PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[deftonesly]

{Ah, okay. Seems I was correct, then. Thanks!
Also, date went quite all right.. Though I'm pretty awkward, and I wasn't sure x3. Also, reminder, that, of course, tomorrow is Monday. D: I have soccer practice literally a few minutes after I get off the bus in the afternoon, so it is HIGHLY unlikely that I will be able to respond to anything after this post, ya'll!}

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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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I never really thought of it that way.. Am I really, deep down, becoming what my father wants me to be? Impossible and unheard of! If I do indeed fulfill Scorchstar's wishes, I will raze DesertClan to the ground.. I would destroy everything! I would never be able to handle that sort of responsibility.. Never!
"I suppose so.." Flarepaw murmured, trailing off, as the mood between the two females had suddenly become more sullen and depressing. The ebony cat knew what Mossleap was going to say before the stinging words left her tabby maw - the warrior often spoke fondly of Flarepaw's mother, but what the she-cat couldn't ever seem to grasp was that.. Her reminiscent words felt like a cactus thorn to the apprentice's heart. It was bad enough with her constantly thinking about how she'd killed her mother.. she didn't need the warrior to go around talking about Sandfur, even if her words were meant to be harmless.
As soon as Mossleap stopped speaking, that was the moment when Flarepaw shut up. She knew that if she opened her jaws she would probably yell something at Mossleap, and didn't want that, so she simply stared dead ahead, not wanting to meet the molly's gaze any longer for some reason.

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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 head whacked back when Russetstorm's paw heftily shoved his lower jaw with exaggeration - for Stripekit as well as for drama - and he stumbled back. The main coon was aware that their fight was over now, by the warrior's concluding sentence and by the way he didn't make a counterattack on the slightly younger, yet bigger, brute.
His fur lifted a little when the russet tomcat came to stand beside him, and Jackalhowl hoped that both Stripekit and the older warrior assumed it was from the scuffle and nothing... more than that. "Yes," He agreed, ducking his head towards the tabby kitten before them, who was still watching them with rounded, pale blue eyes. The main coon then added, attempting to tease, "Like this little foxheart said, you should never let the size of an adversary daunt you. The moment you show fear is the moment your enemy takes that as a weakness and decides to strike."
He then settled his fluffed-up fur and turned tail brusquely, happy and relieved that their sparring practice was over so that he could get back to his turtle and escape further embarrassment. The stocky male settled down on his stomach once more beside his meal and began to chew absentmindedly on it while his wide, glowing gaze reflected the light of the stars and the moon up above.

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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.

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons old ➹ 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..

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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.

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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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The dark, pale blue-eyed tomcat was relieved when Softberry thought nothing of his mauling of Batpaw's cheek.. He'd expected the medicine cat to have reacted with some shock and expected her to lecture him on being more careful with younger cats, but her eyes stayed neutral the entire time Hawkcry spoke. "Right you are, as always.." the brute muttered with a sly, impish grin in the older cat's direction.
When she brought up the punishment once more, this time around, the wounded, bleeding tom was determined not to let his ire and frustration show to her, so he swallowed his rage and pocketed it for later. Better to let it fester and grow. He meowed, calmly, meeting her gaze out of his peripheral vision, as she probably didn't want him to twist around while she worked, "Indeed. I thought I would get a much worse sentence than staying here for two moons - not that I was ever against it, of course. And yes, it will be nice to have someone to lament to every once and a while. Better to talk out any frustrations I have with another feline than take them out on a Clanmate again, right?" Hawkcry chuckled a bit, eerily, and his stinging, herb-covered shoulders rose and fell as he laughed at his own commentary.

[* 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 sit silently as Flarepaw grows silent to my side. As I glance over at her, I notice how she intentionally averts her gaze from my own. The sudden change in the Molly's friendly attitude had increased the tension between us. The grief had settled in to the atmosphere around us, and I knew the thoughts going through her head. I knew because I too had blamed a small innocent kit for the death of my dear friend. I too had rejected the kit in grief-stricken rage. I regret my decisions to this day. I know that Flarepaw was to young to remember, but I wouldn't soon forget. I wouldn't forget how much I saw of Sandfur in Flarepaw every day. And I wouldn't soon forget my friends undying love for her family.
I remain silent next to the apprentice, knowing that's what she most likely needed most. Instead of words, I attempt to comfort her with a reassuring touch of my tail. I rest the white tip on the molly's shoulder.

