Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

Snowfeather took notice to how friendly Mystic was to Pearlmoon but decided not to question or say anything. Long as she wasn't with the rogue group, she honestly did not care. Right now, she wanted to return to camp to see to her new kittens and to properly name them. Snowfeather carefully places her kit in front of Scorchtail. "Let's hurry on now!" She could only imagine what her clanmates would think.


(My kit is going to be named either Rosekit or Frostkit but I'm leaning more towards Rosekit)

it’s 4am but guess who doesn’t care-))

watch me pass out in like 5 mins .,.))

"Thank you!" Poppyfall meowed gratefully to the medicine cat. Luckily she didn't have any major wounds that would keep bugging her forever, just a few scars but that was part of being a warrior. "I'll make sure to bring you a big piece of prey soon." She smiled, gently raising to her paws so the poultice on her flank would stay put.

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Gail nodded sympathethically at Sparrow. "Sparrow, let me share my wisdom with you. Clan cats are bad news. I'm not saying that because I need to convince you. I am telling you this because I want to warn you. And I should know, I've been in your sister's position before." The white she-cat saw it fit to share this small piece of personal information with the tom. "Violet isn't working for me, she's working with us. I don't own her whatsoever." She smiled softly. Hopefully the Tempestclan cats would be digging their own grave by now with Violet following after them.

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Pearmoon flicked her tail at Mystic to return her greeting, smiling sheepishly behind the prey she carried. The cream she-cat rushed to the side of Snowfeather, making sure the queen could lean on her for support. "It's going to be okay Snowfeather." She mumbled, hoping the queen wasn't too disstressed.

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Scorchtail nodded at Snowfeather, she was right; they needed to get to camp fast before the kits would get too cold. Ever so gently the large tom picked up two of the little bundles in his jaws, their small mewls echoing in his ears. After exchanging a glance with Mystic he signaled with his tail for the cats to go and took the lead. Surely the clan wouldn't be happy about a loner walking into camp, he could already imagine the dissappointed face of his father. Oh yes, Blazestorm had been a big fan of Snowfeather.. Scorchtail hadn't even told him the news yet. And Poppyfall, he just knew she'd be shocked as well, like all his clanmates probably would be.

Mystic followed quickly after the group as they began back toward the camp, her tail flicking nervously behind her. The little kit in her mouth needed her right now, but all she wanted to do was run in the opposite direction with Scorchtail. He had told her that his clanmates didn’t usually take kindly to outsiders, so she didn’t really want to test his words. As they walked, she could feel her heart racing and her paw steps grew more hesitant the closer they got to the camp.

Violet grinned slightly as the group she was watching finally began to move. It hadn’t been too long since she had left the rogues camp, but she felt that she should have more information by this point. Waiting for them to be well ahead of her, she slid after them, sticking to the dark parts of the path.

Sparrow nodded his head at her words. He had known that, but it felt good to hear it from someone else. He would definitely try to get Mystic out of it again, even though he doubted whether she would listen. “Thank you, Gail. I’m glad to know there’s still a little hope.” He grinned and continued, thinking back once more to the nearly black she-cat. “Violet seemed to be a good asset. You certainly are lucky to have her on your side.”

Mystic grinned softly through the kit in her mouth every time Scorchtail looked back. She wanted to hide her fear as much as possible, even as it grew. She could smell a lot of cats in the area before them and wondered if anyone would mind if she left them with the kits and ran. But she shook her head softly, not wanting to injure the kit in her jaws, and continued forward bravely as they neared the camp.

Violet grinned widely as she noticed small structures in the forest ahead. This must be where they made camp; it was quite clever. Making a wide circle around the small group, she padded faster toward the camp. Finally. Giving a small sigh, she slid through the undergrowth and got as close as she dared. Right outside of the barriers, she peered through the brambles. This was perfect.

I hope she does too. He thought with a small sigh. At her next words, he grinned. He was glad to hear it; they would need a lot of help. He’d been thinking about that, since their first meeting. If Mystic was going to put herself in danger with the clan cats, then he needed to have some way of protecting her, right? “I- I haven’t thought much of it until now. I’ve always assumed it would always be just me and Mystic, traveling the world. But then she had to go off and meet a tom. And then I met you guys, and...” he trailed off, unsure if it was really the best decision. They seemed to have a lot on their paws. He took a deep breath and continued, “I hate the clan, maybe not as much as you, but close enough. Do you think you’d accept me? Or at least give me a chance?”

(Thanks! ^^ )

“You have all the right to be tired Snowfeather. You did an amazing thing, you gave life to three wonderful kits.” Pearmoon reassured the queen. She made sure to still walk closely to her side for support.

