Gender; Tomcat • Age; 31 moons old • Rank; Warrior • Mood; Cocky and prideful, then a little bit
flirty. • Location; Beside the Oasis lake. • Tags; Coyoteclaw
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Hawkcry knew, in that moment, that he'd won the female over. Just - like - that. The respect and adoration was clear in her golden gaze now, and the dark tabby relished in it.. Seeing that there, so obviously, meant that he had succeeded in recruiting another cat. But he wasn't taking any chances just yet.. coyote claw was still a loyal cat who was merely blinded by Hawkcry's bewitching power. He had to tread carefully, for if the wrong words slipped from his maw, she could recoil, hate him forever, and go spill everything he'd said to Scorchstar himself.And the warrior was on bad enough terms with his former mentor anyhow. He wouldn't want to reveal his plans so soon after they'd been formed with Waspclaw.
But when Coyoteclaw, surprisingly, got to her feet in a swift, fluid motion and waltzed over to him, sashaying her hips, the dark brute couldn't hide his astonishment. What had happened to her narrowed eyes, ruffled fur, and overall reserved aura? Nonetheless, Coyoteclaw's sudden closeness made a soft purr rumble in his throat, and the purr grew higher, more audible, when she gently swept her tail across his jawline. Hawkcry loved it when females were this close to him.. He enjoyed the opposite sex all too greatly, and the fact that this formerly stoic molly was winding around him with a mischievous glint in her stare made his mind buzz and fur lift with anticipation.
Unlike any other tom, though, Hawkcry was able to remain composed, cool, and collected, even with the younger warrior brushing against his sides and curling her tail beneath his chin. What could he say? He dealt with females that threw themselves at him constantly; it was hard to avoid not getting attention from mollies when he was so handsome, so regal, and so muscular.. Therefore, he was used to the feeling of physical contact with them. It no longer made him nervous and awkward like it had in his more.. youthful days. The pale blue-eyed, stocky cat knew what the fawn and black cat was asking of him.. So he knew that it wasn't time to tell her of the plans he and Waspclaw had. For now.
The warrior chuckled in response to Coyoteclaw's sudden flirtatiousness, keeping his cool, "Woah there, whoah there.. Where did that spunkiness come from, sweet thing?" He then, delicately, raised a massive paw and held it to the molly's chin. He even had the audacity to unsheathe one of his claws on her, lightly grazing her soft, thin fur with its black, hooked tip. "Glad to hear that I've snagged your attention at long last about dear Waspclaw. For starters, even if he's young, he's one of the strongest, most ambitious, and most powerful warrior that has ever roamed DesertClan's lands.. He has great things planned for us all, I'm sure of it." His pale blue eyes, blazing with a frosty fire against the darkness of the night around the pair, were bright and almost.. pulsating, giving off an eerie glow. Hawkcry, continued, now talking in a low, hushed tone, "Best to get on board with the idea of Waspclaw becoming deputy now, while you still can, Coyoteclaw.. For when the time comes for him to be leader once Scorchstar had either stepped down or passed.. on.. He will not spare those who do not support him. Like I said, great things are in store for his followers, but for his enemies?.. I'd rather not talk about them. Do we have an understanding of one another now?"Gender; She-cat • Age; 11 moons • Rank; Appprentice • Mood; Moody, annoyed, and cavalier.
• Location; DesertClan camp; basically just sitting anywhere. • Tags; Larkpelt
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The ebony molly, who was invisible, just a pair of glowing green eyes in the darkness about them, resisted the urge to make yet another snappy retort at the cowardly warrior that stood before her. It annoyed her to no end how the patchily-furred, skinny creature couldn't seem to relax for only a heartbeat.. What had made him so anxious all the time? So frightened, so scared, at every new thing that happened in his life? Whatever, Flarepaw told herself, flicking her namesake ears, irritable, as the frown on her face became more prominent, If he wants to not take chances or opportunities and live in fear for the rest of his worthless life, that's just fine with me. It is the cowards that can never succeed, never win, and it is the cowards that will always, always lose in the face of adversity.
