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[WildlingQueen]

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

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The molly could hear the sadness in his voice, the slight shake in his words, but his body had slowly eased from the anxious shaking. She stayed where she was, not daring to pull away. She was more than comfortable with the tom, at ease with his presence. She understood him and he was sure to understand her. "Of course." she purred softly. She felt the tom nuzzle her in appreciation, and she returned the gesture, pressing her muzzle against his forehead affectionately. A small purr escaped her throat as his own purr reached her ear. "You're not a bad cat" she meowed calmly, her blue eyes flashing towards his. She was being honest. He had a kind heart, and kind eyes, his aura comforting her.



-No problem, oh and Schiz, I will be changing my username tonight at some point, I'm unsure what it will be yet but I just wanted to let you know ahead of time. Goodnight Enjoy your sleep.-

[WildlingQueen]

[[ @Macey:; Mossleap can interact with Tino? ]]

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B l a z e p a w

gender; female
crush; open
health; 100
rank; apprentice
mood; calm
hunger; 85
tagged; sunpaw, open
voice; [url=X]XXXX[/url]

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➳x [[ Hold on I'm trying to think of something ]]

-I think this is the last response from Firepaw-

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F i r e p a w

gender; male
crush; amberpaw, open
health; 100
rank; apprentice
mood; mixed
hunger; 82
tagged; amberpaw, open
voice; XXXX

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➳x "Yah, he's not a clan cat at all but he did want to be. All I know is that you are going to have a hard time finding him if he is somehow alive. I just wanted to say, thanks for trying to help me really. " He meowed with a small smile which was rare of him to give off to someone. "Well, I could tell you a bit about Francis if you want me to. It makes me a bit more happier when I speak about him to another cat. Like how it feels to speak about your own problems to another cat and they want to help you out? It's kind of like that. " Firepaw added on. He did like Amberpaw's good nature and he was grateful that she did want to help him to be happy again because after he knew his love wasn't returning it had broke him. Since that day on he had been a mean, stubborn, and snappy cat who everyone hated. No one would know the really reason behind his attitude because they weren't him.

[Dinolil1]

Larkpelt-warrior-18 moons-Tagged: Flarepaw-

He cringed at her sharp words. Larkpelt was on the verge of snapping, which was unusual for the meek warrior. '' I was just trying to help!'' the patched warrior spat, fur bristling, '' Sometimes you should just be less judgemental!'' After his sudden snap, Larkpelt froze, worried that he had hurt Flarepaw's feelings. '' S-sorry...'' Larkpelt started to mutter, the sudden fury in his eyes disappearing like early morning dew in the desert sun.

[canadianhowl]

[[ I have to think of a responce so you may not get one till after school today. ]]

[Olivesaurus]

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

Waspclaw straightened himself before glancing towards the tom. "Scorchstar? Yes, I'd believe that too." The tom lowered his voice, so if Scorchstar was somehow able to hear them, he wouldn't be able to anymore. "The tom would be mousebrained not to choose me." He must be a name floating through dicussions right now. The tom was popular among the clan, even with his arrogance and ambitions. After all, he already had several followers in the clan who would aid him no matter what.

[canadianhowl]

[[ Yah I'm sorry for being a disgrace. I can't think of how to respond to Thistle. ]]

[WildlingQueen]

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

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Venom shifted on her paws slightly, her muscles aching from the tenseness. She gazed at all the cats in the clan and wondered how many stood beside this tom. How many cats fell under his command with the same amount of wonder-lust that she currently felt next to him. It was his power and strength, it was intoxicating, especially to a cat who adored power above all else, and she was definitely one of those cats. He offered power and strength in a place where she saw very little, she knew it would be best for her to stay on the tom's good side if she was to flourish in this clan life. If not, she needed to leave and get as far away as possible from the clan cats, but that meant leaving Thistle of her own accord. "If you're looking for allies, you've got one in me" she meowed. As if to confirm her loyalty, her admittance that she would do anything to help him keep power, she unsheathed her claws, digging them into the soil below. Her eyes burned like flames against her black and white fur.



-It's fine, take your time -

[Olivesaurus]

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

Waspclaw felt his surge of anger slowly fade away, instead being replaced with certainy. He would be chosen as deputy. If not, Scorchstar would surely pay. Either way, he'd make his way up to the top of the clan. The tom's eyes closed his eyes and listened as Venom spoke. He opened them once more and looked at the she-cat. "Thank you." He meowed, voice rough and low as ever. "I'll make sure you flourish in DesertClan. You'll get the respect you deserve."

(short reply, sorry, I've got to go!)

[deftonesly]

⊱ H A W K C R Y ⊰

Gender; Tomcat • Age; 31 moons old • Rank; Warrior • Mood; Cocky and prideful, and terribly flirty. • Location; Beside the Oasis lake. • Tags; Coyoteclaw

