PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

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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, then Troutsplash ➹
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Scorchstar, still in a pleasant and more chipper mood than usual because of the apprentice's uncharacteristic excitement at his proposition, watching the worn out tom pad off. He meowed one last farewell to him, and, just when he thought he could relax for a bit and think in silence, he turned about and found Troutsplash. He faintly remembered seeing the deputy-to-be sitting off to the side, watching the leader and the apprentice talk, and felt quilt about not talking to him earlier. StarClan knows how long the patient feline had been sitting there, awaiting the tall tabby's attention.
He meowed, emerald eyes losing a bit of their gown when he saw the nervousness in the warrior's gaze, growing a little concerned, "Good evening, Troutsplash," The orange tabby's eyes rover over the grey-brown tabby, and his head tilted to the side a little. What had he sent the tom out to do again? Oh. Oh, yes, catch that stupid rogue that had stolen a rat from the fresh-kill pile around dawn... With all the chaos of today, Scorchstar had honestly forgotten the warrior's task, yet tried to cover up his brief bit of confusion. "Sorry to keep you waiting. You didn't complete your task, you say? No bother, really." He twitched his whiskers and lifted a skinny paw, waving it in the air nonchalantly as he spoke. "Rogues getting away with things isn't very uncommon, as you know... If the trader dares to come back, and I doubt it will, because it knows you and the patrol were looking for it, we'll give it a few wounds across the snout to remember us by. But, if you didn't catch the trespasser, I certainly won't punish you for your efforts. I'm sure you pursued the rogue with all you had, but if it got away, I won't lose sleep over it, and neither should you."
He's almost.. frightened of me. I can't have that. Troutsplash and I have known each other since we were kittens, and though we weren't the closest of friends, surely he knows that he can trust his own leader with not flipping out on him for making one simple mistake? The massive, thin tomcat thought, mulling over Troustplash.
He continued, after pausing for a moment to recollect his thoughts and focus on the subject of this other individual that the patrol had dragged in. Another rogue? Of course. The bat-eared leader should've known. Scorchstar licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, still trying to keep his voice light when he continued, "I wouldn't mind at all. I'm keen to meet our newest visitor." His emerald gaze slid upward, slowly, drifting from the warrior's face to the nearly-pitch-black sky above. "But we need to make it quick."

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Bump.

[! october]

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

Rainwhisper's question was answered by the shuffling of shrubbery. Ears erect, she straightened to her full height. A small, hopeless part of the molly's heart almost hoped that her mother would appear from the bushes, sent down by Starclan in answer to the warrior's prayers, but no such phantom cat appeared. This current scent, was, of course, far different from the warm, pleasant one she remembered of Stormfeather.
When the cat that the scent belonged to emerged from the bushes, Rainwhisper's slender tail immediately fluffed up, her hackles rising in tandem. How long have you been here? She felt a slight twinge of embarrassment as she realized that the other cat had likely heard her prayer. Dark-sky ears flattened as Rainwhisper watched the other cat warily, but the slim warrior did not retreat. Surprisingly, she had little desire to turn and run to safety; the warning of 'leave' that had been floundering in her belly was quickly turning into an odd curiosity.
As the other cat, apparently a molly, approached, the grey-blue she-cat was finally able to get a good look at her. The rouge was slender, almost too slender, with angular, defined features. Her sleek fur shone under the dying sky, golden eyes impossibly bright. Rainwhisper found herself staring as the other cat came closer. Between the way the cat moved and her mesmerizing gaze ... the DesertClan cat was having difficulty looking away. It was only when there was suddenly a disconcertingly rakish grin right in front of her face that the warrior reacted, jerking back a little to maintain her boundary of space. Brought back to her senses, Rainwhisper was about to snap at the rouge for daring to be so rude to her, a clan cat. Really, who did this sneaky sand creature think she was? Spying on her? What nerve! It must be a pointy-cat thing. Like Scorchstar and his daughter. Not enough room in those slender heads for social skills.
When the rouge spoke, though, Rainwhisper found herself strangely, disgustingly drawn in. The skinny cat's voice was ridiculously smooth. Conflicted for a moment, the clan cat dragged her still-water eyes up [which had, admittedly, still been roaming over the other molly's physique] to meet the glowing ones in front of her. And, for better or worse, in that moment she no longer felt so conflicted. I'm not my mother. I can't be my mother. I've tried for so long to be my mother and I can't do it anymore. I can't always be responsible and perfect. It's not fair.
Rainwhisper took a careful breath, relieved that it surprisingly wasn't too shaky and pleased that her fur had relaxed [at least for the most part]. The grey-blue molly took a step and leaned forward, meeting the rouge's challenge. "I don't think I've ever met an ant that I've ended up liking," she mewed, practically nose-to-nose with this Ant, a playful glint in her green eyes. "Should I take that as a sign about our future? I'm called Rainwhisper, regardless. You know, spying isn't very nice." Her voice was far too soft to rival Ant's, her own 'threatening purr' much too unpracticed. It was, likely, obvious that Rainwhisper had no idea as to what she was doing. In this moment, though, she felt rebellious and free. For once, the molly just didn't care about what she should be doing or how she should be acting. It was dangerously liberating.