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S I L V E R K I T
S h e c a t
4 M o o n s
T a g s; N o e y e s

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My entire body quivers with excitement as I see a Russian blue pelt by the oasis. Noeyes always told the best stories, and it seemed like forever since she'd told me one. I race to the elders side, bouncing up and down on my small paws. "Noeyes, Noeyes!" I meowed excitedly, "Will you tell me a story? Pleeeeeeeeas?" I flaten my ears on my head, and make my eyes really big the way Breezepaw showed me. It seemed to have been pretty successful so far, so I assumed it worked pretty well. I deepen my breathing. I was still quivering with excitement at hearing a story of the clans past.

[N3wt0n]

g e c k o k i t
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Calm
Single
Outside the nursery
Tags;; open

the small white tom grumbles to himself as he's roused from his sleep by one of the Queens complaining about him taking up too much room, as is how he's usually woken up nowadays. He once again grumbles and rolls his eyes grumpily, his large, fluffy, paws almost stomping over to the fresh kill pile in his huff. Geckokit is known for having a little bit of a temper at times, but being woken up from naps is one of his biggest pet-peeves; he rarely gets enough sleep in the first place. He doesn't dare argue with the queen, though, simply walking out and towards the fresh kill pile.

It doesn't take long for him to pick out a juicy sand-rat to carry back to his usual spot by the side of the nursery, his large appetite getting the better of him, not to his surprise. He looks around for any friendly faces.

He avoids looking towards the apprentice den, of course, as most of the apprentices have hated him ever since he joined the clan. He doesn't fare a much better chance with the warriors, either, for the same aforementioned reason. He sighs, looking towards the elders instead,
I wonder if noeyes and cactusfoot would be willing to put up with me again today... I'd love to hear some more of their stories...
His thoughts wander as he chews his rat slowly, absent minded as per usual.

(first post c: woo!)

[Oliverstorm]

Russetstorm let out an amused huff from his nose and crouched down to resume the fight with Jackalhowl, but the larger tom had already padded off and resumed eating his turtle. Twitching his tail slightly, the russet tom settled down in front of Stripekit and took to gazing at the stars which were taking over the sky, dotting the dark with creamy white flecks, like signs of age on a cat. The small kitten soon grew bored with this and flicked an ear irritably, padding away from the resting warriors and digging fruitlessly to get some kind of a hole, even though a chill was settling in and the further down the sand was, the cooler that it got. Once he could fit inside the hole, the three moon old kit snuggled in and shivered at the feeling of wet, chilly sand against his fur.

Softberry gave an amused purr as she finished up her work on Hawkcry, applying the last of the cobwebs and stepping back to see if there was any spot that was missed. Each day for a half moon or so they would need to be reapplied, but that shouldn't be an issue. Licking a paw and swiping it over her ear, the thick furred molly replied," Depending on the situation, words can conclude better than claws. But the vice versa is true as well." Shaking out her heavy coat, like a coin she was thankful for it now that the chilly night was coming in. "So what has been happening with you, Hawkcry? I don't normally get to speak with warriors one on one. Any interesting skirmishes with rogues?"

[deftonesly]

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Mossleap (OPEN!) ➹
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The silence between them goes on for what seems to be a millennium.. Flarepaw, by the time Mossleap dared to reach out and make physical contact with her, and slipped into a daze. She was simply staring straight ahead when she felt the tabby's tail rest on her shoulder, so lost in thought that her sudden, affectionate touch startled her. She twisted her sleek head and looked from Mossleap's eyes to her long tail that was still atop her shoulder, and eventually turned away, for once in her miserable life feeling morose and lonely and depressed. "I appreciate your concern," she murmured, forlornly, as her emerald stare once more swiveled back to some unknown, unfathomable place, "But right now, I wish to be alone, if you wouldn't mind."
Without awaiting the cat's response, she gently shook off Mossleap's tail and padded off, her own elegant black tail lowered in a position that resembled defeat. Flarepaw had no idea what to do next and where to go to get some peace and quiet - she honestly had never wanted to be alone and away from other felines before.. since she was a kitten she'd craved attention.. So, now, she was more lost than ever as she began to aimlessly wander about camp.

