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[deftonesly]

⊱ H A W K C R Y ⊰

Gender; Tomcat • Age; 31 moons old • Rank; Warrior • Mood; Flirty, charmed, nervous, a little scared..
and romantic. • Location; Beside the Oasis lake. • Tags; Coyoteclaw

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Impossibly, so impossibly, the dark tabby brute's loud, crooning noises that reverberated deep within his chest grew louder and louder still. He was never one to be so enraptured by a female before, and this.. sudden affection and longing for the lithe, wiry female with her head pressed delicately against him made him feel.. frightened. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Usually, the pale blue-eyed tomcat would fawn over a pretty she-cat for about a day or so before moving on to the next female that caught his eye, but.. There was something about Coyoteclaw that, undeniably, held his attention. Even now, the handsome warrior craned his neck slightly about, watching the other pretty faces of his Clanmates slip around during the cold, still night. Yet he found that his glowing eyes never wandered, and he found that his mind didn't think about any of the she-cats that passed him and Coyoteclaw by, when, under normal circumstances, it would. But these were clearly not the most normal of circumstances. Hawkcry only thought about the fawn and black cat below him, and when he finally returned his eyes - which glinted with their usual cockiness and malicious luster - to her, the world around him went silent. There was nothing, absolutely nothing, but the two warriors, huddled so near to one another by the Oasis lake's shore with the water gently lapping at their feet.
Hawkcry, as he was distracted, couldn't stop his pale blue eyes from widening and ears from pricking and mouth from turning into an "o" with astonishment when Coyoteclaw returned the sweet gesture that he'd pulled on her. As the younger cat delicately licked his uninjured ear, it sent yet another feeling of hot adrenaline and that awful affection running through the warrior's blood stream. He felt his ears grow hot, and allowed his confident grimace to slip away to something more.. kind and earnest. A goofy, yet still troublemaker-like, smile replaced his egotistical one. The muscular, terribly huge warrior could see the confusion and mixed emotions in Coyoteclaw's golden eyes as she pulled away, though not by much, and knew that she could probably see those very conflicted feelings in his own slightly moony gaze.
Hawkcry, once he was able to regain his composure and wipe the kitten-like excitement and shock from his face, meowed, coolly, voice soft as a cooing dove's, "Peculiar," he winked at her then, just for affect. "You just met me and you seem to trust me wholeheartedly.. Are you sure you want to do that, sweet thing? Are you sure you'd like to pledge your allegiance to something that isn't the most.. trustworthy?" The dark brown tabby's grin grew to be more mischievous, and his pale blue eyes sparkled with unsaid words, hidden feelings, and mystery.

⊱ F L A R E P A W ⊰

Gender; She-cat • Age; 11 moons • Rank; Appprentice • Mood; Full of guilt, anxious, and regretful.
• Location; DesertClan camp; nearby the fresh-kill pile. • Tags; Larkpelt - soon to be open!

