PLEASE LOCK AND DELTE, MODS.

[WildlingQueen]

-I will respond to Waspclaw soon I'm just... suffering from anxiety at the moment and so I have complete and utter writers block. My dogs ran off today and I have no idea where they are so as soon as they come home, I find them, or I calm down I will get back to you. I promise <3 -

[canadianhowl]

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sexuality bisexual
gender male
rank med cat app
crush crowpaw, spottedpaw
mood bit lusty, playful
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Of coarse now the male couldn't control his emotions. What does one expect from being flirted by their crush they are head over heels for? Tinypaw gave a small purr as he felt his eyes narrow wih a small lusty look in them. Feeling his muscles relax as well the male seemed as if he was getting the attention of many flirty she cats but it was just one, Crowpaw. He shook himself out of his fantasy before turning himself around with a playful smirk on his face. "You are on!" He laughed with a rough tone to it before he dashed after the she cat with a smug look plastered onto his face. He couldn't have a more better night! Spending time with his crush who was giving him her attention, this taking place in the night, and it was a beautiful night. As the Medicine Cat apprentice ran, he could describe how beautiful Crowpaw looked tonight. Her black fur shining in the moonlight and her gorgeous blue eyes shining like crystal clear waters. Tinypaw licked his chops a bit before he once again snapped out of it. What is wrong with you?! Yes you love her but you don't need to seem so.... Odd. He scolded himself in his head wishing he could slap himself.

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sexuality bisexual
gender male
rank rouge
crush softberry, open
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The slender male grew silent before he muttered out, "I killed the ones I loved because I was a coward to go and save them. My mate by a scorpion because I didn't go out with him to keep an eye as he hunted. My brother because I was scared to go help him fight off a coyote. My father and other brother hated my guts. Any cat I grow close to will eventually end up hating me or dying in front of my paws. I'm a murder without even spilling blood." Lovino soon started to shake once again and for support rested his head on the she cats shoulder. He could get close in relation to Thistle as well now. She's going to die because of him. Great, now he has two she cats to worry about. Thistle and Softberry well, he's going to need to not be a coward if he's going to let them stay alive. Feeling himself get calmer as determination arised, Lovino sat upright feeling the shaking ease away. He gave a small smile grateful that it was going away and that a cat like Thistle was here to support him. He faced the she cat with a warm gaze in his hazel eyes and a bright smile.

[CoolComrade]

Crowpaw laughed as Tinypaw to off after her. "Catch me if you can!" she meowed, giggling with joy. She could see Tinypaw's fluffy fur fluff up even more, and she tripped over her own paws face first into the sand, still laughing. She swiped Tinypaw's feet out from under him as he passed by her, then scrambled back to her feet. She let out a loud laugh as she sprinted away. "You'll never catch me now!" she mewed in a teasing voice. She slowed to make sure he was alright before she sped up again. She purposefully kicked sand in the air behind her, giggling in an out of breath sort of way.

