Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

( malruth I have a cat open in camp to rp with you if you want 😃 I’m also going to make a bad kitty soon for the rogue group hehe.)

“That’s okay, I haven’t either.” Scorchtail meowed. Her name sounded mysterious and exotic to him. “I’m Scorchtail, warrior of Tempestclan. And your brother’s name was Sparrow, if I remember correctly?” He wanted to ask Mystic many more questions, about herself, her life and all kinds of things but time was not in their favor. Pearmoon would soon come looking for him and he was sure Sparrow would keep an eye out for Mystic as well. So he settled for an important question; “You know, it’s kinda dangerous for you to come close to the border.. Why do you two come here?” The large tom shuffled his paws. His ears swiveled on top of his head, making sure no one was around them.

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Blazestorm left a few scentmarkers along the way. He brushed his cheek against some branches, leaving some loose red and white hairs behind. He chuckled at Falconfrost’s comment. “That’s good to hear.” He glanced over at Screechfang and gave a small understanding nod. “If there is anything we can do to help you, just tell us. I know you can feel very lost after something so impactful happens.” Blazestorm paused for a moment. “We’ll get those rogues. Morningshine will not have died in vain.” His voice was steady and determined. Sometimes revenge was the best way to heal a heart. Even though Blazestorm wasn’t really a revengeful cat, those rogues had been badgering them long enough and had caused too much trouble and harm to be treated nicely.

Scorchtail couldn’t help but laugh at the comment Mystic made about his tail. “Why thank you.” It was good to know that the two cats had innocent reasons to be looking around. At least they didn’t seem to be hunting on Tempestclan territory, that was a relief. He nodded at her question. “Yes, I’m kinda curious what lead him onto our territory.” The warrior paused for a moment, glancing around the small clearing. “Swiftleap is our medicine cat. She was looking for herbs with an apprentice. I should tell you, our clan has been very wary around strangers since a group of rogues started attacking our cats. So I imagine Swiftleap wasn’t too happy about meeting a stranger within our borders. All I know is that she chased Sparrow off.” Scorchtail explained, had he given her too much information about the clan? What if she had been in contact with the rogues? He hoped he hadn’t been too trusting with this she-cat or Wolfstar and Blazestorm would make sure he’d be sorry to have ever met her. “Ehh you know what.. Please don’t tell anyone about what I told you. I - uh - I’m not sure that Sparrow won’t hold a grudge or something and I really don’t want to bring trouble to the clan.” He trailed off and gave his chestfur an embarrassed lick. Great Starclan, what a mousebrain he was. How come his self-confidence had abandoned him while talking to this stranger?

( Jademist  thank you so much! just making sure- is it poppyfall who is in camp? don't want to start with the wrong cat! )

(Maybe Pearmoon followed her brother once she caught the squirrel she had gone after and finds the two in the clearing? That's what I thought would happen when she went off and Schorchtail found Mystic.)

"Sparrow's quite protective as well. Which might have led to his curiosity around here," she mewed, trying to reassure herself more than Scorchtail. At his comment, she stood up and fluffed out her fur. "Why thank you. I try my hardest." She grinned and flicked her tail behind her. "You aren't bad yourself, though the only other clan cat I've heard about is your medicine cat." Mystic thought for a moment before continuing, "This might be a bit out of the blue, but you said you hunt in groups. Were you separated from your group or did you come out here alone?"

(Sure! That was my initial plan but I wasn’t sure you wanted that haha.)

“I like to think I’m more fun than Swiftleap.” Scorchtail chuckled, but his smile faded when she started about hunting in groups. “Oh , yes. We do. I was actually patrolling the border with my sister but she’s always distracted.” His pelt prickled with a soft feeling of unease but he tried his best to keep it hidden from Mystic. Sooner or later Pearmoon would come looking for him. “But who am I to judge, I fell for distraction as well.” Scorchtail shrugged.

