Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

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Froststem huffed with a light snarl in his voice, "The apprentice has a quarter of a moon, that is all." I'll do it myself if I have to. "How is it that a rogue can join our ranks, but we don't invite kitty pets to enjoy our kills?" The apprentice is lousy, and does nothing to contribute, yet he lives among us and eats what we bring back. He lashed his tail, his hackles calming down. "We'll see." He paused, to let the breeze rustle through his fur and dipped his head in acknowledgment to Falconfrost as he exited the den.

Moss glanced over at the warrior's den as Froststem exited, his gaze seemed to be fixed on the young apprentice. It wasn't until Moss looked over at Nightfang again, that Froststem removed his piercing gaze. "Sounds great!" He couldn't help but wonder what made the warrior seem so keen to stare at him that long. He knew he looked different, and it wasn't unusual to receive stares, but this was an instance he couldn't read. He broke his thoughts with a slight shake of his head and trotted after Nightfang eagerly. "I've never sparred, I've only ever just fought." This, was going to be a challenge for him.

( Sorry for the slow replies guys. I’ll try to get something up today!)

“I’m not quite sure yet,” the dark tom admitted, “I’m still considering who it should be to go with me (honestly I’m probably just gonna use a few random rogues because lazy). But I will decide soon.”

(is it alright if i just come up with some random rogues to throw into the group? like just so anyone can role play them and we just have more cats)

((okay, im writing down a few random cat names and descriptions. gonna try to even out the male female ratio))

Mystic laughed at Scorchtail’s remark. “Hmm, I’m sure a squirrel this big would fill me up for ages,” she teased, stepping off of him and padding in a circle. “Instead, I suppose I could catch a real one.” She glanced at the red tom once more before following a faint scent that had caught her nose. Mystic followed it until it became strong, lowering herself into a crouch as it came into sight. She stretched her face in a grin and leaped, landing right on the creature’s fluffy tail. As it squealed, she bent down and quickly killed it before picking it up and trotting back toward Scorchtail with her head high.

"Yes, Blazestorm?" Wolfstar asked lifting up his head. He was just about to let his mind wander until his deputy spoke up. No doubt he heard about what was going on and possibly had questions. Right now he could use a friendly face.


Snowfeather's ears twitched at the mention of kits. "That would be exciting. Her kits and mine could play and grow up together. Suppose it's about time, Nightfang has been fawining over Pikebreeze for moons now." She remarked before taking another bite. (Jademist)


(Added the random rogues and some extra warriors and apprentices.

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The apprentice huffed at Nightfang's remark, moving to stand across from him now. Alright, you asked for it. He scanned the tom for any signs of defense, appearing to be none at the moment. He kept his muscles quite relaxed, as to not give any clues away for what he was about to do. Remembering to keep his claws sheathed, he launches left of the black tom, swiping a paw to the chest of him, and now standing behind him, ready to pounce again. However, he wanted to give his mentor a chance to retaliate.

Nightfang felt a tad surprised at the younger cat's sudden swipe at him, but he quickly recovered and spun around. He watched as Moss prepared to pounce once more, but moved a bit faster. He leaped in front of the younger cat, batting a paw at his face to momentarily distract him.

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Smoke had slunk off to go find Olivetuft, making sure to avoid the other clancats wandering their territory. He noticed the dark gray tabby and had him follow him back to the rogue camp. When they appeared, many of the rogues shot him dirty looks, but he ignored them. He knew this tom was useful. "Gail? He's here." He called to the white she-cat, flicking his tail and moving closer to her. The dark gray tabby swallowed and took a seat in front of the rogues.

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Moss blinked, yowling as the older cat batted him in the face. He ducked to avoid another swipe, and launched his body at the cat, bringing his back paws to hit his mentor's haunches down to the ground. He placed a paw lightly on Nightfang's neck, his tail lashing excitedly behind him. "Careful, I might chew an ear off." He retorted, still standing over his mentor, his muscles now ready for anything his mentor had to offer.


Pricklepaw looked up to see Briarclaw exit the den, his relief flooding over his fur. "Briarclaw!" He called out, bounding over to greet her. "How do you feel?" His eyes scanned over the she-cat for any signs of pain. "You should really rest more. I'll tell Crowstar to let you stay in camp for the next quarter moon." He had stopped Briarclaw now, standing in front of her and expecting an answer from the she-cat.

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Pricklepaw huffed, nudging the she-cat gently in reassurance. "Mousestike led a valiant life for the clan Briarclaw.. when a warrior accepts their name, it comes with the price of defending your clan against all consequences." His eyes reflected sympathy for the she-cat, and he used his body to help prop her up. His tail swayed behind him, and his ears were flattened now. "We'll see to it that Mousestrike is buried properly, the rogues will pay. However, I can't let you just wander through camp." He nudged the she-cat gently, beckoning her to walk with him with his support. "I'd be happy to let you sleep in the warrior's den, should I get Wolfstar?"

