Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

"I hope we eventually send those rogues running." Thundershade mewed quickly changing the subject. He rather not linger on his love interest. "We are faster, stronger and have way more fighting experience." He turns his gaze to Blazestorm expectantly. "Is Wolfstar planning an assault anytime soon?"

“I know.. You’re right. I wish it was easier though.” Scorchtail sighed longingly, his tail swishing softly behind him. It scared him that they couldn’t be sure what was going to happen in the future. They could continue like this but some of his clanmates already knew. It was only a matter of time before they’d probably find out where he was at everyday. “Let’s just sleep on today’s events. We’ll think about the other stuff later.” He meowed raising to his paws to touch his cheek to her’s.

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Blazestorm nodded at Thundershade. “We are stronger. Wolfstar and I were discussing some plans to do a counterstrike against the rogues. I think we might have to assemble some warriors to go on the lookout. Like see where their camp is and what the best strategy would be to attack them.” The red tom explained as they walked, grinning at Tinybranch’s comment. “Oh I disagree Tinybranch, kits are essential to any clan. They are the future warriors. So crushes can form to something beautiful and I guess useful too.” The tom smiled. “But everyone is free to their own feelings ofcourse and every cat deserves to have their own priorities.”

(Hey Gang before I forget, I will be on a trip from the 20th to the 26th. I might be able to post a little on my phone but there is no guarantee.)


Thundershade nodded his head feeling content with Blazestorm's answer. Least something was happening at least. "I will happily take watch wherever you need me!" Wouldn't hurt to have guards inside and outside the camp. Heck, maybe they could lurk up in the trees!



Snowfeather sleepily opens her eyes and looks back at her little ones. For a brief moment she thought she was dreaming but there they are! "My little ones." She mumbled to herself.

(Thanks!)

(Yes!)

(Yes we are! and thanks!)

(Uh-oh Sparrow and Mystic are not going to like this converstation haha)

Gail dug into a freshly caught rabbin in the clearing of their camp, chewing contently on a part of the creature as she glanced around. She’d caught it on Tempestclan territory and prey from over the border just seemed to taste better. Maybe because she knew it was forbidden by them or because they’d be upset. She wasn’t sure. But one day it would taste even better, on the day the territory was theirs and the clancats would be gone.

(Mmmm, no they are not. I have an idea of what this will do with Mystic, but I'm not saying yet. )

Mystic's face turned into a look of horror. This had to be a dream, or a nightmare. Her brother? Working for the clan's enemies? The rogues who are tormenting her mate's family and friends? She flattened her ears. "How could you? Why can't you just let me love who I want to love? I'd give you that freedom! The clan cats are just living like we are." She turned away from her brother and took a pace toward their den. Maybe she should have let Scorchtail help her.

Sparrow tilted her head as she defended the clan and pleaded with him. Waiting until she was done, he sighed. "I'm only doing what I think is best for you. Is it really worth the risk of being found with him? And what if he's playing you?" He took a breath, watching as she walked away. "They're too assuming. Too quick to action." The dark gray tom turned to face her and narrowed his eyes in concern.

Violet slowed down as she approached the rogue camp, slipping through the bushes and standing in the clearing. Her dark blue gaze swept the area for a moment before they landed on a white pelt. Grinning, she padded up to Gail and sat beside her.

Violet nodded. “Very,” she agreed and bent to take a bite. While she was chewing, she gathered all the information she had in her mind in one place. Once she swallowed, she grinned. “Their camp is near some abandoned twoleg structures. It’s quite hard to miss.” She paused, letting the leader think before she shared the clan’s plan. Or, what she knew of their plan.

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Mystic shook her head. “You just met the wrong cats at the wrong time, that’s it. Your encounter with the clan cats was not the one you should have had.” She ducked her head, unsure how to get her point across to him. He was probably thinking the same thing though. She glanced back at the dark gray tom with sad eyes. “I don’t want to argue with you. But this time, you have gone too far.” She waited and listened to his answer.