{Maybe Thorn could go to the outer perimeters of camp, spot her through the shrubbery, and call out to her??}

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➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old
➹ Location : Beside the fresh-kill pile; heading out of camp to bury fresh-kill
➷ Tags; Russetstorm ➹
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Jackalhowl glanced upward occasionally to stare at Russetstorm, as he began to polish off his meal. He was eternally thankful that the warrior wasn't turned toward him.. since he wasn't, the main coon could get away with watching him or long periods of time. The mottled brute studied the russet-hued cat, almost with a moony look in his yellow-green eyes, for a little while longer, chewing on his turtle slower and slower the more he looked at the warrior. The moon shone down brightly on the tom's long pelt and illuminated it, turning it a strange silvery color.. Russestorm looked for peaceful and at ease, with his head tilted to the side as he observed the stars.
Jackalhowl sighed a little, thinking, sadly, how just the prospect of.. something with the warrior was next to impossible. How could a warrior so grand ever love a lowlife like him, anyhow? And yet.. somehow.. Jackalhowl knew he was slipping.
Yes, he was slipping, and it was time he got a grip on his emotions. But how, when his head and his heart were already arguing so feverishly over Russetstorm, could he accomplish so?
He looked down at his turtle, which he had torn apart and basically shredded, as he'd, without knowing it, had mauled it severely in a nervous fit. The fluffy warrior narrowed his eyes scornfully at the creature, and then, heaving himself up with a grunt as he stretched his cramped limbs, trapped what was left of the prey-animal in his blunt jaws. He breezed past Russetstorm on his way out of camp, his thick, poofy fur lifting when he briefly touched the warrior with his tail as he passed.

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➹ Noeyes ➷ She-cat ➹ Elder of DesertClan ➷ 90 moons old ➹
Location: Beside the Oasis lake ➷Tags: Silverkit ➹
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"Oh! Hello, dear one!" Noeyes purred happily, lifting her patchily-furred head from the Oasis lake when she heard Silverkit's small paws on the desert floor. The Russian blue turned toward where she assumed the small she-cat to be, sitting down and curling her tail over her skinny paws, which signified that she did indeed have a tale to tell. "A story, eh?" She murmured, a smile on her maw as she sensed the molly's excitement and enthusiasm and eagerness and the prospect of hearing one of the elder's well-renowned stories. "Well, what sort of story would you like to hear, then? Something sad, something happy..?"

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons old ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp; the desert ➷ 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..

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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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No! Wrong, wrong, wrong! It doesn't matter what sort of situation you are in.. if there's a will, there's a way! Fighting is always the answer! No exceptions! Hawkcry screeched inwardly at the medicine cat, who of course was trying to be a peacekeeper and be logical.. Using the "talking is better than brute strength" method on the dark tabby. At one point, Scorchstar had tried to teach him the same, but Hawkcry had never listened to the orange tabby.. had never heeded his advice.. Fighting with tooth and claw could solve anything - sure, maybe talking would be a much more calm and much more safe way to handle a problem, but attacking would surely get you what you wanted. And a lot faster, too.
He curved his long, dangerously hooked claws into the soft den floor beneath him and steeled himself, hushing his inner conscience. He mewed, darkly, his voice a bit blunt as he restrained himself from spitting the words he truly wanted to say, "Right again.. As for what's bene going on, nothing much. The only interesting thing that I've encountered as of late was that one white, old cat.. I don't know his name. Anyway, I've got a few scores to settled with him, and revenge will be sweet." The pale blue-eyed brute threw her another, this time more wicked, grin. "Say.. where is he anyway? Shame that I didn't get to chase him off and give him a few bites and scratches to remember me by if he is already gone.."