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The dark tabby let out a dark chuckle at Coyoteclaw's purring, and lightly tapped her chin then with his claw.. gently, oh so gently. Hawkcry purred too, meeting her golden gaze and holding it - bright blue eyes meeting golden ones as they exchanged the same air, "Displeased with what? The fact that other cats have been whispering about ones like Mossleap and Troutsplash becoming deputy instead of Waspclaw? Why, yes, that displeases me something awful.. But the real question is, are you displeased, dearest?"The dark tomcat lifted one of his thick eyebrows and let his usual, cavalier, and gleaming-white grin unfold on his face. There was no denying the fact that the great, stocky brute was asking if Coyoteclaw was displeased with their closeness or not.. He seemed to be subtly implying that, if she craved more closeness, more physical contact, then he would surely give it.
Hawkcry, then, still not releasing Coyoteclaw's chin and not even moving a muscle, twitching an ear, or batting an eyelash, swept on, earnestly, "Of course this Clan needs to be powerful. Of course it does. Scorchstar..." He sighed melodramatically. "Has never been the finest of leaders, but don't ever tell him that. It's all about control and conquering and whether or not you have the ability to stir fear in the hearts of both your Clanmates and your enemies... All Scorchstar does is sit on his leader's ledge and order us about; he's never given us any particular reasons to respect him and worship the ground he walks upon. We need someone who will take action, take chances, and not, honestly, care about the consequences. Someone.. who will make DesertClan great again. I feel as if Waspclaw could do much, much finer, and completely remodel this Clan in his image. And that image is a great one, oh, you bet it is."
The massive, bewitching warrior, then switching to another subject, finally became mobile again. He blinked his eyes, slowly, and gently turned Coyoteclaw's face upward with a slight nudge of his claw. He let out that creepy, yet also, somehow, charming and libertine, chuckle rip from his maw again, as he examined her like one would examine a recently-caught meal. Hawkcry lightly tapped her chin then, and felt her pulse, which was throbbing at an incredible speed beneath his hooked, black claw. He murmured, almost seductively, "Do I not scare you?"

⊱ F L A R E P A W ⊰

Gender; She-cat • Age; 11 moons • Rank; Appprentice • Mood; Moody, annoyed, furious.. She's not in control of herself.
• Location; DesertClan camp; basically just sitting anywhere. • Tags; Larkpelt

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Flarepaw snarled in response, unable to control herself any longer before the annoying, skinny tom that stood before her without even a dash of confidence. The emerald-eyed, sleek cat drew herself up to her feet, and marched over to the tomcat with gaze smoldering, claws out, and fur spiking every which way. The leader's only daughter even had the audacity to stick her short little muzzle right up in the brown and white tom's face as she spat, bitterness seeping from every single one of her words, "I - don't - give - a - coyote's - tail - if - you - were - trying - to - help - me - or - not. Are you that dense that not a single word I'm saying is getting through to you, Larkpelt? Allow me to repeat myself: I don't need anyone to look out for me. I've got everything under control. I don't need to rely on anyone or anything, much less a gutless excuse for a warrior like yourself.."
The ebony apprentice knew she was really pushing it - who in their right mind would speak to shy, innocent, Larkpelt in such a way? But she couldn't restrain herself,. She'd had frustration, anger, and flat-out hate built up inside of her for the past day or so, and the older cat just so happened to be the one to start talking to her when these emotions had finally bubbled over and spilled from Flarepaw. The she-cat honestly had no idea what she was saying, and wasn't aware of how much she was probably emotionally wounding the overly-cautious tomcat that she was now nose-to-nose with. Words simply tumbled from her maw, and she did nothing to stop them. Nothing.

⊱ S C O R C H S T A R ⊰

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."

⊱ N O E Y E S ⊰

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.

⊱ J A C K A L H O W L ⊰

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.

⊱ A N T ⊰

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?"

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⊱ Author's Notes ⊰

• 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!

• @AliAliOxenFree, I am literally shipping these two so hard right now. I am in Coyotecry/ Hawkclaw shipping
hell and there is no escape for me.

[WildlingQueen]

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

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The fawn she-cat felt her pelt prickle with delight at the toms golden gaze meeting hers, she was somewhat shocked as she returned his gaze full force, his purr rumbling through his massive body, the vibrations rattling through his claw. Her gaze stayed on his as he spoke, his dark voice grasping on to her thoughts, holding her attention like prey in her jaws. She understood what the tom was implying, the same thing she had so teasingly questioned, but he covered his question with another. The she cat was at a loss for words when the stocky brute questioned her displeasure, but she answered with a small sweep of her tail as she curled it under his chin, sliding it across his maw ever so slowly. When at last it lost contact, she curled it back around her side and listened to the remainder of his words. She nodded in response to his thoughts about the clan, about how Waspclaw would remodel the clan into one stronger and ever better than it's current standing, the tip of his claw digging into her chin at every movement. She could feel her heart rate picking up, the blood pounding in her veins. The chuckle that rumbled through the tom's body, echoing in her eardrums made her fur stand up, his eyes scanning her like prey. As his claw tapped her chin she let her head fall back slightly, his paw hovering at her vein. Again, her heart raced, but she held her body still. At his question she stepped away from his paw, her eyes glinting with mischief in the dark of the night. Darkness surrounded the two, engulfing them in a deep oblivion. She let her body slink closer to his, her chest hovering inches away from the massive toms, her muzzle close to his ear. "You... intrigue me" she purred, her voice dropping slightly, dripping in a sultry allure. She didn't move, aside from a slight twitch of her tail and her eyes, locking on to the pale blue's of his.

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

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Venom let out a sharp purr at his words, pleased with the Tom's response. She knew that as long as she stayed close to him in friendship she would be respected among the clan cats. This eased the weight of her discomfort. She had pledged her loyalty and she would do what she needed to do to prove her loyalty, to keep his respect. She was easily taken by the thought of power and respect. Of strength. She had been so easily taken that day by the she cat who fought her for a measly scrap of prey, and every day after that she had vowed her loyalty until she was sure it would break her. It never did, instead it lead her to flourish as a rogue, but it also lead her to this place. To this cat. To the thrill of more power. She lusted for power like a mouse for food. She turned her gaze to the tom, flicking her ears slightly. "When the time comes, just tell me what I need to do" she stated briefly, nodding her head to the tom, her eyes scanning his face.

@Schiz I must agree with you! Hawkclaw/Coyotecry shipping hell is a death trap! XD

@Schiz & Olive I apologize for my somewhat hast replies, and the time between them as today has been, and still is, very busy and it's getting late to add to all that.