Moss huffed now, pulling himself back to his feet. His shoulder ached tremendously, but he took no mind to that and went at his mentor again. This time, he leapt right and brought his paws to make connection with Nightfang's back legs to offset his balance. Pulling him down abruptly, he staggered to his feet, mistakingly setting himself off balance as well. He panted now, regaining his balance.

(Ohhh poor Mousestrike!)

Gail turned around to look at who Smoke had brought to her. Her golden gaze narrowed as she inspected the tom from head to toe. The smell of Tempestclan cats made her nose wrinkle. There used to be a time she longed for it, but now she just felt hatred bubbling up inside her. After a moment she flicked her tail. “And who might you be?” She inquired, her eyes meeting Olivetuft’s.

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Blazestorm nodded. “We need to squash this problem as soon as possible. I sense the other cats are getting restless and I’m afraid some cats will be blinded by hatred in a fight.” The reddish tom admitted. “Do you have a plan on how to deal with them?” He asked, wondering what Wolfstar had been pondering about.

“If they’re anything like Scorchtail they will.” Pearmoon chuckled. “How do you feel? Do you think the kits will come soon?” The she-cat asked, gesturing to Snowfeather’s belly with her tail. “I wonder what they will look like.”

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Poppyfall woke abruptly from her deep sleep as she heard Briarclaw’s cry. Alarmed by the sounds of panic in camp she shot up. Her muscles still ached a little but she wanted to help her friend in need. As she reached the scene her amber gaze filled with dread and shock. “I’m so sorry Briarclaw.” She meowed softly and moved to her side, while Pricklepaw stood on the other.

Briarclaw could only stand there, a horrified expression still painted across her features. "Y-Yes." She murmured to the medicine cat apprentice, leaning against them both. Mousestrike had been a poor father to her, but he was still her father. And seeing his body in the bushes made her long to have him there, with her pressed close to his warm fur. She let Poppyfall and Pricklepaw guide her to the warrior's den.
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"My name is Olivetuft." The dark tabby said quietly, staring at the ground. Shame flooded his pelt, and he suddenly felt very small. What had he gotten himself into? Helping the rogues that attacked his kin? Murdering his kin to cover it up? He only felt worse as he noticed that a tuft of Mousestrike's dark fur was still caught in his claws.
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Nightfang noticed his apprentice begin to struggle slightly. "Alright. Thank you Moss." He mewed respectfully, gently helping the cat back up. "I don't want to work you too hard. You shouldn't have to hurt yourself."

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"I'm hoping they are born soon." Snowfeather mewed turning to look at her large belly. "I'm ready to go run around and hunt again. The medicine cats said they may come either in the following week or the next moon."


"Agreed, we need to at the very least make them think twice before attacking us and invading our territory. I have a few ideas. One of them is to possibly ambush some rogues during a stormy day or night and leave them with some serious wounds to remember us by. Another is to take one of them hostage and see if we can barter their life in exchange for peace. My last idea is we charge into their camp and we fight until enough of them start retreating." Wolfstar said allowing his words to hang in the air. He had other little more extreme ideas but wanted to wait until the last moment to use those. "What do you think?


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Scorchtail smiled warmly at her offer. “No thanks. You can have it. I’m sure Sparrow would like some as well.” He meowed, his gaze resting on the pretty she-cat. His belly rumbled but he couldn’t get a bite down his throat before he’d taken some prey to camp. Scorchtail felt at peace with the she-cat, away from the stress in camp. It was a long time ago he had enjoyed himself as much as today. Though, it made him feel guilty for not being in camp and helping out Snowfeather.

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Poppyfall walked with Briarclaw and Pricklepaw to the warriors den. As Pricklepaw bounded away she stayed with her friend. She gave the she-cat a comforting lick on her ear. “I hope he is at peace in Starclan.” She meowed softly.

“Olivetuft.” Gail repeated his name. She vaguely remembered Cloudfoot telling her a story about the shameful life of two kits born to a clancat and a rogue. Fern-, Feather-? What was the she-cat’s name? It didn’t matter, the important thing was that the tom already had ties to the rogues. “What do you have to offer me? And what do you ask in return?” She asked, her tailtip twitching lightly. The white she-cat could sense the clancat was uncomfortable so it was best to cut to the chase.

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“I can imagine. It’ll be so nice to stretch your legs once they are born.” Pearmoon stretched her front legs instinctively as she talked about it. “But luckily it won’t be long anymore. Promise me you’ll go for a hunt with me when you have time!”

Blazestorm nodded thoughtfully at Wolfstar’s ideas. “Those sound good. We will have to find their camp first though. Maybe we could send out a patrol to look for it.. but it will be dangerous.” His mind raced with different ideas. “Do you think we should patrol more often? Maybe some cats should patrol around camp at night so we can’t be surprised here.” Blazestorm trailed off as Thundershade called out. Mousestrike? Killed? He quickly jumped to his paws. “What happened?” He asked, his eyes wide in shock. Who would kill an harmless elder?