[* Macey *]

{ok! I'll get started on a response.}

[deftonesly]

{Sweet. Thanks! I cannot wait to see what you come up with and what will happen.}

[! october]

Quailfeather; silver tabby and white she-cat ; warrior ; 35 moons ; at the Oasis water's edge ; tagged: Noeyes, Silverkit

Quailfeather was left in a bit of a daze as Scorchstar left her side go to deal with whatever issue was unfolding on the other side of the camp. It wasn't that she wasn't concerned about her fellow clan mates. Rather, it was hard to focus on anything other than the unease twisting in her belly. The sudden tension between her and the other cat had been palpable, and it had, admittedly, been a bit of a relief when duty called the tall tom away. Did I do something wrong? I don't think I did, but what else could it have been? For the first time in moons, the small she-cat had felt close to another cat, and it had been wonderful. Have I already ruined what could have been a long, happy friendship? Unsure of herself and on edge due to the unpleasant events on the other side of camp, the molly withdrew into herself, sitting quietly at the water's edge, gaze fixed on the colors playing on the surface.

It was a cheerful, excited tiny mew that broke the warrior's reverie. Quailfeather lifted her head to see Silverkit chattering to Noeyes, who had apparently approached the water for a drink. Scorchstar and Batpaw were nowhere to be seen. In their place was Troutsplash, who looked extremely uncomfortable and worried. Uh no. No rouge? Curious, the tabby and white molly promised herself that she'd find out later. With relief, Quailfeather noted that it was easier to breathe, and that her heart felt a little lighter. I will talk to him later. I'm not letting go of this. The small she-cat got to her paws, stretched a little to work out the muscles that felt cramped from sitting for too long, and approached the pair of cats, one old and one young. For a second the warrior hesitated, but then gathered her strength and leaned over to lightly touch the top of the kit's head with her nose. "I overheard that Noeyes is going to tell you a story. Would you mind if I joined? " she asked the tiny cat, unable to keep herself from smiling. Healing. Yes, healing was good. Aware that Noeyes couldn't see the greeting written on her face or the quiet glow in her amber eyes, the molly gently touched the tip of her silver tail to the old she-cat's flank. I don't think that I could ever be too old for your stories.

Rainwhisper; blue-grey molly ; warrior ; 32 moons ; outside of camp ; tagged: Ant

As expected, no starry cat descended from the evening sky to breathe renewed grace into the tired molly's soul. Rainwhisper took a slow breath, sides shuddering, and got to her paws. Despite her relative youth, the warrior felt like she already belonged in the elder's den. Stress was getting to her, and it wasn't like she had anyone to lean on. Rather, her father and sister relied on Rainwhisper's cheerfulness and level-headedness to get through this difficult time. She was the placeholder for her mother, and while it had once made her feel proud, it was more burden than the she-cat could bear.

Noting that it had gotten darker, Rainwhisper couldn't help but feel a pull of alarm in her chest. Being close to the camp wouldn't necessarily protect her from the dangers of the darkened desert. The svelte molly tasted the air, pale whiskers quivering as she tried to take inventory of her surroundings. No coyotes, good. ...but, what's that? It was a foreign scent. Definitely a cat, but not a cat that she knew. A rouge, perhaps? Not off-putting enough to be a rouge, though. Rainwhisper turned in a tight circle, grey-green eyes scanning the sundown-bathed sand for another feline. Strangely, she saw no one. Slightly unnerved, the molly considered for a moment the prospect of turning and dashing back towards camp. Curiosity, however, won out over caution. She raised her slender head, long tail waving slowly behind her. "Who is there?" she called out, smooth voice somewhat flat. Even if whoever it was was a threat, it wasn't as if she had much left to lose. Since when do I take risks like this? I'm hardly even myself anymore. Heart heavy, the grey-blue molly watched the sand carefully, awaiting some form of a reply.

[* Macey *]

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S I L V E R K I T
S h e c a t
4 M o o n s
T a g s; N o e y e s, Q u a i l f e a t h e r

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I let out a small purr as I feel a nose atop my head. I look up at the much larger cat, now giddy with excitement. "Oh yes!" I look back to Noeyes. "Will you tell me a story with an adventure?" I take a seat on the soft desert ground. I'm almost positive the excitement is just shooting from my eyes. Adventure stories were my favorite, always feeding my own adventures spirit.

