Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

Sandfeather watched as one of the rogues started to chase Rainpaw, typical! Rainpaw directed them to run in front of the bush Sandfeather was in, she wiggled her haunches before pouncing out of the bush at the rogue. She unsheathed her claws as she collided into him and attempted to latch her claws onto him.

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Mudfoot stood up growling at Pumpkin as she was on the ground catching her balance. “Give this up.”

Pumpkin giggled, “Give us the fleabag that killed Jax, and we’ll call it quits.” she snapped as she regained her balance and stood up facing Mudfoot.

Mudfoot hissed, “never!” He lashed out his claws at Pumpkins muzzle and watched as it poured blood. Pumpkin growled and launched at his legs, making him lose balance she pounced at up him bringing him to the ground on his side. She dug her claws into his shoulder and the side of his throat attempting to pin him to the ground. Blood slowly seeping from her grip.

(Hopefully you feel better soon! Also I’m ok with any of my characters getting torn ears, scars and so on, I don’t mind as long as it fits the narrative!)

Silverleaf hissed in frustration, she found herself growing frustrated with Vicky's sudden and unplanned attacks, the rain, the mud and the stench of blood and fear. It was messy and tasteless. Silverleaf prowled just out of distance from the cat's reach, her pelt clumped with mud and blood. She winced as she stepped, her leg wound stinging, along with a scratch along her cheek just under her right eye.

She observed her opponent for a moment, noting how the cat seemed to have poor visibility and seemed to be struggling with the muddy terrain. She took a deep breath to steady herself, "what is it that you are trying to achieve?" she asked, her voice just loud enough to hear over the rain. He steadied herself, muscles tense in anticipation of another attack. Her claws dug deep into the wet soil, ready to throw herself out of the way to the best of her ability. "Your friend is dead, killing a clan cat will not bring him back. You're just wasting resources by attacking us."

Her tail flicked in frustration, this was getting irritating. She could hear her clanmates battling for their lives all over some dead cat. The silver tabby couldn't wrap her head around why they were even fighting, She swallowed hard, watching the brown cat with attentive eyes, shifting her weight as she tried to hide the pain from her injury. "Passion leads only to downfall."

Wolfstar wished they could properly talk about the whole situation. He could tell that Gail cared for her group. As she raced towards him, Wolfstar prepared himself ready to either headbutt Gail or to somehow grab hold of her. However, Gail pulled a fast one and dashed off right into Blazestorm. Now we got you Perhaps, he could find a way to make her listen.


Clover hissed in pain as claws raked across his fur. "We will see about that!" She circles the tom looking for a good opening to attack. She suddenly lunges at his tail and attempts to bite and claw at it.

Stripes surprised by the sudden weight falls to the ground and attempts to roll around to get the cat off of him. Rainpaw turns around and sees Sandfeather and the rogue wrestling in the dust. Feeling a little brave, she turns around and runs back ready to help her mentor.

(I could throw someone at Crowpaw if you want)

(Kinda, ya. I will give them a few more days cause it is the holidays)

(Don’t forget Pine and Spruceblossom!)

(Christmas is so busy, I’ll try to post soon if I can find some time in between everything!)

Name: Lightwing
Physical Description: Lightwing is a pretty long-haired dilute tortoiseshell with dark amber eyes.
Age: 27 moons
Personality: She is very outgoing, sometimes coming off overly friendly. One of her favorite things to do is play with kits in the nursery. She plays stupid a lot of the time, but is actually pretty smart. She excels at hunting, but has never really been any good at fighting.
Rank: warrior
Crush: none yet
Mates: none yet
Family: Brother is Nightfrost
Background: She and her brother were both born into the clan. Their mother died while in labor, and not long after that their father left the clan and hasn’t been since. They assume he is either dead or a rouge.
Screen Name:Skyfire

Name: Nightfrost
Physical Description: large black short-haired tom with large silver stripes and green eyes.
Age: 27 moons
Personality: He is as out-going as Lightwing, but doesn’t pretend to be stupid. He is hard-working and will do anything to help the clan. He is fiercely protective of his sister and anyone he cares about. He tends to act and speak before he thinks, and it’s gotten him in trouble a few times.
Rank: warrior
Crush: none yet
Mates: none yet
Family: sister is Lightwing
Background: He and Lightwing were both born into the clan. Their mother died while in labor, and not long after that their father left the clan and hasn’t been since. They assume he is either dead or a rouge.
Screen Name: Skyfire

Drama llama!