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Flarepaw sighed in relief and blinked with some appreciation at the patchily-furred tomcat a few paces before her. Though his golden eyes were still wary and cautious when he accepted her apology, Flarepaw couldn't help but detect that she clearly wasn't forgiven. At least not all the way. Something about the way Larkpelt spoke made her assume that her rudeness was not something to be fully forgotten, and that made her feel a little nervous. Cats could be unpredictable at times, especially when they were harboring a grudge or two, and though she doubted the warrior would never do something like, say, attack her, the irrational thought did cross her mind. The last thing she wanted was to be a victim to Larkpelt.. Too often, she'd seen cats like Hawkcry or Waspclaw give in to their hate and tirade for hours or assault loners that had done nothing wrong. She didn't want poor, skinny Larkpelt to end up like those muscular tabbies who always seemed to be scrounging for a fight.. for blood to be spilled at their feet.
Shuddering a little - Flarepaw hoped that the ripples that shot across her spine weren't apparent, as the wind was blowing pretty strong - the black cat meowed, as calmly and fearlessly as she could manage, "I'm glad to hear that I've ben forgiven.. Thank you, Larkpelt. Enjoy the rest of your evening." But even as she said the words, the warrior was taking his leave. He bounded off to the fresh-kill pile without another word, and picked up one of his still-warm mice. This seemed to end their brief encounter altogether, and the apprentice was grateful that the white and brown tom had left when he had.
Dipping her head in a polite gesture of departure and respect, the angular, long-legged female, too quickly and suddenly, wheeled about and trotted back to her nearly-skinned eaglet. She reached her spot, sliding into the darkness and turning a couple of times in the grass thicket to get comfy, before settling down at last with the eaglet at her small paws. She pulled the pathetic-looking creature closer and plucked, absentmindedly, the last of its feathers away with both her white claws and curved incisors. The speckled feathers, which were beginning to drift off in the wind, Flarepaw realized, would make a nice addition to her already-cozy nest. With her long, thin, black tail, she scooped up as many of the feathers as she could and drew them close to her so that they wouldn't try to flee once more.
Then, she sunk her teeth into the eaglet, and began to, promptly and rather grossly, tear it apart with noisy snorting noises, grunts, and moans of satisification as the meat slid down her throat and into her belly. Blood, delicious eaglet blood, welled in her jaws and turned her pale claws a ghastly pinkish color as it ran between her toes and down her whiskers. Flarepaw, as she ate, did everything she could to avoid meeting Larkpelt's eye, who was painstakingly close by. The fact that the warrior that she'd only just bickered with being so close bothered her, though she didn't let it show as she continued to dine - or, rather, relentlessly attack the eaglet.

⊱ 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 ⊰

• @Olivesaururs, I'll have him find him when the ceremony begins!

• @AliAliOxenFree, Good that you've taken medicine! Hopefully you are feeling
Better by now. By the way.. have you ever looked at Hawkcry's form and heard
who is voice actor is? When I write for him, I always listen to the video I provided
for what he sounds like. Just some advice, in case you wanted to be able to
hear what he sounds like for yourself as well as Coyoteclaw!! <3

• @dinolil1, Nonsense! I think you're doing very well. c;

[WildlingQueen]

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

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Coyoteclaw felt warmth beneath her pelt at the constant closeness, a dark fascination lingering in her conscious. She was well aware of the danger that lurked beneath the tom's paws, the threats that had sharpened his tongue when they had first started talking. She knew that pledging her loyalty would mean standing against everything she had stood for in the first place. She would be pledging against Scorchstar. Pledging to defend Waspclaw and Hawkcry till the bitter end. When his question rang out in her ears, she was well aware of what she wanted. Despite her deep loyalty, she knew now that she would need to choose a loyalty at some point, and this tom... there was something about him that lingered in her mind. Never had she let a cat sink into her thoughts the way he did. Even as she worried over her loyalties, her main concern was their closeness and her secret desires. She turned to him with a mischievous glint "That just makes it that much more... alluring" she purred, running her tail up under his chin, inviting him closer to her. She pressed the tip of her nose to his cheek with a devilish glint in her eyes.

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

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Venom listened closely to the toms words, she would need to make friends with the enemies, it made sense, it was just a matter of her talking to them. She flicked her tail slightly, turning her eyes back towards Scorchstar again. She would let the leader believe she was loyal to him, but she would stick close to Waspclaw. "Hawkcry... I believe I saw him when I first came in. I've heard talk... He's the massive tabby... correct?" she asked slightly, wrapping her tail tightly around her paws. She flickered her eyes up towards Waspclaw, sweeping them across his massive body. She could see the scars littering his body, the rips in his ears, battle wounds that signified his strength and perseverance. She let out a soft unintentional purr, flicking her ears forward.



-@Schiz ah yes, I love Steele's voice. I do have a voice for Coyoteclaw as well,in case you did not know. I tend to do the same thing with both of them.-

[Dinolil1]

(Thanks Scizh)

Larkpelt-warrior-18 moons- Tagged: open-

Larkpelt quickly ate the mouse, without glancing in any direction, probably because he didn't want to meet Flarepaw's gaze. The brown and white tom yawned slightly. For a while, He just lay on the dusty ground, wondering who would be deputy. Hopefully a smart cat, not Hawkcry, After what Hawkcry had done to Batpaw, it seemed like he wouldn't make an ideal deputy. Flicking his ears, Larkpelt got up and silently slipped into the warriors den.

