PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[WildlingQueen]

Venom is still open too. She by the warriors den and Wren is on the outskirts of camp

[Olivesaurus]

Venom is still open too. She by the warriors den and Wren is on the outskirts of camp

(Okay, I think I'll have him go to Venom.)

W a s p c l a w
tom - warrior - 29 moons - crush: cloudedstorm - apprentice: batpaw
feeling: incisive - location: camp - tags: venom

Waspclaw sat a few tail-lengths away from the fresh-kill pile, staring intently at the leader's den. His eyes were narrowed with concentration, as if he was imagining his leader padding out with the news of who'd become DesertClan's new deputy. The large tom could feel his body tingle as he waited. He couldn't help his ambition. After all, if he wasn't chosen there'd be... say... some problems with his plans. Not that they couldn't be fixed, of course. Waspclaw scanned camp, fixing his yellow eyes on an unfamiliar black and white pelt. He had seen the she-cat enter camp earlier, though he had only heard bits and snatches of the news. The tom stood, facing the she-cat, and padded toward her. His broad shoulders rolled and he walked with authority, just like a leader would. "New here?" Waspclaw meowed, his tone neutral. He wanted to draw information out of the she-cat. Perhaps she could aid him.

[WildlingQueen]

Venom/Venomstrime
Molly - 24 Moons - Rogue - Bisexual/No preference - White & Black - Tags: Waspclaw

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The lithe black and white Molly stretched her muscles carefully, each one aching with the exhaustion of the day. The moon had already risen and the dull blackness of the camp let her disappear among the shadows. However, she could feel eyes roaming her, despite her bitter attempts to keep out of sight. She looked up from her resting place to catch sight of a large domineering tom, his body motions spoke of a leader... Someone of importance. This cat was handsome if not somewhat intimidating, and as he approached she could feel the dark ambition rolling off him. She immidiatly found his eyes and forced herself to sit up, her claws unsheathing slightly into the loose sand below her paws. She scrutinized him carefully, watching every slight twitch of his muscle, keenly aware of how he toward her in size. If she were to lose her temper she knew she would lose the fight. "Yeah. I am. My name's Venom" she meowed with a fierceness to her voice. She wouldn't let this tom think she was weak, even if he was stronger by all accounts.



-Sorry I am on mobile (cursed mobile)-

[Olivesaurus]

(It's cool, I am as well.)

W a s p c l a w
tom - warrior - 29 moons - crush: cloudedstorm - apprentice: batpaw
feeling: incisive - location: camp - tags: venom

Waspclaw's eyes bore into the she-cat, almost as if he was trying to draw out her very essence. A slight smiled appeared on the tom's maw. "I like your fierceness, Venom." He replied. The tom sat down across from the molly, which especially showed their size differences. However, Waspclaw knew a cat's size did not always determine their power and strength. "What brings you to DesertClan? Famine? Heat? Or perhaps some interior motive?" The tiger tom could see the scars she carried and the way she tried to best to appear just as strong as he was. She was dangerous; she knew what she was doing, and so did he.

[canadianhowl]

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L o v i n o

type; bisexual
crush; softberry, open
health; 100
rank; rouge
mood; curious
hunger; 85
tagged; thistle, open
voice; XXXX

