaten.. by none other than me, of course."

[Dinolil1]

(Gorsepaw is open)

Gorsepaw-female-12 moons-apprentice

The golden tabby yawned in boredom. '' Honestly, Boredom will kill me'' She muttered gloomily. Looking around camp for any cat to talk to, Gorsepaw saw Flarepaw and Mossleap but wondered if it would seem rude if she just butted in? Nah! Gorsepaw bounded over to the silver tabby and black apprentice. '' hey guys...Sorry if I interrupted'' Gorsepaw mewed, Her amber eyes flitting between Mossleap and Flarepaw....oh, flarepaw, So lucky to have Scorchstar as her father! She thought.

[* Macey *]

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My eyes spark with amusement at the younger Molly. "Did you say hole?" I flick my tail slightly, as the cool breeze brushes through my pelt. It would be night soon, and everyone in the desert knew that night brought Coyotes. "Well if he is as easy to fight as you claim, why don't we drive him off now? We have a little bit before the sun sets completely, which would be plenty of time to drive him off our territory for good." I stand and give my short-haired pelt a shake. "Come on. We must hurry if we want to leave before you father notices."

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Mossleap and Gorsepaw ➹
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Flarepaw heard Gorsepaw bound over, and flicked her tail in brief annoyance.. Who was the tabby molly to come strolling up to her and Mossleap so casually? Who did she think she was, butting into their conversation like that..? The oriental shorthair sorted disdainfully and flicked her tail as the fellow apprentice padded over, and then turned her back on Gorsepaw to face the silver tabby before her. I've honestly never really liked Gorsepaw anyway.. I could care less what she thinks of me, and I certainly don't want her in my conversation!.. Maybe if I ignore her she'll trot off and go irk some other cat.
She addressed the warrior with widened eyes when she heard how she wanted to go bounding off in search of Thorn. No! I cannot allow her to bum into him by accident! She must stay here - if I get dragged into this, I'll never hear the end of it! Keeping her voice composed and calm, Flarepaw mewed, trying to sound goodnatured and cool though really she was nervous as a hare, "Nah, I'd rather not.. Word has it the deputy will be picked tonight, plus, it's getting late, and I don't think my father would take kindly to me sneaking out.. again. The last thing I want is to be caught and have to have elder duty. Why don't we just stay here for now?"

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Gorsepaw-12 moons-apprentice-female

A little taken aback at Flarepaw's rude ignorance. With a flick of her tail, Gorsepaw turned away from Flarepaw and Mossleap, and instead padded away. Althought She did spare a little time to utter something horrid about flarepaw. '' Just typical of a leader's daughter. Such a brat'' The golden she-cat smiled at those words. It made her feel better. Gorsepaw walked off with her head held high. But not for long. She was still bored.

[* Macey *]

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I look after Gorsepaw with a bit of disappointment. The apprentice had attempted to interrupt our conversation, and when Flarepaw hadn't acknowledged her presence, she'd called her a brat. I give a small nod, but my gaze is slightly confused. "You were never one to turn down an adventure Flarepaw. Is something eating at you?" Try as I might to read her social cues, it seems rather hopeless. Flarepaw's voice is steady and her pelt lays flat on her frame. I silently take a seat next to the apprentice.