[canadianhowl]

[[ repost? I think I'm going to try and get out of writers block. ]]

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw broke her icy glare with Ant and looked at Tinypaw. "Tinypaw," she mewed softly. "Let's just go home, okay?" She cast one last glare at Ant. "If this rogue won't leave, that's her problem. She brushed her cheek against his. The sky was darkening anyway, and no one could fight in the dark. They'd go home and sleep. She sat down, waiting for his response.

(Here ya go, Canada!)

[canadianhowl]

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sexuality bisexual
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The male watched as Any vanish from his sight. He was confused and upset of what just happened. Curse that she cat for making him show his weak sonde since now he just got the game she was playing. "Yah, that seems like a good idea. Crowpaw.... I just want to say thanks for staying beside me and sticking up for me. No cat ever does." He meowed softly. What Tinypaw said it true. No one cared about him. Who would anyways? He's a juvenile male who looks like a three moon old kit! All he knew is that he would give his life for Crowpaw. He would defend her, give all his loyalty, and die for her. She was his sunlight that gave him a hope to continue on in life everyday until he will die. Crowpaw looked like his mother. The she cat that cared for him when everyone hated him. Tinypaw was very connected to is mother and since Crowpaw reminded him of his mother, he would do the same. He didn't want to lose another at that meant so much to him, so dear to his heart. He gave a small chuckle at the thought of actually liking her, no head over heels for her. Tinypaw knew that she would never like him back and if they did they could never be true mates for he was a destined medicine cat. He didn't care if he wanted to break the rules, everyone deserves to be loved. He snapped out of his chain of thoughts and gave a nod to her next statement. That's when he felt his face heat up rapidly along side with his heart beat when the she cat brushed against his cheek. He felt as if the world stopped spinning and his attention only focused into Crowpaw. Tinypaw tried to get out of this feeling but he couldn't no more. He hadn't know that he was slightly drooling over that small action Crowpaw made on him. Let's he didn't even know he was even acting like his around her. His fur lay flat but a smile crept onto his face while he was still drooling a bit.

[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, you shouldn't think that" 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. She let her eyes travel across the empty black sky before turning back to him "Why is it that you think you're a bad cat?" she asked curiously, her ears swiveling forward. The question was asked in such a way that made it obvious she wasn't forcing him to answer. Her eyes betrayed a soft caring look that she generally kept hidden away, but she wanted the tom to trust her, and for that she herself needed to be just as vulnerable.

[Olivesaurus]

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

Waspclaw nodded his head in reply. "Yes, he is. He's decieving, though. Don't let him push you around. The tom's a bit, well, flirty with the other cats." Waspclaw settled on wrapping his tail around his paws once more. His ears caught the sound of Venom's quiet purr, though he made sure to not show a sign if it. The tom was, however, glad that Venom had taken a liking to him and was already feeling more settled.

[deftonesly]

Crowpaw broke her icy glare with Ant and looked at Tinypaw. "Tinypaw," she mewed softly. "Let's just go home, okay?" She cast one last glare at Ant. "If this rogue won't leave, that's her problem. She brushed her cheek against his. The sky was darkening anyway, and no one could fight in the dark. They'd go home and sleep. She sat down, waiting for his response.

(Here ya go, Canada!)

{Warning for you, *BlackCatSpider*, because your signature is visible. Please go back and delete it. I am not striking anyone until we get to the new thread, but tread carefully in the future.}

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw chuckled as she watched Tinypaw sway on his feet. "Come on, ya goof," she mewed. She started off towards camp, letting her tail drag along his spine. Just a little flirting couldn't hurt anyone. She smiled as she padded forward. And who would even have to know? It's not like Softberry would be mad or anything, right? She turned her head back to face him. "Race you back to camp!" she meowed playfully, sprinting off towards the oasis. Everything was perfect.




(Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! I'm sorry! I just haven't posted in forever soooo ehehehe... my bad!)