Sparrow opened his mouth to reply, but he stood there. He didn’t know how to come back at that. He just stared into her eyes, trying to persuade her. Finally, words came to him. “I don’t want to argue either. Maybe you’re right. But I have made my choice.” His heart seemed to sink as she turned back to him with determination. He thought she was going to try to persuade him again, but her words shocked him.

Mystic looked down for a moment and took a single gulping breath. Then, as her brother finished speaking, she looked up at him with a new light in her eyes. “Fine. I wish you well, brother. I wish it hadn’t come to this and I’m sorry. But I’m going to the clan.” She took one last look at Sparrow before racing back the way she had come. Maybe she could find Scorchtail.

(I know, I kinda do too. But it’s all for the plot.)

Mystic slowed down as she reached the border, but didn’t stop there. She hoped Scorchtail was still out in the forest. This was one of the biggest decisions of her life and she wanted to let the red tom know what she was doing before she charged back in the camp. The gray and white she-cat padded back to where she had last seen Scorchtail and began to follow his scent trail. As his scent strengthened, she called out, “Scorchtail?”

Sparrow started after his sister, mouth agape. After a few moments, he lowered his head, shook it, and sighed. “Well, that went worse than expected,” he mewed to himself. The dark gray tom padded into the den, ignoring the remains of his prey. Curling up in his nest, he closed his eyes.

Violet nodded. “They used the structures and log piles as dens, so the barriers are pretty loose. This could change though, because they know we won’t stop.” She paused, taking another bite of the rabbit. “They plan on doing the same thing; finding our camp and searching for attack strategies.”

Mystic’s eyes darted around, searching for the red pelt of her mate. When he called out, she quickened her pace until she spotted Scorchtail coming toward her. The gray and white she-cat reached him and buried her head in his fur, breathing in his scent. She didn’t want to have to tell him the news. She didn’t want to even believe it herself. But it was the truth. Mystic took another breath and backed up a step. “It’s Sparrow. He... He’s joined the rogues,” she mewed, lowering her head.

Violet nodded her head. “It would be a nasty surprise, that’s for sure.” She thought for a moment, taking another bite of the rabbit. What if there was someway to trick the clan? An idea began to form in her head, and she waited for it to strengthen before speaking. “What if, when they come searching, we purposely leave the camp empty? Expect for maybe one or two cats. Then it’d look like we moved recently.” They’d need to have scouts for it to work, and it was still a risk, but if it was done just right, then they would have yet another advantage.

Mystic shook her head. “I don’t know. He kept saying that clan cats are bad news and that he joined them for me.” She stifled the sob that was threatening to come out. The two had been close, and Sparrow must have just been thinking too quickly, but it just felt so wrong. “I don’t know if there is anything to say. When I tried to talk him out of it, he just refused to listen.” Mystic looked up into Scorchtail’s eyes. “I.. I told him I was going to the clan. I hope that was ok. I didn’t know where else to go.”

Violet nodded and breathed a small sigh of relief. She curled her tail around her paws and sat up. “I didn’t. It sounded like the leaders, or whoever, had decided on what to do before I got there. The who I learned from was just giving a brief explanation to his warriors, I think. I can go back to find out when they might do it, if you want.”

Mystic breathed a sigh of relief, flicking her tail up. She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. “I don’t believe Sparrow will change his mind. He’s a stubborn cat. And I know he had a bad time with another one of your clanmates.” She paused, glancing away. Was this really the right choice? She loved Scorchtail, but did she belong in the clan? Maybe it could just be temporary, for now. Maybe Sparrow would change his mind once he cooled down. Looking back at the red tom, she lifted her head. “I’m sure. Nothing could make me more happy than being by your side through this.”

Violet looked at the white she-cat, tempted to shake her head. But her mind would be clearer if she rested first. Sighing, she rose to her paws. “Yes, I’ll get some shut-eye and then head out again. Thanks for the rabbit.” She nodded her head and padded toward one of the dens. Once inside, she curled up in her nest and closed her eyes, ears still perked just in case.

(Welcome back, Hawk.)