Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

Moonmask at Camp Entrance with Tawnyear

“Oh, okay.” Moonmask said. “I’ll be over there if you need me” she pointed to a spot near the nursery. She likes to stay there, even if there were no kits, because it reminded her of her own kits.

Opalpaw sighed, she hated when Sageflower quizzed her. "If my Clanmate was attacked by a fox I would first grab marigold, cobwebs, moss, and poppy seeds," she explained, "I would clean the wounds with the moss and then chew the marigold into a poultice and spread it over the wounds. Next, I would dress the wounds with cobwebs, and finally I'd give them poppy seeds to ease the pain and make them sleep." She waited to see if her answer was right, this was pretty basic stuff after all.

Longpaw got up, shaking out his fur as he trotted towards the camp entrance

"You need to come along to help and so that in the future you know where the herbs are." Sageflower mewed keeping her voice calm. She could see anyone else just yelling at Opalpaw but she wanted to try and be patient at least for now.

Sandfeather nodded in agreement with Palerose, “true that!” She mewed before noticing Rosepaw make her way up the warriors. She listened closely as the small apprentice spoke about all the things her mentor had taught her that day, “that’s great Rosepaw! Sounds like you had a great time,” she mewed in response.

Mudfoot had been laying in front of the warriors den, watching the camp as every cat came and go and as every kit and apprentice played.

"Pay her no mind." Sageflower said as she starts walking away. "I will try talking to her a little later. What's important is that you continue being obedient and keep up the good work." Sageflower silently made a mental note about Opalpaw's attitude. Eventually, she may have to get Wolfstar involved but that was a last resort.

Opalpaw was laying in her nest. She knew that she should've done her duties, she even felt guilty for not doing them, but she just couldn't do it. She hated that Sageflower said that sorting herbs was too hard for her. She wished that she could talk to Slatewhisker, but she imagined that he was probably too busy for her.



Slatewhisker padded through the forest. He enjoyed the fresh air and patterns that the sun made through the leaves of the trees.

Joining Form
Name: Kyn (pronounced Kiehn)
Physical Description: black British Shorthair with scars across his eye and a frost bitten
ear- tip. Olive eyes.
Age: (In moons) 54


Personality: There is nothing left of who he once was, and knowing what he can be is futile, since more than likely there is no one alive today who would know. It’ll take time. 
But for the sake of the form: Mature & Heavily guarded & Cold
Rank: Outsider
Crush: None
Mates: None
Family: Fennel (She) (NPC) (Dead) Ryuk (Tom) (NPC) (Dead)
Background:
Legends in the street talk of Kyn, the Frozen Shade. He was born to Fennel, a rogue, and Ryuk, a kittypet who left his home to be with the one he loved. Kyn was a strange one, always looking in corners and exploring the nooks and crannies of the streets he liked to call his home. He was happy.

Fast forward many months, and Kyn is 18 moons old. It is the middle of one of the most frigid winters the family had ever faced. Some days, the cold of the weather would chill cats to the bone. As they explored further, searching for warmer climes, Kyn knew of death. Cats, stiff as stone, lying dead on the side of the road. It made him sick at first, to see the world as it truly was, a place where your guard must be up at all times, because in this life, to him a cat could either be him and his family, or them. Alone with no-one left to remember you. He was prepared for his demise, but never imagined such a fate would befall his parents and not him.

One day, as they walked with Kyn in front of the rest, there was a cry of pain and his parents fell to the ground, blackcough in their bodies. His parents hid their greencough, and he never knew the silent killer had evolved. Kyn had time to turn around and cry for a second before the life faded out of them, their faces serene even as the ice crusted over their bodies. As he sat there, he too, began to freeze. His ear became frostbitten, and the pain caused him to keep moving. Behind him, he could hear the sound of the last remaining birds feeding on his parents. Turning around, he tried to attack the birds but was ganged up on and left bleeding with a permanent scar. He retreated into the forest, finding food and shelter wherever he could.

As the cold kept coming, his heart began to freeze as well. He went cold, savagely attacking those in his way. He sought to be invisible, left alone by life itself. The cold passed, but his ear remains frostbitten as does his empathy. His problems are his and his alone, and he never offers help to others if he can help it. Since then, even in the warm throes of Spring and Summer, his eyes are dark and his tone is forever chilly. No one is to be trusted, and he learned that all those years ago.

Screen Name: auniqueusername 
Photo Reference: None
(Really want to explore certain dynamics whether it be with rogues or clan. Maybe one of those ones with a cat who’s the polar opposite of him takes it upon themselves to teach him how to be more happy. Think Qibli and Winter from WOF)

(Might want to glance at the rules)

(I will add)

(I have Slatewhisker, Robinleap, Milo, Morningpaw, Moosekit, Icekit, and Opalpaw open if anybody wants to rp.)

Sageflower takes a moment to jump over a pesky tree root. "You have made much progress but you won't gain your full name for a few moons. You still have much to learn and experience so don't fret."


(Wolfstar could chat with someone or Snowfeather. I think she is somewhere lol)

He nodded"of course. What herbs are we searching for?"he asked, looking up at her

"Mint, basil and comfrey." Sageflower answered as she thought about what they needed. "Whatever else I can find along the way."