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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? Settle down, because it's a long one!"

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 29 moons old ➹ The desert! ➷ Tags; Rainwhisper ➹
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The bony rogue could literally see the blue-grey Clannies's gears whirring and twisting and deciphering Ant's words in that pretty little head of hers.. The way the slightly older female's eyes rover over Ant so hesitantly and warily and indecisively was almost amusing to the skinny, bedraggled creature that had dared reveal herself to the DesertClan cat. First there was astonishment and mortification in her green eyes, then a little hint of ire, then suspicion and confusion. The she-cat's inability to decide how to respond made a little purr gurgle in the Abyssinian cat's throat, and she waved her whip-like, abnormally long tail through the cold, crisp nighttime air just to symbolize this amusement.
Up close, Ant knew she'd been correct about this cat's pretty looks. The blue-grey feline was even more gorgeous up close, much as the rogue hated to admit that so suddenly in the back of her mind. Her fur, awfully unlike Ant's, was smooth and matted down - hardly a hair stuck out of place, while the russet-brown, dusty female's pelt was sticking every which way and her whiskers were mussed. Ant perceived herself to be a total mess, while the blue-grey, green-eyed cat just a mouse-length before her resembled a desert flower: innocent, sweet, and seemingly perfect. Though.. maybe not so perfect. The rogue had seen the cat's posture when she'd prayed, had heard the grief in her small, shaky voice when she'd mumbled to some fictional ancestors of hers. She had even glimpsed, among the wild flurry of emotions in the Clannies's widened eyes, something dark and formidable. Almost as if she was haunted by something.. or someone. Then again, every cat had their secrets to hide and their inner demons to battle. Who was Ant to judge?
They regarded each other for a while longer, sizing one another up, though they both, clearly, didn't want a late night fight. The rogue was beginning to muster up a response, when the female, who introduced herself to be Rainwhisper, spoke at long last. Ant had to admit, though.. Rainwhisper's voice didn't sound as insecure and pathetic as she'd thought it would. It had an aura of confidence in it.. Was the DesertClan cat trying out Ant's mannerisms of speaking and trying to arm herself with honey-soaked words and soft, cooing purrs? The nerve! But there was, in fact, one thing that the Abyssinian noticed above all about Rainwhisper. Those inner demons that the feline had seen struggling in those gleaming, thoughtful eyes of hers? They had disappeared.
Quickly, the parched, starving, and bone-tired rogue shot back a retort. Her voice dropped a little bit of its sugariness, as she'd picked up on Rainwhisper's change in mood and voice and intended to mirror it. Her mew now held more friendliness and playfulness rather than shyness when she said, "Ah, never met an ant you ever liked, eh?.." Ant, pressuring Rainwhisper a little bit, then paused and leaned closer, diminishing the gap between them at an almost inappropriate speed. The rogue, audacious still, drew herself up onto her tiptoes and struck her tail through the air once more. She widened her eyes even more than she thought possible, and they did their special little thing that truly enraptured all: they glowed. They pulsated and vibrated like little living beings that were inhabited her skull, and, as Ant continued, the brighter those golden orbs grew, "Maybe, just maybe, I can change that."
She allowed a small, peculiarly wicked and crooked smile to inch across her maw then, and leaned back just a tad, sweeping on, "Future, honey? Future, indeed. I'll expect to see you again.. and, oh, I'll keep seeing you until you've changed your mind about the little ol' insect I was named after.. Besides, who ever said I was spying? 'Spying' is a rather inclusive and subjective word, isn't it?"

