PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[Oliverstorm]

Russetstorm twisted his body in the air when thrown off and landed on his paws, neck fur fluffed naturally from being in a scrap. His long, thick tail whipped from side to side while Stripekit looked on with amazement, the tiny kit crouching down and wriggling his small body to and fro as if to mock them both at once. The larger warrior flicked an ear while sizing up what 'battle' was in front of him, and then pivoted on one paw and hit his flank into Jackalhowl's, accidentally unsteadying himself as well as his clanmate. Staggering to regain his balance, the russet-furred tom crouched a little in anticipation.

Softberry could practically feel the steam coming from Hawkcry's ears but paid no mind, usually warriors were rather salty when they had to visit the medicine cat's den for a bitter defeat. Well, at least the brute would learn something for being here for two moons - perhaps he could act as a temporary healer on the battlefield if absolutely necessary. Though warriors would be warriors and claws unsheathed on an enemy would always seem more important than on cobwebs. At least he's a respectable warrior most of the time and does as he is told. The thick furred molly thought, her pale eyes narrowed in thought while she worked on the injuries on the larger cat. "How did this even initiate? A training session gone awry?"

[! october]

Rainwhisper; blue-grey molly ; warrior ; 32 moons ; outside of camp ; tagged: open! (Ant?)

Rainwhisper was not having a fantastic day.
It had begun with the stormy molly checking in on her father, who had not been in an amiable mood that morning. Cruel words had been laid upon her, despite Cactusfoot's usual care for his smaller daughter, and the old tom's 'it would be better if I could just move on to Starclan now' attitude had left a sick feeling in Rainwhisper's belly that ended up lasting throughout the day. Cactusfoot, of course, would likely be fine tomorrow, and apologies would be given. Rainwhisper had spotted the elder speaking with some warriors earlier that evening, and he had already seemed to be doing better.
His daughter, however, wasn't recovering so quickly. Though the she-cat knew that things weren't her fault, that cats grow old and that's just the way life goes, she felt as if the weight of the world rested on her slim shoulders. She wanted so badly for the remainder of Cactusfoot's life to be happy, for him to be comfortable and for his daughters to make him proud. More and more lately, unfortunately, it felt as if the elder was slipping away. His mood changes and random depressive spells were taking a toll on his ever loyal daughter. Earlier, he had called Rainwhisper by her sister's name. And it was maybe that, above everything else, that hurt the most. Rainwhisper was losing her father, and there was nothing she could do about it.

That evening, after the drama in the camp had subsided, Rainwhisper had approached the fresh-kill pile, finally admitting that the hunger clawing at her belly outweighed the tightness that she felt in her chest and the nausea climbing up her throat. What she found were a few scaled creatures and a small bird. The molly really wasn't one to be a picky eater, but after a day of no food, the idea of ingesting the slippery meat available made the ill feelings come in new waves. With a heavy sigh, Rainwhisper had glanced around the camp, relieved that her clan mates all seemed to be preoccupied. It was getting late, and dangers would soon be rampant outside the the safety of the camp, but she found that tonight, at least, she really just didn't care. If she was going to eat today, it would something that wasn't scaled or feathered.

It was for these reasons that the grey-blue molly had abandoned her usual carefulness and was now outside of DesertClan's camp, pelt twitching and ears swiveling as she scented the air for furred, soft prey. Across the sun-down bathed sand the warrior spotted a hare, and immediately she sped after it. Despite her hopes that the open air would clear her racing thoughts, Rainwhisper's mind would not quiet. The feeling of churning sand under paws failed to bring her peace, and the cool air against her fur couldn't dampen the burning pain in her heart. Alerted to the approaching cat, the hare sprang into motion, but Rainwhisper chased after it. As she gained upon the pale blur of meat and life, her usual agility failed her. The svelte warrior tried to pounce, but ended up with a small back leg colliding with her nose. Rainwhisper stumbled and the hare sped away, free to live another day.

The molly's haunches fell heavily to the sandy ground, sleek sides heaving as she panted, chest constricting. No father, no food, nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing at all. So lonely, so alone. The slender warrior's world had never felt so bleak. Rainwhisper tipped her head up to the bleeding sky, watching the colours play and mingle as she tried to ignore the stinging of her nose. She took a a shaky breath, body shuddering as she tried to calm herself. With pain in her chest and weariness in her heart, the warrior's still water eyes slid shut, and a quiet whisper escaped her. "Please, Starclan, give me strength. I need you, mother. Please."