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T H O R N
S h e c a t
2 3 M o o n s
T a g s; F l a r e p a w

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I emerge from my den, my thoughts of Flarepaw finally getting the better of me. I just need to smell her scent. I convince myself. Then I can leave. I scale the steep side of the gorge. I follow the very faint trail of pawsteps from the clan cats who had walked to and from the falls. As I continue, the smell of cats starts to surround me. I veer off my set path towards an oasis. An Oasis! Of course this is where Flarepaw lives. I slink into a large bush without a sound, and carefully take a place where I can see into the large clearing. Almost instantly my green-yellow eyes find an unmistakable black pelt.Hmmm.... I consider quietly, how am I supposed to get her attention with so many cats...

[deftonesly]

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; Thorn ➹
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The petite, ebony she-cat, head still lowered as well as her tail in a copy, forlorn way, had drawn close to the outer perimeters of the Oasis when she smelled.. Him. What? Impossible! How dare he come so close to our camp - that stupid rogue's in the heart of our territory! Instinctively, Flarepaw curled her long, thin, needle-like claws into the damp, cool earth underfoot - all traces of her former, saddened demeanor had dissipated, making room for her usual, arrogant and aggressive one.
Trying to look inconspicuous, she sniffed at the air frantically, her emerald eyes narrowing more and more as she did so. There was no doubt in the feline' mind that Thorn was here, and that he was probably watching her now. I need to pinpoint where he is and tell him to beat it.. If he's seen so close, it'll be bad for me as well as for him.. Then, Mossleap would figure out that I lied to her about Thorn running for the hills. I won't stand for that! She cast a worried glance at Mossleap, who, praise starClan, wasn't looking in her direction, before padding into the shrubbery surrounding the camp.
"Thorn!" The apprentice snapped, her voice a furious hiss and her pale eyes glowing and twinkling in under the influence of the moon. "I know you're out there. Show yourself you no good-" The rest of her words ended with vulgar, sharp curse words, words too awful to be said in camp.. But now that she was alone with the tabby tom, she was able to say what she pleased, and fully release her frustrations upon him as well as her wrath.

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; heading out of camp to bury fresh-kill
➷ Tags; Russetstorm ➹
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Jackalhowl glanced upward occasionally to stare at Russetstorm, as he began to polish off his meal. He was eternally thankful that the warrior wasn't turned toward him.. since he wasn't, the main coon could get away with watching him or long periods of time. The mottled brute studied the russet-hued cat, almost with a moony look in his yellow-green eyes, for a little while longer, chewing on his turtle slower and slower the more he looked at the warrior. The moon shone down brightly on the tom's long pelt and illuminated it, turning it a strange silvery color.. Russestorm looked for peaceful and at ease, with his head tilted to the side as he observed the stars.
Jackalhowl sighed a little, thinking, sadly, how just the prospect of.. something with the warrior was next to impossible. How could a warrior so grand ever love a lowlife like him, anyhow? And yet.. somehow.. Jackalhowl knew he was slipping.
Yes, he was slipping, and it was time he got a grip on his emotions. But how, when his head and his heart were already arguing so feverishly over Russetstorm, could he accomplish so?
He looked down at his turtle, which he had torn apart and basically shredded, as he'd, without knowing it, had mauled it severely in a nervous fit. The fluffy warrior narrowed his eyes scornfully at the creature, and then, heaving himself up with a grunt as he stretched his cramped limbs, trapped what was left of the prey-animal in his blunt jaws. He breezed past Russetstorm on his way out of camp, his thick, poofy fur lifting when he briefly touched the warrior with his tail as he passed.

N O E Y E S
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➹ Noeyes ➷ She-cat ➹ Elder of DesertClan ➷ 90 moons old ➹
Location: Beside the Oasis lake ➷Tags: Silverkit and Quailfeather ➹
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Noeyes' ears sensitive ears pricked and stood erect when she heard someone else pad up to her and inquire if she could stick around to hear the elder's tale. Quickly, the Russian blue distinguished her voice to be feminine, and could easily guess who the kind cat was. She rasped, "Quailfeather? Is that you, my dear? Oh, no bother! Of course you can listen in.. Today's tale is one, of course, of adventure, but also.." Her voice trailed off a bit and her brow furrowed and her whiskers began to tremble. "One of sadness and tragedy.."
But soon enough she was back to her bubbly self and was happy again, excited to begin her story. "Ready, you two?"