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When the group of cats neared the Tempestclan camp entrance Scorchtail hesitated for a moment. This would be it. All eyes would be on them. He sighed and lead the way into the clearing, shooting back glares at the cats that started gossiping and gaping at them. Mudfoot had already ran off to alert Wolfstar and Blazestorm; of course. With his tail he gestured for the cats to move to the nursery. The kits needed the safety of a warm nest and there was no need for Snowfeather to deal with all this right now. He was proud at Mystic for carrying the kit with her and coming in a possible hostile place. It was courageous of her, he knew she must be nervous too.

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Blazestorm rose to his paws as Mudfoot ended their meeting by alerting them of something happening in camp. He gave the tom a thankful nod before slipping out of the den himself. The scene quickly caught his eye; Scorchtail, his son, walking in with two kits. Snowfeather being supported by Pearmoon and.... a rogue?? The unfamiliar cat seemed to be carrying a kit as well. However happy he was to meet his first grandkits, he was worried by what had happened and why the rogue was with them. The red tom narrowed his pale green eyes and took a few steps closer. “What is all this?” He demanded, looking for Scorchtail’s gaze but his son just avoided it and ducked into the nursery with the kits. Blazestorm shook his head with disappointment, he’d wait until the queen and the kits were settled in the nursery but he would keep a close eye on the rogue for sure.

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At the sound of commotion Poppyfall escaped from the medicine cat den, her amber eyes wide as she watched the group of cats stroll into camp. What did that mousebrain get himself into now? Poppyfall had always felt like she had to watch her siblings, they didn’t seem to be the best at making thought through decisions. Her tailtip twitched worriedly. She’d wait to hear the story behind this.

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Gail listened intently to Sparrow as he talked - and stammered - his way to the final question. Inwardly she was glad she didn’t have to put too much effort in to persuade him to come to their side. She believed she could help this tom but she wasn’t sure whether he realized at what cost, it would probably tear his family apart. But on the other hand, wasn’t it his sister who made this decision first? Without Sparrow? “You never have to worry about being accepted into our family. I promise you that.” She offered the tom a smile, the rogues had a great variety of cats; Sparrow would fit right in. “Of course we will give you a chance. The only thing I ask from you is honesty and loyalty.”

Wolfstar eyed the stranger as he walks up to them. "Yes, what is going on here?" He asked.

Snowfeather briefly glances over at Mystic and Scorchtail. She could come clean and tell the clan what she discovered. She could get revenge however, she knew this would do more harm than good. Snowfeather closes he eyes for a moment to collect herself before opening them up. "I went out for a walk and my kits decided to come earlier than expected." She flicks her tail over to Mystic. "This kind rogue saw me and managed to track down Scorchtail who managed to grab Dappledleaf. Pearlmoon came a little later to help me get back to camp."



"Well then, let's get you to the nursery pronto! I'll come by a little later to greet our newest editions." Wolfstar turned to look at the rouge. "Thank you for helping one of our own. Tell me you aren't with any group are you?" She didn't smell like the other rogues but he wanted to ask anyway.

Mystic jumped as Wolfstar came up them and hesitantly took a step away from Scorchtail. She carefully met the gray tom’s gaze with her own and blinked calmly. “No, I am not in any group. It is just me and my brother leaving near your borders.” She paused, looking down at Snowfeather. Then she turned her gaze back to Wolfstar and quickly added, “But we haven’t crossed your borders. At least, not until today.” She decided not to add the fact that her brother had crossed the border once. It would probably be safer that way.

Sparrow nodded his head thankfully. “Yeah, I don’t know how she’ll take the news. But thank you.” He grinned and tightened his tail around his paws. Wanting to know more, the dark gray tom tilted his head slightly. “So, what’s your next step? Agitating the clan seemed to be your goal last time we met.” He chuckled softly. Sparrow wasn’t sure how the rogues worked, Gail had called them a family, so he wasn’t sure how to act. It sort of unnerved him, but he would figure it out in time.

Name: Ivykit(Ivyblaze)

Description: A slim, short-haired white tom with dark ginger patches along his pelt. His tail is a bit shorter than most, and his eyes are a rich forest green.

Age (In moons): 0-6

Personality: Ivykit is the trouble-maker of his three siblings. He can be noisy and rough when he wants to be, but also knows that he has a kind heart. He’s not one to blame, but tries to figure out how to make everything work.

Rank: Kit

Crush: N/A

Mates: N/A

Family: Scorchtail(father), Snowfeather(mother), Shellkit(sister), -kit(bro/sis), Poppyfall(aunt), Pearmoon(aunt), Blazestorm(grandfather)

Background: Before he was born, Ivykit’s parents broke up. He, unlike his sister, decided to forgive and forget. He spends a lot of time with his father, not really caring that the tom was breaking the code. In his eyes, Scorchtail was brave. And having a secret friend was cool. Ivykit is definitely an extrovert, and will never turn down the opportunity of a new friend.