[deftonesly]

{Dino, I hope you don't mind me saying this, but..
You have some major, major, major typos going on in your posts. And you are not typing nearly as much as you should. That will not fly when we move to semi-lit, and I will likely have to strike you for posting such short paragraphs and for misspelling so many things if you continue to write.. like so on the other thread. ^^;}

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 and Gorsepaw ➹
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As per usual, Gorsepaw's terribly lame attempt to insult her just whizzed through one of the oriental shorthair's ears and out the other. She'd grown accustomed to hearing such from the cats of DesertClan that were about her age, and it simply didn't faze her anymore. Once, it might have, and the black cat would've, upon instinct, swung around and pummeled the golden tabby's ears.. But not today, she wouldn't.
The molly would never let anything or anyone stomp out her bright, arrogant "flare", so having one cat bitterly mutter insults about her, if anything, made her want to give a light chuckle. She stifled a purr of amusement as she watched Gorsepaw pad away, a little sullenly, and then turned her emerald stare, which was lit with something similar to cruelty, back to Mossleap, who had been regarding the affair with rounded, saddened eyes. "Now, where were we...? Oh, yes, well, nothing's eating at me whatsoever. I told you before and I'll say it again: I don't want to get stuck with chores, if I get caught, plus, it's clear that Scorchstar has something planned tonight. Maybe we will finally get a deputy, perhaps?" She raised a skinny foreleg and waved it casually again, adding, "Besides, if there's one thing I've learned about being stealthy and sneaking out of camp to do stunts, it's that you have to lie low every once and a while. Sure, stunting is fun and all, but I think it's best to try to stay on my dad's good side for a bit and then go break some rules once more.. If you get me?"

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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Ugh, this is ludicrous!.. I should've known better than starting a brawl with one of DesertClan's most skilled combatants.. But then again, it was him who started it! Now the main coon was a tad annoyed, but shoved his irritation aside as he caught sight of Stripekit. The little scrap of fur was watching both him and Russetstorm wide, gleeful eyes, and the mottled cat's heart melted a little when he saw the tabby try to copy their moves.
Well.. Maybe I can put up with this for a while longer, for the kid's sake. He's so entertained.. As the tom was distracted a little, watching the kitten, Russetstorm made a countermove - the russet tomcat pivoted on a single paw and flung himself into the long-furred, stocky cat, making the warrior grunt with surprise. Though the cat had succeeded in unbalancing him, as that was obviously what he meant to do, Jackalhowl didn't fall, he simply regained his footing and splayed his wide feet to get a better grip on the sandy Oasis floor beneath him.
His yellow-green eyes swung over his Clanmate, and as soon as Russetstorm dropped into a crouch, that was when the main coon bolted forward with surprising speed and quickness, for his massive size made him seem plump and lazy and unable to move fast. He bowled Russetstorm over with some effort, the tom was almost as thickly-furred as he, and was almost as toned and muscular, but Jackalhowl was taller and stronger, so he threw the cat to the ground with pure force. As the warrior lay there dazed, he moved quickly to plant one paw on the tom's throat, pressing down lightly, and placed the other on his madly-kicking forelegs, just in case he tried to swipe at his belly and catapult him off of him.
His eyes glinted with amusement at the slightest hint of shock on Russetstorm's maw, and he tossed the male a soft, yet triumphant, grin as he mewed, "Pinned ya."

{Yes, with the Lion King references ;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 (OPEN NOW!) ➹
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When the two youngsters didn't respond, simply looked at one another sheepishly and regarded Noeyes with some awkwardness, the Russian blue grunted with some amusement and slight annoyance. Her old bones creaking, she turned tail and padded back to the Oasis lake - just talking to the two youngsters for so long and lecturing them made her thirsty. She ducked her scraggly, eyeless head to the two as a departure, and then slowly staggered back to the way she'd come, smacking her dry lips as she thought of the cool water meeting her tongue.

A N T
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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Tinypaw, Crowpaw, and then Rainwhisper ➹
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Ant went on her way, only daring to glance back at the DesertClan camp and the two young cats, who had not budged from the position she'd left them in. She waved her impossibly long tail and them in a bemusing, teasing manner, as she stood at the top of the sandy hill with her shadow cast upon them down below. The rogue studied them for a little while longer with luminous, glowing golden eyes, but then grew bored, turned her back on them for the final time, and disappeared from their line of sight as she descended down the hill back to level ground.
The skinny, patchy-furred Abyssinian continued on her way, ignoring her grumbling belly and keeping a merry skip in her lighthearted step. She hadn't eaten nor seen water in a few days time, but she was used to the harsh conditions of the desert.. If anything, she was lucky to have found that wounded owlet a few days ago that she quickly killed and devoured, but unfortunately, it hadn't sustained her for very long. Her goal tonight was to, one, find a decent meal, and two, find a place to crash.
Now that it was growing to be nighttime and the sun had almost disappeared for the day, until dawn broke the desert sky, Ant began to feel more at home. When the DesertClan cats were away, that was when she could play! She knew the survivors had a curfew and that none of them ever left their shelter when the sun began to peel away, so the rogue almost always left whatever den she'd chosen to inhabit for the night to scrounge around. For a few hours, the desert belonged to her, not to the DesertClan felines.
Ant traveled on for a while longer, admiring the darkening sky and the stars that had begun to sprinkle and dot it. She had no idea where she would sleep tonight, as her dens changed every night or so, so the she-cat was content with wondering about for a while until... Until she caught sight of the blue-grey female in the distance. My, what a looker! And she wasn't on the younger side, either. No, she was, give or take, older than the Abyssinian by a few years and far more pretty than the homely black youngster she'd just encountered.
Chuckling a little, the dust-colored female dropped into a crouch, the color of her thin pelt blending in with ease with the sandy desert floor, concealing her from the blue-grey cat's line of sight. Ant didn't dare utter a word out of fear of frightening her, but she didn't say anything as she moved closer, sliding forward in a hunters crouch, also because she looked to be in prayer. Oh, she's praying to those dumb "StarClan" cats.. That must mean she's a DesertClan individual. How disappointing. I was honestly hoping for her to be a fellow rogue or a loner maybe... Meh, well, obviously, I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up for the prospect of a relationship here. DesertClan cat are so, so picky about who they choose to be mates with, and they refuse to choose outsiders as their partner in life.. Since she'd probably a stickler like the rest of them, and since a relationship with this cutie would probably go nowhere, I may as well toy with her for a spell, but then I will have to be on my way..

