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[WildlingQueen]

Coyoteclaw
Molly - 20 Moons - Warrior - Heterosexual - Fawn & Black - Tags: Hawkcry

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Coyoteclaw's muscles rippled under her fawn pelt as her body stiffened. She felt the massive tomcats eyes study her, the fur on her back rising slightly. She managed to control the annoyance that rumbled through her lean body, her tail tip twitching slightly. You'd think I was prey the way he's looking at me. she scoffed inwardly, her own eyes tracing over his massive shape. The moon illuminated his eyes, giving him an eerily dark appearance, that she couldn't help but be intrigued by. As he responded, she caught the sneer paint itself across his face and a slight quiver in his muscle as he rolled his injured shoulder. She caught the slight flicker of pain dart across his eyes and felt her own crude smirk settle across her face. Deserves it for being such a show off she thought to herself listening as he gloated about his quarrel with a rogue, his oh so incredible expertise and how his wound just happened to reopen. She stared at him mindlessly for a moment, wondering when she had ever actually talked to the tom, if she had. She contemplated the cat she saw before her and compared him next to his apprentice. It was a huge comparison, but a slight prickle of respect slithered into her mind as she stared at the tomcat. "I'm sure you're perfectly capable of handling it. I'd hate to see a warrior... of your stature... succumb to a petty wound" she purred, her eyes glistening with mischief. She was never fond of pointless war, but this tom seemed drawn to it, and for some reason it fascinated her. She made the decision that she would play this out, find out all she could about the tom before playing into his silly game.

[* Macey *]

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I stretch my jaws into a large yawn. I hadn't truly relized how far the sun has set until now. I give a small sigh, " Oh I'm fine. But I want nothing more than to curl up in my nest." I look around the camp. Few cats were still stirring. " Yet I've heard rumors that the deputy is being chosen tonight, and I can't stand to miss it."I blink my drowsy eyes a few times. I look up to the tom in front of me, a friendly smile across my muzzle. " I'm slightly starting to fear they're not true. That I'm exhausting myself for nothing. What do you think? Who would you like to be deputy?" I move me tail so it's laying behind me. I tap the white tip slightly.

[Dinolil1]

Larkpelt-18 moons-warrior-open-

Larkpelt padded silently back to camp, a few mice hanging from his jaws. The patchy furred warrior noticed Flarepaw outside the campsite, near the walls of the camp and by the entrance. '' Hey'' Larkpelt mewed quietly, his voice betraying anxiety in his voice although it was muffled by the mice dangling from his muzzle. '' What are you doing out here?'' Larkpelt inquired, flicking his ears. '' It seems strange to be out here all alone with all the dangers about.'' he mused, Larkpelt's mind racing with thoughts of fierce toothed jackals, keen eyed hawks and malicious serpents. Shuddering fearfully, Larkpelt padded past the bold apprentice, flicking his tail to beckon her back to camp. " Come on...unless your meant to stay out here?" Larkpelt added thoughtfully, wondering whether Flarepaw was waiting for some cat or she was sitting vigil.

[deftonesly]

{@dinolil1, Flarepaw isn't OUTSIDE of camp, she's just, like, nearby the camp entrance. Not quite outside yet, but on the outer premiers of the camp or nearby the boundary wall. Not outside of camp. Sorry for the misconception on that.
Please look at her coded bit of information for her location before posting, eh? I won't be responding with her until that is edited, sorry! ;n;}

[deftonesly]