Screen Name: Robinbreeze

(Ok, here is Ivykit!)

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Name: Tinyfrost


Description: Tinyfrost is a very large, wiry she-cat. Her fur is yellow and fawn. It is soft and of medium length. She has a circular face with small green eyes. She has a bubbly voice and a spicy scent.


Age: 53


Personality: Tinyfrost is somewhat introverted. In conversations, she is wise, but mean and snappy. She is guided by her heart, often temperamental and warm. Her world view is mostly pessimistic. She is perceptive, adaptable, questioning, and malicious. Tinyfrost is ignorant, which reflects in her decisions, skills and conversations. Tinyfrost keeps quiet about her opinions, that being her inverted part.


Rank: Warrior


Crush: N/A


Mates: N/A (open)


Family:
Father: Lakehare - a pale orange striped tabby tom (dead)
Mother: Lynxpuddle - a golden and tawny rosetted tabby she-cat (dead)
Open for siblings/other relatives.

Background: Tinykit was born to her father, Lakehare and her mother, Lynxpuddle. Lakehare was stern, while Lynxpuddle was too intimidating. Tinykit was close to both of her parents. During her kithood, Tinykit loved playing moss-ball with the other kits in the nursery. Tinykit reached the age of an apprentice and became Tinypaw. Tinypaw became quite popular with the apprentices, but didn't manage to form a close friendship with any of them. Tinypaw became Tinyfrost at 15 moons. Unfortunately, one day, Lynxpuddle and Lakehare slipped while crossing a stream and fell into the water, where they drowned. Tinyfrost missed her parents but coped quite well.


Screen Name: rxsethxrn


Picture: (Optional)

I forgot last time, but drama llama))

Mystic dipped her head to Wolfstar as she followed Scorchtail out of the nursery and then out of camp. Only then did she let a sigh escape her. Before she spoke, she brushed her fur against the red tom's. "It's alright, I was happy to help. But, to be honest, it was pretty scary. I know your clanmates must be good cats, but they're still quite intimidating." She grinned and twitched her whiskers.

Sparrow grinned at the white she-cat's words, and raised his eyebrows in surprise. The clan hasn't done anything. He would have been furious if the same had happened to him. And they might be waiting for the right moment, not ignoring it. "Well, I sure hope she brings useful information. Being ahead is better than being behind." The dark gray tom blinked slowly, eyes traveling to the undergrowth around them.

Violet watched through narrowed eyes as the cats gathered around the group she had followed. She didn't really notice what was so curious about them, but she had noticed that one of the cats was a loner. Shrugging her shoulders, she let her eyes follow a gray tom, who seemed to be giving some of the orders. This could be Wolfstar, so she made sure she would be able to recognize him. Another tom, this one with a red pelt, looked like he was about to head out. She pondered on whether she should follow them or stay and watch Wolfstar. Finally deciding to stay, she slowly padded around to get within earshot of the gray tom, hoping to find out something from their plans.

(Poor Violet... she just missed the conversation Wolfstar and Blazestorm were having. It would have given the rogues the best advantage. Oh well.)

Tinyfrost had seen only a bit of the drama that happened in camp. The mouse-brain shouldn’t have gone on a walk while so close to kitting. Twitching the tip of her tail, she heard Blazestorm call her name for patrol. Patrols, patrols, patrols, there’s always gotta be patrols. “Coming,” she grumbled, slowly padding over to the deputy.



When Mystic, Scorchtail, and Pearmoon walked into camp with the exhausted queen, she noticed each of the where carrying a kit. Had Scorchtail and Mystic been yet to fight each other? Did they become friends and hang out? So far, nobody knows, right? Dappleleaf had almost ignored everything going on outside, she only saw the cats come in and pad to the nursery, other than that she had just kept tending to her herbs. It was almost surprising how unorganized the med-cat was, yet she knows most uses, and remembers what not to use it for. How can I be this untidy, yet so organized at the same time? She thought, licking and wiping a paw over her muzzle.

I’ll post my reply when this class is over, probably in about 40-50 minutes))
Edit: we have a tornado drill so it may be longer than expected))
edit 2: the teachers gave us a ‘surprise’ of walking for ages.))

Wolfstar turned his gaze to Dappleleaf and watched her pick out the smallest piece. "You don't have to do that." He mewed motioning with his tail to her choice of prey. "We have plenty to go around plus I plan on sending a patrol out to hunt some more."



"Hard to tell," Thundershade mewed lowering his voice as well. "However, I'm convinced a rogue from that group would have taken the kits!" He was fully convinced the rogues would do something like that. He considered the rogues to savage and lawless. "Ya know raise them to be just like them!"