F L A R E P A W
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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: Edge of the DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Thorn (OPEN!) ➹
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"And don't even think about coming back.. unless you want a mauled face, of course.." Flarepaw hissed under her breath softly, as he turned tail and strutted off, clearly taking his time with his retreat. She wanted to scream those bitter words after him, but clenched her teeth together tightly, restraining in doing so... for she knew she was bound to be discovered, and would surely give herself away by yelling. Common sense won over instinct, and, with a furious huff and a slumping of her shoulders and the flattened of her ears, the apprentice turned away as well.. The ebony cat was going back to reality and was doing her best to shred any thoughts of the rogue when she reentered camp, sliding through the shrubbery of the camp's outer perimeter.

J A C K A L H O W L
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➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old
➹ Location: DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Browntail (OPEN!) ➹
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{I'm really lazy, and needed to post more, because DesertClan is dying.. But, anyway, Jackalhowl is open and in the middle of camp, basically, if anyone wants to talk!}

H A W K C R Y
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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 31 moons old ➹
Location: Inside the medicine cat den; Oasis lake ➷ Tags; Softberry (OPEN!) ➹
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The dark brown brute nodded his wide head, murmuring his thanks one last time before slipping out of the den - well, not really slipping, more like struggling - and into the camp once more. His wounds whimpered and howling in protest, and the plastering of herbs on his back and sides made it all too difficult fro the warrior to even move about. He stumbled out and his sliced, still-bloody face was blasted with cool, nighttime air. Time seemed to have flown by - already, the sun was down and the nearly-perfectly-round, silver moon was pasted in the sky.
Hackwork's intensely blue eyes raked across camp - nothing seemed to have changed, but he couldn't help but notice the nervous, almost fearful looks that his Clanmates tossed him when they saw him exit Softberry's tunnel-den. The dark tabby didn't know what that made him feel. He ignored those who starred at him with round, glowing eyes, and shifted his stare to Scorchstar, who was still chattering with Batpaw. Now the black, bloodied, and bruised apprentice didn't seem grumpy or sacred.. He looked.. excited, of all things. Hawkcry couldn't help but wonder what Scorchstar was up to now. Judging by the gleam in Batpaw's filmy eyes and the relief and hint of pride in the leader's posture, the egotistical brute assumed it not to be good.
Snarling and thrashing his tail, Hawkcry, stiffly, stalked his way past them, going to the Oasis lake to get a lap of water. He deliberately inched away from his former mentor and the black cat, winding his way down the lake's banks until he was able to get to a destination far enough away from them. Then, Hawkcry bent down slowly and painfully; he felt the dried herbal paste crack, which sent fresh juices trickling into his open wounds. The warrior hissed as he bent lower, lower, and got into a crouch. Before he stretched his thick, stocky neck out to drink, he twisted his head back to see Softberry's handiwork. Not very pretty.. especially on a warrior like him. His fur stuck out through the green paste that covered his back and blood was seeping through the juices. Still, though the arrogant warrior wasn't about to complain, as she'd done her best and knew far more about healing than he, but his pride - which was one of his most important things to him - was wounded. He perceived himself to be a mess!
Grunting irritably, Hawkcry turned away, back to the task at hand - to guzzle as much water as he physically could. He couldn't remember the last time he'd drank, and was parched something awful.

