Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

(fair, I actually really like that because when I RPed in fanclans in the past, it wasn't uncommon for apprentices to just not have parents.)

(Welcome Ziotsu!)

Eaglepaw watched his father go. He felt more secure now, though an uneasy feeling kept nibbling at him. He rested his head on his front paws and closed his eyes in an attempt to drift off to sleep. Thoughts kept invading his mind. It might take a while for him to really fall asleep.

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Pearmoon nodded slowly when she listened to Sandfeather. That actually sounded like a solid idea, even though it required a ratio from 3:1. "I could distract them." She meowed thoughtfully, she was fast and the other two were more confident in fighting. It could work out pretty good. "I just wished they'd leave us alone.. This whole thing between us, I don't get why it needs to be solved with bloodshed." She sighed, life would be so much easier without them..

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"I'm afraid so." Blazestorm replied. Once they were out of earshot he broke into a run. "We have to hurry." He meowed after Mudfoot. Twigs and leaves moved like green and brown blurs through his vision as he made his way towards Tempestclan camp. What if they were too late? He didn't want to lose anymore of his clanmates to the rogues, too much lives were lost already.

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Vicky kneaded the ground in anticipation. Honestly, she’d rather just rip some rogues to shreds right away but she was honored nonetheless to be asked for an important mission like this. When they spotted the clancats Vicky smirked. “Stupid mousebrains.” She whispered. “They’ll lead us right to camp.” This was amazing, like the universe was rooting for them - not that she believed in that anyway.

Rock gazes at the camp and tries to remember everything. "Yeah let's go before they see us." He suggested not wanting to give the clan cats a heads up.


Wolfstar perks up when Blazestorm and Mudfoot finally returned. He walks over and overhears what Mudfoot says. "The good news is we have home field advantage. Do we know how many are coming?" As he spoke the rain started to slowly come down soaking up everything in it's path.

oh damn I forgot I did the coding for this with the intention of joining later oops,, if ur open I'd like to join with a few cats! I haven't been active v much on the forums at all this year due to most RPs I've been in dying so I'm hoping this will get me back into the swing of things. Hawkeyes258 are there any roles in particular that we're short on or can I just join with a couple warriors and maybe an apprentice? I'm also thinking abt making (or claiming? I'm not sure how the loners/rogues work here) a loner too)

( I’ll write up more tomorrow!)

Blazestorm greeted the cats at the entrance, suppressing the worries he had about what they saw. There was no need to make everyone nervous - yet. He touched his nose to Pearmoon before he made his way over to Wolfstar. “There are more rogues than we initially expected. I think they will be searching for our camp. They were very angry because of what happened today.” He explained and gave his fur a slight shake to get some raindrops off him. “I think it’s now or never. We have to show them we’re not going to leave.”

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Vicky slitted her eyes as she watched their camp. She nodded at Pumpkin. “We’ll make them pay.” She paused. “Isn’t it better if only one returns to get the group? That way the other two can save energy for the attack.” The she-cat suggested. Also, they would be able to lead the group that was coming straight to the clan camp.

Hawkeyes258 here they are! I'm still considering making others, but these guys are it for now. lmk if there's anything that needs to be changed!)


Name: Click
Physical Description: Click is a chocolate tabby with light hazel eyes and somewhat chipped teeth. His nose and paw pads are light pink and his fur is somewhat patchy. He is large and heavy but not burly, and his back left hip is twisted slightly giving him a limp. Despite this, Click is essentially a brick wall - very little can move him when he decides to stand his ground. This is a technique he had to develop due to his difficulty hunting, that ensures nothing that he catches ever escapes. If you need a cat to stand behind or someone to pin down an intruder, Click is your guy.
Age: 76 Moons
Personality: Click likes to take it upon himself to nurture and care for younger cats, which can result in him being a bit overbearing and bossy at times, but the wisdom he has gained in his many moons of age does come in handy. He is usually a placid cat and likes to keep quiet, but is nowhere near a pacifist and he will let his opinions be heard, especially if he thinks someone is making a rash, uneducated decision. His soft spot for young cats means he doesn’t entirely agree with attacking the clan directly due to the risk it poses for kits and apprentices, but he acknowledges that it is necessary if the group wants the clan to stop imposing on their territory, and it needs to be done to survive.
Rank: Member of rogue group
Crush: N/A
Mates: N/A
Family: Brother to Tin (deceased)
Background: Click was previously a loner that lived closer to a well populated twoleg place than the wilderness, liking the easy to obtain food from friendly, albeit intimidating, twolegs. A large influx of new twolegs resulted in him being forced to leave, so he traveled to the forest and taught himself to hunt at just 18 moons, though with his defect it was difficult to catch prey. He moved around various areas, sometimes meeting other cats that he could team up with for more successful hunts, and others that drove him away. He finally settled in the current rogue group, happy to be part of a group that would drive prey stealing clan cats away from their territory. His brother Tin died as a kit due to health complications that also gave Click his problematic hip, and their mother died soon after. Click was named for the "clicking" noise his bad hip makes when he moves.
Screen Name: rat
Photo Reference:

Drama llama


Name: Spiderleap
Physical Description: His coat is a solid blueish grey with a tabby pattern that resembles eight spindly legs spread across his back, hence the prefix. He is fluffiest around his ears, neck, and tail, however his tail is ragged and scarred, with a small kink in the middle from an accident in his youth. He has long, powerful legs that allow him to jump high and far, suiting him well during combat and hunting. His nose and paw pads are dark grey, almost black, and his eyes are a striking amber. His dense fur means he needs to spend a lot of time grooming in the warmer months, and he isn't a fantastic swimmer due to the weight it carries when wet, but his other skills certainly make up for it.
Age: 55 moons
Personality: Spiderleap tends to hold others of same rank to the same high standards he holds himself, and sometimes sees follow warriors as incompetent if they do not fit these standards. He is prone to anger when spoken down to or pushed around, and can be defensive when criticized, so was unintentionally a nightmare as an apprentice. However, he gets along well with cats he respects, and enjoys helping others learn and improve their skills, although constructive criticism is not his favourite thing. Other than being defensive of himself, he is a vicious fighter when his clan is threatened, sometimes throwing all care for himself out the window to defend them, and looks down upon those that pick on those weaker than themselves.
Rank: Warrior
Crush: N/A but open to tom or molly
Mates: See above
Family: N/A but open to siblings or parents
Background: Born and raised in Tempestclan, so despite his intelligence he's unaware of much beyond clan life.
Screen Name: rat
Photo Reference:
Drama llama

Pumpkin stopped in her tracks as Rock suggested that he could go to camp alone, “okay.” She began pacing near Vicky, we must win this battle.

Sandfeather went to her brother and touched his nose with her own. She was confident in the clan cats, but deep down she knew that anything could happen. The rain was getting heavier and soaking their fur. She stayed close to Mudfoot, whatever happens she wanted to be close to her brother before it all. “Who would like to guard the medicine den and nursery?” she asked the cats who where near her, she looked to Pearmoon who Sandfeather knew she didn’t want to fight.

Crowpaw perked up, silently approaching the group into the rain while listening to Wolfstar. He felt ready to drive them out, and by the sounds of it, the fight would be happening in camp. He felt confident with this fact, knowing that he would gain a slight edge from knowing the camp inside and out. He was sure he still wouldn't be able to take on a skilled fighter, but at the very least he felt that the playing field was at least more level. He didn't dare speak up about taking on the role of protecting the various dens. Would that even be a job for an apprentice? His gaze turned to Mudfoot, thinking for just a second if he had insight before Crowpaw turned his head back.

it was already in Click's form so I added it to Spiderleap!)

no worries. from what I've read of the posts so far I think there's an upcoming battle between the rogues and the clan? just want to be sure before I jump in)

(Yes, long story short one of the apprentices accidently killed a rogue and now the group is coming to attack and kidnap said apprentice.

(no plans at all at the moment )

Crowpaw glanced up to Spiderleap, letting his gaze then wander around camp again in search for the other apprentices. He couldn't be certain where any of them were. He knew that Oakpaw, Eaglepaw and Kestralpaw had all left earlier, but he personally hadn't seen them return. He guessed that they had to be in camp somewhere, given how there has been no call to search for them. "Somewhere? I haven't seen then since earlier" He glanced back to the apprentice's den, could they have snuck in while he was listening in? "Does the apprentice's den need protecting?" He asked, glancing back up to Spiderleap.

(I noticed that as well, though it sounds like Spiderleap is a lot more vocal about his opinions lol)

Crowpaw shuffled his paws a bit, he felt like he was just being confined to stay out of the fight. The comment about him being experienced gave him pause "I'm not the best fighter in the apprentice's den, though" He said finally said after a few seconds, it wasn't something he was scared to admit. There was no way of getting better at a particular skill unless he is honest about his shortcomings "I always did better at hunting" The fact that a battle was going to start soon slowly started to dawn on him, he actually had no idea how he would do, nor if he would even be able to take on any of the rouges. He had just been ready to drive them away. Suddenly the idea of him sticking close to the apprentice's den seemed like a good idea.

Crowpaw nodded, glancing around camp once more "I still don't know where any of the other apprentices are at, though." He wanted to go look for them at this point, he had no idea how they were doing or if they were already given tasks for the upcoming battle "I at least think Eaglepaw can't be training, Wolfstar is here and all" His voice dropped to a mutter as he spoke, trying to reason in his head where they may be. "I'm going to check the apprentice's den" He bounded toward the den, poking his head in halfway to try to get a look. When he didn't see the other apprentices, he fully entered the den to take a look.