(I shall add welcome!)

(Sunny is)

Sunny took a few more steps, eye the tom with a glint of amusement in his eye. "Yet here I am, I guess you're clan mates aren't very good at their jobs." He said casually, swishing his tail as he briefly glanced back towards the camp entrance, "I was able to walk in so easily...I guess clan cats aren't all that the rumors say they are." He gave Nightfrost a friendly look, though the malice in his voice made it clear that he was not too keen on being friends with the younger cat. "Now, be a good kitty and tell me where that murderer is; then we can go on acting like this never happened. After all, looks like some of your friends aren't going to last much longer." He slowly began to pace around Nightfrost as he spoke, eyeing the black cat as if he was prey, ready to pounce.

(That’s totally fine Ziotsu! For some reason their fight seems really funny 😂 )

Poppyfall was taken aback when the bewildered rogue charged at her. She wasn’t sure what she expected after she hit the she-cat on the head. It wasn’t the nicest move but they weren’t there to talk anyway. At Xenia’s impact she could feel the ground slipping under her paws and in a desperate attempt she tried to hook her claws into her attacker, trying to take the she-cat with her to the ground.

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Vicky's belly still touched the cold and muddy ground, the cold sensation send shivers down her spine. Her ears perked up when the clancat unexpectedly adressed her. Did she really want to have a conversation in the midst of this all? The striped rogue shook her head and a growl started in her throat. "I don't care." She retorted simply. Vicky had no smart answer for the silver she-cat; she didn't want to waste her energy on that. With her hindlegs she pushed herself out of the mud and leapt at Silverleaf once again. Claws out and ready to make contact with the she-cat's pelt.

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Gail grinned as she came face to face with Blazestorm. Her ears twitched, she sensed Wolfstar approached from the back. “Well well, if it isn’t Wolfstar’s fluffy red pet.” Her tail lashed behind her, she had seen this tom many times. As well as Wolfstar. And she had learned some valuable information while she watched him. A weak point. With her hindlegs she forcefully leapt into the deputy, landing the two of them in a ball of red and white fur. In a split second she took her chance and sank her teeth deep into Blazestorm’s bad hindleg. Her jaws closed around the bone and she held a grip like a bear up until she heard a snap.

The tom screeched out in pain and managed to throw a large claw at Gail, shoving her off him. But the deed was already done. This time his leg was broken beyond repair. He was sure of that.

Sandfeather dug her claws into the rogue cat (Stripes) as he struggled to push her away. As they tumbled the tom was able to push Sandfeather back, causing her claws to rip through his pelt. Regaining her balance she noticed Rainpaw running toward them.

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Mudfoot, who was pinned by Pumpkin, could feel blood soaking his pelt. He knew he couldn’t let her win this fight, but he felt so helpless in that moment. As his mind swirled through many thoughts he fixed his focus, we have to win this fight. Mudfoot quickly shifted his position under Pumpkin and kicked her off as hard as he could, watching her tumble into the dirt.

Nightfrost yowled as the tumbled, the mud weighing down his pelt. “He may have been a good cat to you, just as my clan mates are to me. My friends were doing their duty by defending our territory, and your friends were doing theirs by hunting for your group,” he said, hissing when he felt claws in his shoulder. He stayed crouched to protect his belly and neck until he had a chance to strike back. “Even if we gave you the cat responsible, where will this end? If we all keep demanding lives for lives, who will be left to mourn?” He asks, voicing our loud a concern he’d been keeping to himself.

(I’m not sure how to throw Lightwing in, if y’all have an idea to start something feel free, or I can just start after the battle?)

(Honestly I am glad I am not the only one, something about this fight 🤣)

Xenia felt claws sink into her shoulder, she let out a yowl of surprise as her foot slipped in the mud and she went tumbling down with Poppyfall. She felt herself start to flip when her momentum didn't slow down so she desperately clawed towards the clan cat to attempt the same thing that she just did, drag her with. At the very least she could keep the other cat preoccupied, she was still worried that the other will abandon the fight in favor of anything else.

(Probably doesn't help that I just flipped a cat so...
I may have spent 10 minutes trying to figure out how the physics of this fall would work)