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, then Troutsplash ➹
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Scorchstar, still in a pleasant and more chipper mood than usual because of the apprentice's uncharacteristic excitement at his proposition, watching the worn out tom pad off. He meowed one last farewell to him, and, just when he thought he could relax for a bit and think in silence, he turned about and found Troutsplash. He faintly remembered seeing the deputy-to-be sitting off to the side, watching the leader and the apprentice talk, and felt quilt about not talking to him earlier. StarClan knows how long the patient feline had been sitting there, awaiting the tall tabby's attention.
He meowed, emerald eyes losing a bit of their gown when he saw the nervousness in the warrior's gaze, growing a little concerned, "Good evening, Troutsplash," The orange tabby's eyes rover over the grey-brown tabby, and his head tilted to the side a little. What had he sent the tom out to do again? Oh. Oh, yes, catch that stupid rogue that had stolen a rat from the fresh-kill pile around dawn... With all the chaos of today, Scorchstar had honestly forgotten the warrior's task, yet tried to cover up his brief bit of confusion. "Sorry to keep you waiting. You didn't complete your task, you say? No bother, really." He twitched his whiskers and lifted a skinny paw, waving it in the air nonchalantly as he spoke. "Rogues getting away with things isn't very uncommon, as you know... If the trader dares to come back, and I doubt it will, because it knows you and the patrol were looking for it, we'll give it a few wounds across the snout to remember us by. But, if you didn't catch the trespasser, I certainly won't punish you for your efforts. I'm sure you pursued the rogue with all you had, but if it got away, I won't lose sleep over it, and neither should you."
He's almost.. frightened of me. I can't have that. Troutsplash and I have known each other since we were kittens, and though we weren't the closest of friends, surely he knows that he can trust his own leader with not flipping out on him for making one simple mistake? The massive, thin tomcat thought, mulling over Troustplash.
He continued, after pausing for a moment to recollect his thoughts and focus on the subject of this other individual that the patrol had dragged in. Another rogue? Of course. The bat-eared leader should've known. Scorchstar licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, still trying to keep his voice light when he continued, "I wouldn't mind at all. I'm keen to meet our newest visitor." His emerald gaze slid upward, slowly, drifting from the warrior's face to the nearly-pitch-black sky above. "But we need to make it quick."

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{Bump! Sorry for my inactivity, my little sister got sick, aha.. fun. Anyway, Hawkcry, Jackalhowl, and Flarepaw are open for interaction if any of you are interested.}

[WildlingQueen]

-You're RP abilities intimidate me lol but I will be on tomorrow if you want any to interact with my cats.-

[yeeee.]

{Sorry for my inactivity ;A; will still be dead 'till Sat-Sun [probably the latter]}

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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? Settle down, because it's a long one!"