H A W K C R Y
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➹ Hawkcry ➷ Tomcat ➹ Warrior of DesertClan ➷ 31 moons old ➹
Location: Beside the Oasis lake. ➷ Tags; Coyoteclaw ➹
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Hawkcry glimpsed Coyoteclaw's muscles stiffen beneath her fawn and black pelt, saw the coarse spines of fur along her back rise with irritation. Easy, tigress.. Easy. Huh, she's not such a pushover as I once thought, and she certainly is ruffled by my words while any other cat would've been enraptured. I guess I'll just have to keep digging deeper. But still.. there's something in her eyes that I like. Is it, could it be..? Admiration, maybe? Or a hint of respect. Well now, that's something I could work with and use. I wonder if I could persuade her to join Waspclaw's cause? Unlikely, seeing as she's so loyal, but I've got to try. We'll need all the cats we can get when the time arises to kill Scorchstar... When the time arises for Waspclaw to rule this Clan with me at his right side.
The dark tabby was deep in thought, and he paused, lapsing into silence as he studied the female's expression with dangerous calculation and criticalness. You're a grand fighter, Coyoteclaw, and a grand warrior too. We could definitely use your power.. There must be a niche somewhere in you. Hopefully I can track it and possibly unveil a potential weakness that I can use for our cause in the process of doing so.
He was brought back to reality when he caught the look in the warrior's eyes, though He growled, lowly, voice filled with warning and hostility, at the sight of amusement dancing in her stae when she discovered the pain in his movements that were meant to impress. How dare she? How dare she?! You dare mock one of the finest warriors of the Clan? You dare-
AHawkcry stopped in his inward ranting, and cut off the gurgling, almost inaudible, noise in his throat. In order to win the molly over, he had to appeal to her and put on his most charming demeanor. Not chase her away with abrasive words and threatening snarls. I'm fine. I'm fine, I'm cool, I'm fine.. The dark tabby thought, though his pale blue eyes still betrayed some of his lingering ire at the fact that Coyoteclaw had just shredded one of the most important things to him - his pride.
But the younger cat redeemed herself when he commented on his stature. Immediately, his rage with her was put aside, and he puffed out his massive, white-furred chest, displaying his bloody wounds and green herbal paste right to the female's face, so egotistical was he. "True, true. Of course I am. I always bounce back. No wound can keep me handicapped for long," He purred, his words reassuming their sweetness. "Anyway, onto a different subject now. Rumor has it the new deputy well be chosen, at last, tonight. I've heard the gossip floating about, and I'm assuming that you have as well. Who do you think will get the position?"

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!"
The elderly female took a great, deep breath before beginning her lament on one of the most complicated and confusing warriors that DesertClan had ever known: Jackalhowl. "Now, this was a long, long time ago.. About.. how many moons was it again?" Noeyes paused and thought, scrunching up her nose and frowning before continuing, her voice upbeat, "Oh, yes, about thirty moons ago - Quailfeather, you may remember this tale, by the way, hun - there were once two brothers: Jackalpaw and Grasspaw. You both of course are familiar with Jackalhowl, but, haven't probably heard of his brother. Now, I don't mean to be a gossip, and I surely don't mean to hurt good old Jackalhowl's feelings, but.. this story is on his relationship with his brother before he.. passed on and left this world, if you know what I mean."
Noeyes paused then, head twisting from Quailfeather and Silverkit expectantly, wanting some commentary and feedback on how she was telling her tale to them.

{Literally, I have no inspiration for this story. It's basically going to b about how close Jackalhowl(paw) ad Grasspaw were before he died, so, uh, yeah. ;n;}

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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 cat'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 Clan feline'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; by camp boundary wall. ➷ Tags; Larkpelt ➹
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{Waiting for corrections from @dinolil1}

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; basically just sitting wherever. ➷ Tags; Mossleap ➹
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"Likewise," Jackalhowl murmured, his own jaws parting in yet another massive, slightly exaggerated yawn. He perked up a little bit, though, and his drooping, sad-looking yellow-green eyes brightened a tad when Mossleap brought up the "deputy rumors". A deputy? After so long? This was too good to be true! The main coon couldn't believe he hadn't heard about this information, and was actually glad that the solver tabby had padded up to him, for if she hadn't, he would've been unaware of the rumors she was jabbering about.
Honestly, the warrior had been so consumed with himself that he'd never really sought out an individual that had his support.. There were plenty of capable, strong warriors in DesertClan. Though Jackalhowl knew fully well that he wouldn't get the position, the news excited him, and Mossleap's qinuiries made him think hard. Who did he want to become deputy? The first cat to naturally come to mind was Russetstorm, so, the fluffy-furred tom, just to keep the conversation going, meowed, slowly, thoughtfully, in response, "Deputy? I had no idea that the new one would be chosen tonight. I'm glad you told me - I was off to my nest, actually, before you showed up. I may as well stuck around, but," He tossed a hick glance up at the dark sky, "I'm not going to waste my sleep for much longer." He then refocused his gaze from the gorgeous night sky that was sprinkled with twinkles constellations back to Mossleap. "Who do I think? Why... Hmm.. maybe Russetstorm?" Even when he said the warrior's name Jackalhowl's massive paws quivered and his heart thudded hard. "He's always been a loyal, strong warrior.. But if not, maybe Greywhisker? He's also pretty practical and is great with battle strategies and the like.. I don't have a definite favorite, as I'm sure whoever Scorchstar selects will make us all proud."