[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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Still the fawn and black female mulled over his words, going quiet for a little while and staring into his eyes. The confusion and utter turmoil in their golden depths almost made the tall, stocky brute feel sorry for her, and made him want to apologize for asking such a bewitching question to the younger cat. Once more, the gears shifted and turned and clicked into place in Coyoteclaw's pretty head, and her beautiful eyes didn't stay fixated on his the entire time he gazed down at her. No, they wandered and roved, which led Hawkcry to believe that some.. ethereal, new side of her was battling with an older, more sensible and smart side.
But this new side of the female that the dark tabby brute had managed to uncover seemed to win that battle for dominance, and emerge victorious.. For Coyoteclaw, then, returned her gaze fully to his own - no fear or uncertainty in her luminous eyes - and a wry, amusing grin stretched across her maw. A grin that made the fur along Hawkcry's spine lift, and made his whiskers tingle with anticipation of what her next move would be on him. The warrior was tempted to respond with an air of arrogance and pride to the she-cat's next response, but before he could, her soft, feathery tail was upon his chin once more. The tail itself seemed to have all of the power in the world.. Just its light touch made Hawkcry's desire to be boastful and haughty vanish, and made him more at ease.. like he was at his mother's side after a long hard day. With the long tail still held against his chin, Coyoteclaw then moved forward and pressed her small nose into his tabby fur. He caught the mischievous, troublemaker glint in her golden eyes as she rested her nose against his profound, right cheekbone, and the dark tabby's purring started up again without him telling it to.
The handsome, scarred warrior took this action as an invitation to draw closer.. and closer the Hawkcry drew. His wounds, which had, at some point, yelped when he touched her, now sighed with contentment as they met with Coyoteclaw's chest.. it was almost like magic, how the fresh sores in his pelt didn't complain and cause Hawkcry strife. The wounds themselves seemed to crave his Clanmate's closeness as much as he did. He got closer, closer than ever before, until they were leaning heavily on one another.. It looked like the two cats were one individual, not two, so near to one another they were. Hawkcry swore he even felt Coyoteclaw's heart, beating rapidly against his own, but wasn't certain if it was his - which he knew for a fact was racing as fast as a jackrabbit - or hers. The pale blue-eyed tomcat also wondered what they must look like to the other DesertClan cats. Probably a pair of stupidly happy cats that were playing an experimental game with one another.
Hawkcry, being more bold now, shifted his cheek a little bit away from Coyoteclaw's nose - a motion strong enough to disengage but not discourage - and leaned down, bending close to her ear. The warrior, not shying away or being hesitant at all, lowered his massive head and nibbled teasingly, playfully, at one of the she-cat's ears. He hoped that she wouldn't mind.. but then again, who wouldn't want to get their ear nipped at in such a flirty way by a cat such as he? Hawkcry, pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement, murmured, pausing in his biting of the cat's ear abruptly, "Oh, the temptation." He leaned back a little, flirtatiously arching one of his thick, fuzzy eyebrows at her before returning back to speaking into her ear. "You have no idea how hard it is to control myself around you, especially when you toy with me like a kit toys with a moss ball. But I don't mind being messed with one bit.. I like being tempted; I like being inveigled. Who wouldn't want to be enticed by a lovely female such as you?"

⊱ F L A R E P A W ⊰

Gender; She-cat • Age; 11 moons • Rank; Appprentice • Mood; More at ease, calm, and very thoughtful and distant.
• Location; DesertClan camp; nearby the fresh-kill pile. • Tags; Larkpelt; now OPEN!

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Flarepaw's thin black tail, which was still wrapped around her precious feathers, twitched with relief when Larkpelt finished his meal with a few dainty bites and left the scene altogether. The ebony she-cat let out a small sigh - for the hundredth time that day - as she looked up from her bloodied and beaten eaglet to watch the warrior go. He didn't look back at her, not once, with his wide, scared, golden eyes, and somehow, that made the black cat more uneasy than she had been before.
She curled her bloody claws into the cool earth beneath her, and began to burrow them, thoughtfully, rhythmically, into the churned up sand and dust. Flarepaw was unsure of everything.. What had she done, what had she done? She'd taken Larkpelt's positivity and some of his perkiness - whatever was left of it - and shattered it with a couple of harsh, downgrading words. And it seemed a big possibility that the lean tomcat would never be willing to forgive her.. The black cat put herself, briefly, as she stared off into the distance, in Larkpelt's place. Would she be able to accept a snappy cat's apology after it had nearly clawed her ears off with insults? Unlikely. No, Flarepaw knew that she'd hate whoever dared have such an attitude towards her for all of eternity.
But Larkpelt's ability to stay relatively calm and seem sincere before the spritely apprentice made a massive, sudden respect for him well up inside of Flarepaw. How could it be that the slightly older cat had maintained so much restraint and levelheadedness, even when his courage and pride was being torn up and scattered in pieces? She stared, emerald eyes wide and swimming with her unsaid words and secretive thoughts on Larkpelt, after him still.. though the tom was long gone and had already entered the warriors' den what seemed like eons ago.
As she'd been thinking, Flarepaw hadn't realized that she still had her claws buried deep into the desert floor. She'd wedged them into the dry land so hard that they physically hurt when she tried to wiggle them free.. but with a few flexes of her stubborn paw and a frantic hiss or two, she was able to free her claws from their earthen prison. The ebony apprentice then went right back to eating what remained of her eagle.. But, this time around as she sank her curved teeth into the fat flesh of the bird, she felt nothing. No sense of happiness at eating her most favorite meal, no sense of relief that Larkpelt was finally out of her fur. Nothing. Her encounter with the patchily-furred brute had rendered her helpless.