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➹ Ant ➷ She-cat ➹ Rogue ➷ 29 moons old ➹ The desert! ➷ Tags; Rainwhisper ➹
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The bony rogue could literally see the blue-grey Clannies's gears whirring and twisting and deciphering Ant's words in that pretty little head of hers.. The way the slightly older female's eyes rover over Ant so hesitantly and warily and indecisively was almost amusing to the skinny, bedraggled creature that had dared reveal herself to the DesertClan cat. First there was astonishment and mortification in her green eyes, then a little hint of ire, then suspicion and confusion. The she-cat's inability to decide how to respond made a little purr gurgle in the Abyssinian cat's throat, and she waved her whip-like, abnormally long tail through the cold, crisp nighttime air just to symbolize this amusement.
Up close, Ant knew she'd been correct about this cat's pretty looks. The blue-grey feline was even more gorgeous up close, much as the rogue hated to admit that so suddenly in the back of her mind. Her fur, awfully unlike Ant's, was smooth and matted down - hardly a hair stuck out of place, while the russet-brown, dusty female's pelt was sticking every which way and her whiskers were mussed. Ant perceived herself to be a total mess, while the blue-grey, green-eyed cat just a mouse-length before her resembled a desert flower: innocent, sweet, and seemingly perfect. Though.. maybe not so perfect. The rogue had seen the cat's posture when she'd prayed, had heard the grief in her small, shaky voice when she'd mumbled to some fictional ancestors of hers. She had even glimpsed, among the wild flurry of emotions in the Clannies's widened eyes, something dark and formidable. Almost as if she was haunted by something.. or someone. Then again, every cat had their secrets to hide and their inner demons to battle. Who was Ant to judge?
They regarded each other for a while longer, sizing one another up, though they both, clearly, didn't want a late night fight. The rogue was beginning to muster up a response, when the female, who introduced herself to be Rainwhisper, spoke at long last. Ant had to admit, though.. Rainwhisper's voice didn't sound as insecure and pathetic as she'd thought it would. It had an aura of confidence in it.. Was the DesertClan cat trying out Ant's mannerisms of speaking and trying to arm herself with honey-soaked words and soft, cooing purrs? The nerve! But there was, in fact, one thing that the Abyssinian noticed above all about Rainwhisper. Those inner demons that the feline had seen struggling in those gleaming, thoughtful eyes of hers? They had disappeared.
Quickly, the parched, starving, and bone-tired rogue shot back a retort. Her voice dropped a little bit of its sugariness, as she'd picked up on Rainwhisper's change in mood and voice and intended to mirror it. Her mew now held more friendliness and playfulness rather than shyness when she said, "Ah, never met an ant you ever liked, eh?.." Ant, pressuring Rainwhisper a little bit, then paused and leaned closer, diminishing the gap between them at an almost inappropriate speed. The rogue, audacious still, drew herself up onto her tiptoes and struck her tail through the air once more. She widened her eyes even more than she thought possible, and they did their special little thing that truly enraptured all: they glowed. They pulsated and vibrated like little living beings that were inhabited her skull, and, as Ant continued, the brighter those golden orbs grew, "Maybe, just maybe, I can change that."
She allowed a small, peculiarly wicked and crooked smile to inch across her maw then, and leaned back just a tad, sweeping on, "Future, honey? Future, indeed. I'll expect to see you again.. and, oh, I'll keep seeing you until you've changed your mind about the little ol' insect I was named after.. Besides, who ever said I was spying? 'Spying' is a rather inclusive and subjective word, isn't it?"

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➹ Flarepaw/ears ➷ She-cat ➹ Apprentice of DesertClan ➷ 11 moons old ➹
Location: Edge of the DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Thorn (OPEN!) ➹
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"And don't even think about coming back.. unless you want a mauled face, of course.." Flarepaw hissed under her breath softly, as he turned tail and strutted off, clearly taking his time with his retreat. She wanted to scream those bitter words after him, but clenched her teeth together tightly, restraining in doing so... for she knew she was bound to be discovered, and would surely give herself away by yelling. Common sense won over instinct, and, with a furious huff and a slumping of her shoulders and the flattened of her ears, the apprentice turned away as well.. The ebony cat was going back to reality and was doing her best to shred any thoughts of the rogue when she reentered camp, sliding through the shrubbery of the camp's outer perimeter.

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➹ Jackalhowl ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 36 moons old
➹ Location: DesertClan camp ➷ Tags; Browntail (OPEN!) ➹
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{I'm really lazy, and needed to post more, because DesertClan is dying.. But, anyway, Jackalhowl is open and in the middle of camp, basically, if anyone wants to talk!}

