Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

Name: Froststem

Description: Froststem is a massive, slender tom. His fur is grey and cream, with a white ear and a white flashon chest. It is shiny and semi-long. He has a round face with large blue-grey eyes. He has a croaky voice and a sweet scent. Froststem has a fluffy tail.

Age: 53 Moons

Personality: Froststem values devotion to StarClan the most. He is introverted. In conversations, he is sympathetic, gallant and sociable. He is guided by his heart, often spontaneous and warm. His world view is mostly optimistic. He is relaxed, dynamic, cautious, dream, malicious and fearful. Froststem is intelligent, which reflects in his decisions, skills and conversations. He tends to get frustrated easily when it comes to patrolling Clan borders. Froststem's opinions are easily swayed, but he speaks about them often.

Rank: Warrior

Crush: None, but open

Mates: None, but open

Family: Brother to Pikebreeze

Background: Froststem and Pikebreeze were born unable to remember their mother due to a death during kitting. He grew up rather secluded from Pikebreeze, in a sense where he didn't want anything to do with anyone else. He was named Frostpaw at 12 moons and named Froststem at 23 moons due to a late beginning and ending of his trials.

Screen Name: Rainshimmer22

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Name: Pricklepaw

Description: Pricklepaw is a little, slender tom. His fur is very dark sandy with a ticked tabby pattern, with white patches and white patches. It is ragged and long. He has a circular face with large yellow eyes. He has a honeyed voice and a zesty scent. Pricklepaw has unusually long claws. He is considered average-looking by most, especially in his own Clan.

Age: 10 Moons

Personality: Pricklepaw values honesty the most. He is mostly extroverted. In conversations, he is amiable, unfriendly and blunt. He is guided by his head, often level-headed and calm. His world view is slightly more optimistic. He is idealistic, enthusiastic, whimsical, undemanding, hesitant and scheming.

Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Crush: None/Open

Mates: None

Family: None

Background: Unknown

Screenname: Rainshimmer22

Added some new characters! If Medicine Cat Apprentice doesn't work, apprentice will do just fine Hawkeyes258 )))

Nightfang smiled fondly. "He did pretty well for his first time. He didn't catch anything, but that's alright." He purred, before stopping when he noticed her worried expression. "Are you worried about having kits again?" Nightfang asked, brushing against her. "Please don't worry anymore. It worries me."

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Briarclaw huffed, pressing closer to Poppyfall. She was tired of all the cats surrounding them.

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Smoke purred, before padding off to go find something to eat. He nodded to Red respectfully, running out to go hunting- and maybe bring something for Gail.

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"Of course. I just... I want you to be happy. If kits are what you want, then I want them too." He mewed softly, brushing against her gently. "I love you. Our kits will be absolutely beautiful." Nightfang told her reassuringly. His heart had never felt more full of love. He purred, closing his eyes.

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Pikebreeze purred at the affection Nightfang gave her, licking his cheek tenderly, "I suppose, especially if one looks like you." Something inside her just seemed to give in, she didn't want to be afraid anymore. She was a warrior after all. "What should we do now?" She batted her tail at him playfully, "Shall we go back to camp, or stay away for a bit?" At this, her tone had changed, she circled the tom, all the while tracing her tail over his back.

Pricklepaw, busy with memorizing the herbs he had sorted today, padded off towards the center camp and lost in thought. What if I don't pass my trial? I'm hardly a medicine cat! I can't even tell the difference between simple herbs. Hissing under his breath in frustration, he bumped into Briarclaw and Poppyfall with a yelp.

Froststem heaves himself to his paws, ignoring the pain in his hind quarter. Exiting the warrior's den, he makes his way over to see what the clan was up to. He had noticed the rogue that joined the clan in an earlier moon. His tail twitched with irritability and he made his way to Wolfstar's den. "Wolfstar?"

A nice nap was all Moss needed, he got himself up and trotted out to find someone to talk to. He noticed the patrol had made it's way back, and bounded over to greet them curiously in hopes to make new friends.

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Froststem held his stance, his eyes meeting Wolfstar's gaze, "How long do we plan to provide shelter for that rogue?" He gestured to where Moss was, "I see your reasoning for letting him stay, but to eat out kills? The forests are already lean on prey right now." He sighed, Wolfstar seems out of it. His irritability fading, he noticed the leader had been making less and less appearances lately. "Are you feeling alright Wolfstar?"

Moss skidded to a halt at the hostility he was given, "I'm Moss." Fur risen, he backed away a step. "I'm new here, I just thought I should introduce myself." He paused, his heart beating quicker by the second. If it did come to a fight, he would be ready for it. I didn't expect it to be like this.. am I really not welcome? am I different? The nub of his tail twitched anxiously as he waited for the larger cat's response.

“I’d like one to look like you,” he purred. His pelt grew hot at her next words, and he purred louder. “I suppose... just a tad longer,” Nightfang replied, pressing closer to his mate with a small smile.

(gonna just leave these two alone ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ))

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His fur prickled with envy for the tom before him, how dare he. His claws etched the soil now, and his whiskers twitched with ignorance. "Yes." He said, as blandly as possible as to spell it out for the older tom. He wanted to smirk, but didn't. "You'll just have to get used to seeing me around!" A low purr rumbled in his chest, barely audible at his own triumph.