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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"I guess you could say that things went a little more than awry.. Batpaw and I were sparring, and I simply got pushed to far and got to worked up by the prospect of a little squabble so much that I.. I slashed his cheek." There was, surprisingly, no shame in Hawkcry's deep, spuriously innocent and regretful, voice. He ground his teeth some more as the juice from the herbs trickled through his fur and cleansed the reopened wounds, and lashed his tail once or twice across the den floor to regain his composure.
He despised seeming weak before cats, especially mollies, so he did his best to conceal his pain and bear it. After all, he was the one who had brought this agony upon himself.

[Dinolil1]

(I am sorry Triangles. But tell me the minimum of lines needed. I currently don't know them. If I think they overreach my boundaries, then sadly I will have to quit this roleplay.)

[deftonesly]

(I am sorry Triangles. But tell me the minimum of lines needed. I currently don't know them. If I think they overreach my boundaries, then sadly I will have to quit this roleplay.)

Well.. I've stated many times that the required amount is 6-10 sentences per post for each character.. ;o;

[Oliverstorm]

Russetstorm could see the gears whirling in Jackalhowl's head and hesitated, trying to guess what he was thinking, but by then it was too late and the smaller tom was upon him, with both better balance and aim he was able to pin the larger russet tom onto the ground. His back hit with a loud huff forcefully exhaled from his jaws and his ears pricked with interest, tail swishing almost irritably that he had been beaten across the sandy floor. Well, for one someone that can out-fox me. Giving a grumble, Russetstorm put one of his forepaws on Jackalhowl's jaw and pushed him upwards, but not in an aggressive movement - more of a 'get off'. He turned over onto his side and then to his paws, seeing Stripekit stare in admiration. "Any warrior can be beaten. Don't let size fool you." He spoke in his husky voice and purred in appreciation back to the younger warrior, standing beside him. Both their pelts now were dusty and claws perhaps a little cut from the gripping and pulling, but nothing needing medicine cat attention.

Softberry knew how warriors were and didn't stop Hawkcry from masking his pain, simply flicking her tail and ignoring that. "Understandable. Warriors always have their eyes on victory, whether that's a skirmish or a war." The thick furred molly paused from applying the last of the stinging herbs and looked briefly at the large tom before picking up the sticky cobwebs with her sheathed paws and bandaging up the wounds. "As much as this punishment might be a bore to you, it'll be nice to have someone around - Tinypaw is always up and about, and I love hearing stories and different insights." And cats liked to boast their stories, varying from individuals.

[* Macey *]

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I give a warm purr. "Well it seems your chores have had exactly the kind of effect you father had hoped for." I listen quietly as she continues. "Yes I do indeed 'get you'. Your mother and I had numerous adventures of our own." The happiness of the sweet memories covers up the small pang of grief I experienced at the mention of my lost friend. A small bit of grief clouds my gaze, but I keep a smile on my muzzle to show my support for the molly's adventurous spirit.
I lift my head to glance around the clearing. It seems most cats had also assumed something was happening, and had already started to trickle into the clearing. I give a small smile. I'd been waiting for something nice to happen to boost the entire clan's mood. For now we were well fed, but the overall mood seemed rather uneventful.

[deftonesly]

{I may not have time to respond tonight, to both you, oliver, or you, mace, as I am going ou to dinner with my boyfriend soon, but, one quick think, oliver:
I thought Jackalhowl was bigger than Russetstorm? He's a main coon, which is about the size of a medium-sized dog. ;o; Just thought I'd mention that, because you seemed to amplify how much bigger he was than Jackalhowl, y'know? What breed is Russetstorm, so I can know for future reference and can google up the breed's approximate size, weight, etcetera?}

[Oliverstorm]

[I think you might be right - by looking up what he might be, a copper Burmese is his breed, or a mix of something like that. Jackalhowl is actually probably bigger.

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[* Macey *]

{I may not have time to respond tonight, to both you, oliver, or you, mace, as I am going ou to dinner with my boyfriend soon, but, one quick think, oliver:
I thought Jackalhowl was bigger than Russetstorm? He's a main coon, which is about the size of a medium-sized dog. ;o; Just thought I'd mention that, because you seemed to amplify how much bigger he was than Jackalhowl, y'know? What breed is Russetstorm, so I can know for future reference and can google up the breed's approximate size, weight, etcetera?}

{Aww, have fun!}