The apprentice, dragged from her thoughts when she realized she was taking too long to respond, scoffed at the slightly younger feline, "Worry?" She let a rude laugh rip from her jaws. "Yes, worry. That's all you ever do. Nothing else. Of course you cannot help by worrying and being cautious, Larkpelt, of course you can't.. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself, more so than you, probably, so don't even bother to baby me or care about my well-being, you hear?" Gender; Tomcat • Age; 42 moons old • Rank; Leader • Mood; Pleasant and excited, then nonchalant yet a
little wary. • Location; Beside the Oasis lake. • Tags; 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."Gender; She-cat • Age; 91 moons old • Rank; Elder • Mood; Perky and happy, though a little bit sad. • Location; Beside the
Oasis lake. • Tags; Quailfeather and Silverkit
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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 on how she was telling her tale to them. She thought she as doing very well at keeping the story mysterious and enticing and full of suspense, and, just for effect, The Russian blue paused and waited for some appreciative feedback.Gender; Tomcat • Age; 36 moons old • Rank; Warrior • Mood; Anxious, nervous (as always), and a bit awkward, but he
is beginning to find his happy place and relax. • Location; DesertClan camp; basically sitting wherever. • Tags; Mossleap
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"As do I," Jackalhowl meowed, thoughtfully, as he, not daring to meet Mossleap's eye, looked down at his massive feet, which were shifting and shuffling with his usual nerves. He noticed the way she was watching him, and that sacred him.. The silver tabby, he could see out of his peripheral vision, had a curious look on her face, like she sensed some sort of secret, but didn't want to press him about it. What does she see in me? Did I say something wrong? Maybe she doesn't quite agree with my choices on who should become deputy.. Yeah, I hope that's it, Jackalhowl thought as he met her gaze once before quickly looking down again, awkwardly.
The main coon then added, trying to ignore her green stare, since his end of the conversation wad dying fast, "Scorchstar has led us through many things, and he has always done DesertClan justice. Whomever he chooses will make a fine deputy, I'm sure of that." He trailed off when he noticed that Mossleap's gaze was no longer on him, but on the bright, twinkling, collection of stars high above their heads. The distant orbs of light danced across the black, slightly purple-streaked sky. Jackalhowl even thought he saw a shooting star blaze, elegant and fast, across the sky, but it was so quick that the warrior thought he'd imagined it altogether. The brute listened absently as Mossleap talked about the stars and how beautiful they were, and nodded his head a few times just to portray that he was listening when he really wasn't. He was lost in an alternate world as he stared, yellow-green eyes as huge as a burrowing owl's at the wonders of the heavens.
When he heard Mossleap get up and shift around, though, his wide eyes were ripped from the masterpiece above him and were focused on her. Now that he wasn't staring at the stars, he wasn't so distracted so he finally, meowed, "It always is. We're very blessed to live out here, where the skies are not interrupted by trees and the like." He blinked, startled by his sudden urge to share to Mossleap his love for his home and for the sky and the wonders all about him. Gender; She-cat • Age; 29 moons old • Rank; Rogue • Mood; Flirty and sexually, romantically
and irratiionally excited, yet also amused. • Location; The desert; pretty far away from the Clan cats' campsite. • 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?"━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
⊱ Author's Notes ⊰
• @Emily + Alison, Glad to see that you like it. <3 And, okay, thanks for clearing that up
about Coyoteclaw. I also added in a little link to what I was trying to reference with the "paw on chin" thing.
I hope that will give you an ideal reference as to what Hawkcry is doing.
• Oh, snap, Waspclaw, are you gossiping about your leader? XD @Olivesaururs, should we have Hawkcry and
Waspclaw meet up soon? Maybe once the deputy ceremony begins they can find one another in the crowd.
Also, it's not a problem. We are leaving this thread soon, anyhow, so I'll let it slide. I understand since you're
A mobile user it's harder to remember to hit that checkbox, so it's fine!