⊱ 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, Gotta love Steele. He has to be one of my most favorite
animated villains! Also, I saw Coyoteclaw's voice - I love it! Exactly the kind
of voice I pictured for her. <33 Also, sorry about your doggies! I hope you
find them and that all is well for you. ;-;

• @dinolil1, You are welcome!

• @*BlackCatSpider*, Nah, no biggie. I know you haven't been posting a ton,
and that it may be a little hard to remember. It's fine, though. c;

• I know I said I would be taking a bit of a hiatus, but I had some free time,
and wanted to scrawl down a quick response before bed. Flarepaw is now
OPEN FOR INTERACTION, Y'ALL!

[WildlingQueen]

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

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Coyoteclaw felt the tom lean into her until it seemed as if they made one single cat instead of two. She could feel his heart, racing against her chest, her own heart pounding in rhythm with his. She felt a powerful need to stay this close, as if he was what was holding her up. She could stand on her own, why did this tom make her feel as if she needed him. The fawn of her pelt mixed with the bronze of his. She fleetingly wondered what the other clan cats saw when they looked this way, two cats getting lost in the oblivion of night, making thoughtless decisions. What she sensed was something similar, however, she trusted her sensations entirely. As Hawkcry pulled away faintly, she let out a minute whine, comparable to a kit becoming querulous at the absence of interaction with its mother, but the impish smirk resided across her maw. As the tom leaned in, his breath hot on her pelt, she felt a tremor run through her spine. When she felt his teeth graze her ear, flirtatiously nipping, she pressed herself closer. He was correct. Temptation was abundant in the air, her claws dug into the ground. She wrapped her tail around the immense tom, her golden eyes dancing with a hidden yearning as the moon bounced off her iris's. "and who wouldn't love to be tempted by such a ruggedly handsome tom as yourself?" she purred, her eyes flickering across his stocky frame, almost daringly. There was no longer anything anxious or worried about her movements as she leaned down, rasping her rough pink tongue along the tom's shoulder.

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

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Thistle listened to the tom closely, closing her eyes vaguely. She knew the feeling; the thought of being the reason your family was killed. She herself had suffered the burden of her mother’s death for ages, as well as her brother blaming her. She believed the reason she was so detached was because of her brother absolute degradation with her. "I watched my mother perish in the jowls of a coyote because I was to spineless to help her. I watched my brother walk away into the desert because I was too prideful to dare pursue him. I ended up deserted for moons until I stumbled into Venom. Now I have made her decide on a life she does not want over the life she does merely because I am to petrified to leave my brother again" she remarked, her tail wrapping around the toms haunches. She stared back at him with the identical extent of warmth that he portrayed in his own eyes.