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➳x The slender male rouge was laying a bit close to the camp entrance awaiting for dawn to come. He couldn't wait to see Softberry again and breath in her sweet scent and look at her beautiful eyes once again. Lovino sighed but was brightened up again when he though about that he was going to have a new home. Well, he wasn't sure but he hoped he would be able to live in the clan. Soon enough he heard something call out to him and with a flash unsheathed his claws and gave a loud grown at the approaching figure. Soon seeing it was a female Lovino calmed down and let himself relax a bit. He had to act cool in front of a lady because what cat like him didn't? Sitting up right Lovino narrowed his hazel gaze just incase he was mistaken. Clarifying it was a she cat he then gave a small smile and padded a bit closer with a charming smirk on his face. Of coarse some cats know that Lovino is a pro at talking with the ladies. "Why hello bella. What's a pretty she cat doing around here?" He asked with a small purr as he got closer to Thistle. He wrapped his tail around his neck and rubbed himself against the she cats sides before he gave a small chuckle and a small lick of his chops. His tactic is that he would start out being too flirty then calm down a nod gain his flirting skills again until the she cat falls under his spell. Then of coarse all cats know once a male gets a female to love him, he would make that move but he wouldn't make that move too soon once he gets a she cat to fall for him. It takes time for love and Lovino ain't going to rush it.

[WildlingQueen]

Thistle/Thistleheart
Molly - 28 Moons - Rogue - Bisexual/No preference - White & Grey - Tags: Lovino

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Thistle felt the tom's eyes scanning her, her fur prickling slightly at the scrutinization. She shifted on her paws uncomfortably as he reached her side, his tail curling up under his chin, pelt brushing hers. She sidestepped him slightly, flicking her ears forward, her tail twitching in annoyance. He is charming, but he's a bit... overbearing she thought. "I'm getting away from the commotion of the clan. What is a handsome tom like you doing out this late?" she purred, pulling at his ego. She watched the tom carefully, watching as his muscles rippled beneath his pelt. Her own muscles twitched beneath her silver gray shoulders, her fur laying flat again. She thought back towards camp where Venom was and hoped that the she-cat was faring well. She knew that if she was this uncomfortable, Venom had to be twice as uncomfortable. She shook the thought from her head and refocused on the tom before her.

Venom/Venomstrike
Molly - 24 Moons - Rogue - Bisexual/Preference: Molly - Black & White - Tags: Waspclaw

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Venom eyed the massive tom as he fell into place beside her. She felt his presence weigh down on her, her hackles prickling slightly. She wasn't afraid of him so much as she was taken by the power that rolled off of him. She flicked her tail, shifting on her paws slightly "I have no reason other than being dragged here by Thistle" she hissed slightly, her lip lifting, exposing her already elongated fangs, irritated at the fact that she had had very little say in their arrival to the clan. She gazed back up at him, amusement flickering across her eyes "Do you have a reason I should stay?" she asked, flicking her ears towards the tom, her eyes expectant. From the deadly gaze he watched her with she knew he was worth befriending. She wasn't taken by the weak and petty ways of the cats she saw before her, nor the calm demeanor of the cat that claimed to be the leader. She was born a rogue. She had trained herself to be deadly in battle and so far, she was unimpressed by these so called warriors. She sat up a little taller, making sure the tom know she was just as much of a fighter as he himself appeared to be.

[canadianhowl]

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L o v i n o

type; bisexual
crush; softberry, open
health; 100
rank; rouge
mood; curious
hunger; 85
tagged; thistle, open
voice; XXXX

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➳x "Well I'm just spending the night over here untill I am fetched in the morning by a clan cat. She promised she would be here at dawn to bring me to the clan and o swear if she break that promise, I ain't going to be happy. But beside that, why are you even talking to me. I mean it's not normal for such a pretty she cat to be talking to me. Usually because I'm a bad boy and I don't want to mess up a she cats looks or behavior." Lovino purred again as he sat down on the ground with his tail neatly wrapped around his paws.

[[ I'm on writers block right now ]]

[deftonesly]

{Little recap?}

[WildlingQueen]

-Thistle and Lovino are talking just outside of camp, Waspclaw is talking to Venom, attempting to figure out if he can use her. And Coyoteclaw is just waiting for a reply.

Mossleap is waiting for a response from Jackalhowl and Larkpelt is waiting for a response from Flarepaw.

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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.

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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.

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.

These are all the reposts for you-

[deftonesly]

{God bless you, Em. I will get to working on responses ASAP.
Thanks a ton! <3}