{Lazy response.. You have my apologies! I just needed to post this while I had the time.. ^^;}

A N T
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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 26 moons old ➹ Location: Close to the
DesertClan camp; the desert ➷ Tags; Rainwhisper ➹
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She seems like she's got quite the weight bearing down on her.. But why? I wonder what makes her so anxious and saddened enough to leave her Clan's sanctuary and come out here when it is way past their curfew? Interesting and confusing.. I wonder if I should ask what's up.
Ant flicked her long, whiplike tail ever so slightly, enough to disturb the shrubbery around her much to her dismay, but not by much. Still, the skinny, underfed molly cursed between bitterly clenched teeth when she felt the bushes quake around her, revealing her spot. She's sure to have spotted me now.. Sure enough, the blue-grey, slightly older female's ears pricked and her delicate nose began to twitch. Unfortunately, Ant was upwind of her, so the Clannie immediately caught her scent, though her eyes were glossed over with puzzlement and a bit of fear - had she never smelled a rogue before?
The Abyssinian, who was still crouched down, hugging the desert floor, camouflaged, could literally see the gears turning in the she-cat's glowing, twinkling grey-green eyes. There was a hidden question there, one that Ant saw easily: Do I run back to the safety of my home and those who I can rely on? or do I stay out here, stand my ground, and discover who this imposter is? Though the blue-grey cat seemed to be frightened out of her fur, the rogue had to admire her when she didn't bolt off back the way she'd come, but twisted her sleek head about to stare in Ant's direction. Her voice was soft, but still held such obvious wariness and fear in it, "Who is there?"
For a spell, the dust-colored cat was tempted to not respond.. She wasn't exactly in a good position to greet the molly, what with her being so creepily and eerily hidden from view like she was. So Ant decided to play it cool, and prayed to whatever stupid god that there was out there that she wouldn't scare the DesertClan cat off. She, in one, fluid movement, rose to her skinny feet and sauntered out of the brush to meet the female, not a trace of fear or.. any emotion really on her face, aside from friendliness. Her posture showed that she wasn't a threat, though, the cocky little skip in her set suggested otherwise. upon Ant's face was a wry, twisted, sardonic little grin, one that was so devilish and impish that it would be enough to set even the calmest cat off. The rogue's face was open and seemingly kind - on the surface. Still, she the Abyssinian wasn't trying to display dominance or suggestion, but the way she waved her tail and the way she sashayed her hips was confusing nonetheless.
She carefully made her way up to the slightly older cat and dared to draw too close for comfort. Ant purred, her voice sweetened with its normal honey, "Hello, there. Sorry if I startled you - I know the presence of another can be unnerving, especially when it clearly isn't wanted.. Anyway, if you really want to know "who is there", the name's Ant. And you, sweet thing?"

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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No! Wrong, wrong, wrong! It doesn't matter what sort of situation you are in.. if there's a will, there's a way! Fighting is always the answer! No exceptions! Hawkcry screeched inwardly at the medicine cat, who of course was trying to be a peacekeeper and be logical.. Using the "talking is better than brute strength" method on the dark tabby. At one point, Scorchstar had tried to teach him the same, but Hawkcry had never listened to the orange tabby.. had never heeded his advice.. Fighting with tooth and claw could solve anything - sure, maybe talking would be a much more calm and much more safe way to handle a problem, but attacking would surely get you what you wanted. And a lot faster, too.
He curved his long, dangerously hooked claws into the soft den floor beneath him and steeled himself, hushing his inner conscience. He mewed, darkly, his voice a bit blunt as he restrained himself from spitting the words he truly wanted to say, "Right again.. As for what's bene going on, nothing much. The only interesting thing that I've encountered as of late was that one white, old cat.. I don't know his name. Anyway, I've got a few scores to settled with him, and revenge will be sweet." The pale blue-eyed brute threw her another, this time more wicked, grin. "Say.. where is he anyway? Shame that I didn't get to chase him off and give him a few bites and scratches to remember me by if he is already gone.."