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

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Venom lashed her tail in amusement. To think a tom could possibly deceive her? "Don't worry. I don't fall into cons so easily." she meowed resolutely, her glossy black and white fur reflecting the light of the moon as she flicked her ears forward. Her eyes paced over the cats, listening carefully to the chatter that floated through the air. The flame colored leader pacing with Troutsplash. The she cat thought back to her life as a kit. She had been so innocent, only to turn that soft innocence into a threatening weapon. The blood on her paws was thick and suffocating but eventually the odor and the trepidation had dissipated until blood was all she knew. Now here she was, supporting something bigger than even herself. She turned to the tom "I assume, if Scorchstar is foolish enough not to choose you, that Troutsplash is nothing more than... an impediment?" she meowed, a devilish glow settling within her dazzling orbs.





@Schiz yes, it's the perfect voice for her. I found my dogs thank god! I was panicking for awhile.

[Olivesaurus]

(Sorry I'm not using my normal coding at the moment! You'll just have to deal with it.)

Waspclaw snorted. Little did the she-cat know how decieving cat could be. That, and love is a fickle thing. It lead your heart astray and made your head stop working. An example of that was when he would see Cloudedstorm. Waspclaw could never figure out why she made him stumble on his words. The tom shook away the thought and concentrated on their ongoing concentration. "Exactly." He meowed. "He'll get in the way, but we can always take care of that."

[Dinolil1]

Larkpelt-Warrior-18 moons-Open-

Yawning sleepily, Larkpelt curled up in his soft and dry nest. The dry reeds and moss tickled his ears and nose, somewhat comfortingly. The patchy tom's pride had been torn apart but Larkpelt was too tired to worry and fret over his lost pride. He was losing it anyway. Curling up tighter, Larkpelt glanced out of the warriors den and felt a cool but soft breeze ruffle his scruffy pelt. Slowly Larkpelt felt himself slipping into a calm sleep, one that relieved him of all the wariness that he had felt all day, however, Flarepaw's words still stung a little.


Destiny-Loner-17 moons-
She watched as the first cold stars began to appear. Frowning, Destiny knew that she would have to find somewhere to sleep But there were the strange cats that chose to live together. The loner knew she had to keep away from them, her parents had told her about the dangers of the desert and enemy cats had been one of them. Sighing, Destiny wished that her brother was with her, so that she could keep an eye on the naughty tom, But Bandit wasn't with her, He was somewhere far away.....or dead. Shaking her head, the black faced cat searched for a place to sleep. And much to her disappointment, the only place was huge rock, reeking of cat. Hissing furiously to herself, Destiny curled up awkwardly in a crook in the rock.

(I am using a code that Sherwood kindly gave to me!)

[WildlingQueen]

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

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The lean black and white she cat stretched her paws carefully, her tail lashing behind her as she kept her gaze stead along the clan cats. When she finally turned her eyes back towards the tom he seemed deep in thought. She turned away slightly, pushing herself to her paws, delighted at his words. She was more than willing to help deal with the problem if it were to occur, but first, she wanted to inquire about something different "I heard the leader has a daughter?" she questioned, her eyes flickering over the brown tabby as he turned back towards her.

[Olivesaurus]

"Indeed. Her name is Flarepaw." Waspclaw meowed, his tone returning crisp, almost harsh. "She's quite the wild card." Waspclaw's claws sheathed once more, and he paused to smooth his ruffled fur. "Scorchstar loves her dearly. Now that his mate is dead, she's all he has left." The tom was indifferent about the matter. He hadn't cared too much for Sandfur, as she had no potential for aiding him.

[deftonesly]

{Olive, your signature has been visible for the last two times you've posted on here. Be reminded that, when we move, each signature that I see would be a strike. You've displayed your signature three times now, and that is one strike away from a ban. Though I hope it would it would never come down to banning you, I most definitely will, as I have my rules to uphold and cannot choose favorites.
Also, how does Waspclaw know about Flarepaw and Thorn? Flarepaw has ONLY told Breezeway and Spottedpaw about him and what truly went down. So, no, no one is aware of how she's been "seeing" him, aight?
Please go back and erase your signature from the post on this page and the post on page 222. Thank you for reading.}