H A W K C R Y
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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 31 moons old ➹
Location: Inside the medicine cat den; Oasis lake ➷ Tags; Softberry (OPEN!) ➹
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The dark brown brute nodded his wide head, murmuring his thanks one last time before slipping out of the den - well, not really slipping, more like struggling - and into the camp once more. His wounds whimpered and howling in protest, and the plastering of herbs on his back and sides made it all too difficult fro the warrior to even move about. He stumbled out and his sliced, still-bloody face was blasted with cool, nighttime air. Time seemed to have flown by - already, the sun was down and the nearly-perfectly-round, silver moon was pasted in the sky.
Hackwork's intensely blue eyes raked across camp - nothing seemed to have changed, but he couldn't help but notice the nervous, almost fearful looks that his Clanmates tossed him when they saw him exit Softberry's tunnel-den. The dark tabby didn't know what that made him feel. He ignored those who starred at him with round, glowing eyes, and shifted his stare to Scorchstar, who was still chattering with Batpaw. Now the black, bloodied, and bruised apprentice didn't seem grumpy or sacred.. He looked.. excited, of all things. Hawkcry couldn't help but wonder what Scorchstar was up to now. Judging by the gleam in Batpaw's filmy eyes and the relief and hint of pride in the leader's posture, the egotistical brute assumed it not to be good.
Snarling and thrashing his tail, Hawkcry, stiffly, stalked his way past them, going to the Oasis lake to get a lap of water. He deliberately inched away from his former mentor and the black cat, winding his way down the lake's banks until he was able to get to a destination far enough away from them. Then, Hawkcry bent down slowly and painfully; he felt the dried herbal paste crack, which sent fresh juices trickling into his open wounds. The warrior hissed as he bent lower, lower, and got into a crouch. Before he stretched his thick, stocky neck out to drink, he twisted his head back to see Softberry's handiwork. Not very pretty.. especially on a warrior like him. His fur stuck out through the green paste that covered his back and blood was seeping through the juices. Still, though the arrogant warrior wasn't about to complain, as she'd done her best and knew far more about healing than he, but his pride - which was one of his most important things to him - was wounded. He perceived himself to be a mess!
Grunting irritably, Hawkcry turned away, back to the task at hand - to guzzle as much water as he physically could. He couldn't remember the last time he'd drank, and was parched something awful.

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, then Troutsplash ➹
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Scorchstar, still in a pleasant and more chipper mood than usual because of the apprentice's uncharacteristic excitement at his proposition, watching the worn out tom pad off. He meowed one last farewell to him, and, just when he thought he could relax for a bit and think in silence, he turned about and found Troutsplash. He faintly remembered seeing the deputy-to-be sitting off to the side, watching the leader and the apprentice talk, and felt quilt about not talking to him earlier. StarClan knows how long the patient feline had been sitting there, awaiting the tall tabby's attention.
He meowed, emerald eyes losing a bit of their gown when he saw the nervousness in the warrior's gaze, growing a little concerned, "Good evening, Troutsplash," The orange tabby's eyes rover over the grey-brown tabby, and his head tilted to the side a little. What had he sent the tom out to do again? Oh. Oh, yes, catch that stupid rogue that had stolen a rat from the fresh-kill pile around dawn... With all the chaos of today, Scorchstar had honestly forgotten the warrior's task, yet tried to cover up his brief bit of confusion. "Sorry to keep you waiting. You didn't complete your task, you say? No bother, really." He twitched his whiskers and lifted a skinny paw, waving it in the air nonchalantly as he spoke. "Rogues getting away with things isn't very uncommon, as you know... If the trader dares to come back, and I doubt it will, because it knows you and the patrol were looking for it, we'll give it a few wounds across the snout to remember us by. But, if you didn't catch the trespasser, I certainly won't punish you for your efforts. I'm sure you pursued the rogue with all you had, but if it got away, I won't lose sleep over it, and neither should you."
He's almost.. frightened of me. I can't have that. Troutsplash and I have known each other since we were kittens, and though we weren't the closest of friends, surely he knows that he can trust his own leader with not flipping out on him for making one simple mistake? The massive, thin tomcat thought, mulling over Troustplash.
He continued, after pausing for a moment to recollect his thoughts and focus on the subject of this other individual that the patrol had dragged in. Another rogue? Of course. The bat-eared leader should've known. Scorchstar licked his lips and narrowed his eyes, still trying to keep his voice light when he continued, "I wouldn't mind at all. I'm keen to meet our newest visitor." His emerald gaze slid upward, slowly, drifting from the warrior's face to the nearly-pitch-black sky above. "But we need to make it quick."

{@Darkest,
Nah, it's fine! Take your time.
@Emily,
Aha, please interact with any of them if you'd like. Sorry for intimidating you lol ;-;}

[WildlingQueen]

-which one of your characters is open?-

[* Macey *]

~currently working on a reply for Jackelhowl!~