Froststem's claws pricked at the ground below him at Wolfstar's words. "I understand Nightfang has worked with him?" How can you trust those two? It's bad alone to have a rogue in camp! but to assign him to a love lost tom? He shook his head, retracting his claws and looked over to Wolfstar again. "I see." He paused, "and.. if you say so Wolfstar." I don't believe you.

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Froststem flicked his tail, now annoyed at the leader's dismissal. "I suppose." You'd better keep an eye on him. He thought to himself, whiskers twitching. He nodded to Wolfstar and bounded off to the warriors den, following Thundershade shortly after. He noticed Falconfrost seemed irritated, and huffed. Taking a seat in the corner and staring intently at his paws, claws retracting in and out.

Moss spat at the tom as the two cats bounded away from him. Instead of following, he looked over at Wolfstar, his irritation fading, and a glimmer of concern when he saw Froststem leave Wolfstar alone.

Scorchtail shifted uneasily on his paws. Mystic was right to ask him that question. He nodded softly. “Normally I would’ve stayed but there were hovering enough cats over them already.” He meowed, he knew both warriors were strong and they would be okay but he also knew exactly when Poppyfall wanted to be left alone and her face had told him this was one of those times. “Point is, those rogues have attacked us before, they are relentless and will attack - or kill - everyone who crosses their paths. They are very dangerous.” Scorchtail explained and sighed softly. “I just want you to be safe.” His tailtip twitched softly. “I like you.” He wasn’t sure whether he should’ve said that but it felt freeing to do so. His gaze met Mystic’s, wondering what she would think of him.

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Vicky nodded, thinking about what Phoenix had said. “The fighting techniques do help.” She agreed. “I just don’t feel like everything needs to be so set in stone about life. Cats need some freedom.”

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Poppyfall’s ears perked up when Pricklepaw approached them. The apprentice looked mortified to see them in the medicine cat den. Poppyfall couldn’t help but smile at his suprised face.

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Blazestorm had padded into camp, surprised to find a lot of things had happened. Before going to check on the warriors in the medicine cat den he wanted to have a talk to Wolfstar. Along the way he noticed Moss, a new face. Since Wolfstar was busy with Froststem he had the time to introduce himself. “Hello young one. My name is Blazestorm.” The tom meowed kindly. He had a strong dislike for rogues but if Wolfstar had accepted him, he would accept him too.

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Falconfrost wraps his tail around his paws and stares out across the camp. "Next thing you know, we will be giving away prey to kittypets!" He grumbled.


"Starclan, I hope they see reason." Wolfstar muttered to himself. He wondered if he ought to be a little more assertive. He doubted any cat would disobey him but he did have to push his weight around whenever he became deputy. Wolfstar would see where things would go. Patrols and some extra training would be good for everyone and would keep cats to tired to complain.

(Hawkeyes258 I'm thinking when Darkkit gets of age to claim his warrior name, what about Darkstorm, or Darkclaw? ))

The news of the rouges had startled her, even scared her a bit. But his next words were even more surprising. Mystic had only just met this tom, but hearing him speak those words almost reassured her. They also brought meaning to the feelings bubbling deep down. The gray and white she-cat twitched her whiskers as she looked at Scorchtail. "I-" she began, unsure how to continue. "I think I like you too." Mystic softly brushed her tail across his and glanced down, embarrassed.

"Hmm, I wonder if any of them feel the same way. Being tied down must get boring," Phoenix commented, rolled onto her stomach and laying her head on her paws.

Scorchtail’s heart fluttered at her words. It was nice to know he hadn’t scared her away from him. “I’m sorry if this is much to take in. I know we just met but I wanted to be honest. If something happens, at least you’ll know how I feel.” The tom meowed and moved closer so their pelts brushed together. “That actually sounded more dramatic than I intended.” He chuckled softly as eyes scanned the trees and leaves before them. His mind swirled with all the different kinds of feelings he was experiencing. It was all new to him. Ofcourse he had Snowfeather, however they had met as apprentices. Both cats had grown up and changed since then. Everything felt different now. They had grown apart.

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“Nah I think they just live like dogs; not thinking for themselves and just following their master and the rules.” Vicky meowed, her wounds had started to sting a little less and lazily laying around was a treat to her. She yawned softly.

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Poppyfall touched her tail reassuringly to her friend’s shoulder. “It’s okay, you take some rest. We can explain everything later. I need a nap too.” She offered her a soft smile, before shifting her gaze to Pricklepaw. “Don’t worry about it.” She meowed, hoping that the apprentice hadn’t been scared too much. Poppyfall could barely keep it together herself and felt some snappy-ness bubbling under the surface. They just needed a good sleep and process everything themselves before they could face their clanmates with the full story. Even though she appreciated the concern.

Briarclaw flattened her ears with guilt, but said nothing. She pressed closer to Poppyfall and shut her eyes. The only thing she really felt like she could do was shut her eyes, and block out her failure.

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Smoke padded back into the rogue camp, setting his gaze on Gail. He made his way over to the white she-cat and sat down. “When would you like me to organize my patrol?” He asked with a dark glint in his eyes. “I’m itching to get my claws on a TempestClan cat.” His gray fur bristled with excitement.