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."

[Dinolil1]

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Larkpelt padded silently back to camp, a few mice hanging from his jaws. The patchy furred warrior noticed Flarepaw outside the campsite, near the walls of the camp and by the entrance. '' Hey'' Larkpelt mewed quietly, his voice betraying anxiety in his voice although it was muffled by the mice dangling from his muzzle. '' What are you doing out here?'' Larkpelt inquired, flicking his ears. '' It seems strange to be out here all alone with all the dangers about.'' he mused, Larkpelt's mind racing with thoughts of fierce toothed jackals, keen eyed hawks and malicious serpents. Shuddering fearfully, Larkpelt padded past the bold apprentice, flicking his tail to beckon her back to camp. " Come on...unless your meant to stay out here?" Larkpelt added thoughtfully, wondering whether Flarepaw was waiting for some cat or she was sitting vigil.

[WildlingQueen]

Coyoteclaw
Molly - 20 Moons - Warrior - Heterosexual - Fawn & Black - Tags: Hawkcry

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The lean she cat's golden eyes scanned the tabby as his own eyes scrutinized her. She could tell she had hit a nerve the moment her amusement played across her eyes, his pale blue eyes latching on to every subtle movement she made. He's prideful for sure she thought bitterly, watching the tom closely as the anger dissipated, replaced by a boastful glimmer as he puffed out his chest in an over-exaggerated show of pride. The scent of herbs lingered around her along with a hint of fresh blood from his battle wound. She shifted her body back slightly, her eyes flickering to his shoulder, her ears alert as his voice rang out against the silence that surrounded them. The most talked about topic among the clan cats tonight was the deputy, and who Scorchstar would choose. She had several thoughts swirling around in her mind, but the most obvious choice had been Troutsplash. "I've heard several cats assume Troutsplash, but there are plenty of cats qualified to become deputy" she cast a sidelong glance at the tom, watching his facial expressions closely, admiring the strength his body portrayed. She sat slightly taller and refocused her attention on the clan, analyzing what she knew about this cat, and what words she could speak that would help in her attempts to befriend this cat. The realization was made at the friendship he shared with the overly ambitious Waspclaw. She flicked her tail in thought before turning back to the toms scrutinizing gaze. "Mossleap would be a good choice as well. Same with Waspclaw. He's strong and dedicated with an air of ambition" she meowed, her voice firm and confident. She wasn't so sure Waspclaw was a good choice, his ambitions left her with slight worries and she herself had longed to be deputy but she knew that Hawkcry would approve of her thought process. "Who do you think will be chosen?" she asked, turning her own bright gaze to him.

[* Macey *]

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I blink and give a small nod. " I trust Scorchstar to make the best decision for our clan." I followed the fluffy tom's gaze to the twinkling night sky. I can't help but let out a purr at the sight. "This is why I stay up." I whisper. " This is what I can't bare to miss." I look down from the beautiful sky a focus my attention back on Jackalhowl. Is it just me or did he get kinda nervous when he was talking about possible deputy candidates. I quietly consider to myself. Oh stop it! Leave the poor tom alone! He doesn't need you snooping in his business. I give a small sigh. I stand and stretch my limbs slightly to ease the drowsiness settling into them, before I retake my seat on the sandy ground, now warm from my body heat. "Isn't the sky just breathtaking at night?" The warm purr continues to rumble on my throat as I admire the countless stars.

[canadianhowl]

Screw it! I can't role play, I can't understand, I get lost easily, just.... Screw it.

[deftonesly]

{Uhm.. Mossleap is in camp and is talking with Jackalhowl, Canada. ;n;}