Pearmoon had caught and burried a few small forest rodents and birds before she made her way back to Scorchtail. A robin dangled proudly from her jaws, it was her last catch on the way to her brother. She followed her soft pink nose through the forest and her ears perked up when she caught the sound of voices on the wind. It was a she-cat.. and her brother for sure. What would Snowfeather be doing so far away from camp? When Pearmoon stepped into the clearing she dropped her catch in surprise and her fawn-colored tail fluffed up. “Who’s your little friend?” The she-cat questioned as she glanced from Mystic to Scorchtail. Her pale green gaze shimmered with curiosity, rather than accusingly. She wasn’t dense, it was clear the two cats weren’t hostile to eachother.

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Poppyfall had just finished bathing herself as Briarclaw approached her. She smiled in greeting at the she-cat, who she considered to be a good friend. They had bonded over the similarities in their upbringing. “Well, honestly my hunt wasn’t that productive either. So an additional trip might be a good plan.” She replied and shook her freshly groomed fur. Poppyfall respected Briarclaw’s devotion to the clan and the duties that came with it. It was nice to have someone be on the same page as herself, something she didn’t always have with her siblings. “The prey could’ve been scared away by the humidity today.” The red furred she-cat commented thoughtfully. “Or those annoying rogues must’ve filled their bellies.” She huffed softly.

(I hope you don’t mind I made Poppyfall and Briarclaw friends. I think their personalities fit well together ^^ Also sorry for the delay, I was called for dinner haha.)

(That’s fine, don’t worry about it )

“I wonder what Wolfstar is planning to do about them. It has been a little too peaceful the last few moons. They must be up to something.” Poppyfall meowed, twitching her tailtip softly. “Maybe we could try to catch some fish at the gushing river.” She suggested and stretched her legs. “It would be a nice walk too. We don’t have to hurry, the border patrols are already sorted.”

Mystic whisked her tail behind her as she listened to Scorchtail and she smiled as he mentioned his sister. Personally, she wanted to meet her. Well, as long as she wasn't one of the dangerous cats Scorchtail had warned her about. She started as a fawn-colored she-cat came out of the bushes near them. She backed away, unsure, but dipped her head to try and be friendly. "Hello," she mewed, glancing back and forth between the warriors. They looked similar and Mystic assumed this was Scorchtail's sister, but she was still wary.

Mystic blinked her unease away; neither of these cats were dangerous, so there was no need to worry. She stayed where she was but she relaxed her shoulders as she suddenly realized they were tense. "No, I just came to check out what kind of trouble my brother got into here," she mewed, adding to Scorchtail's comment. And then she continued, saying, "It's nice to meet you as well. Seems you had a good hunt." She nodded her head toward the robin at Pearmoon's feet. Mystic's eyes wandered over the fawn-colored she-cat as she looked at them. The gray and white she-cat was quite lucky to have run into these cats, but she questioned how long her luck would last.

(Oh nooo, that’s so annoying 😩 )

“I sure did!” Pearmoon beamed at the praise. She was mulling over the thought of sharing her prey with the newcomer, if Scorchtail trusted her she was sure it’d be okay. “Do you want a piece?” She asked, batting the pretty little bird with her paw. Not waiting for an answer and without a second thought the she-cat crossed over the border, placing the bird in front of Mystic. “Tell me more about you.” She meowed. “Have you two met eachother before?”

The hairs on Scorchtail’s back raised in shock as Pearmoon carelessly stepped over the border. “Pearmoon please, give her some room to breathe.” He forced his fur to flatten again with a few brisk licks over his back. If Poppyfall would’ve seen them now she would’ve jumped out of her pelt. He knew Pearmoon was more of a free spirit but this would definitely be frowned upon if other cats saw them. The tom made extra effort to be aware of his surroundings now their little gathering had expanded. He didn’t want them to get in trouble, neither him and Pearmoon, nor Mystic.

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Poppyfall and Briarclaw held a nice relaxed pace as they walked together. “She’s doing well. But sometimes she gets into her own head to much. She still has to learn to consider multiple options when approaching a situation but I think she’ll make a good warrior in a few moons.” She grinned. “But yeah she can be a pain sometimes as well. I hope you’ll get an apprentice soon, I’m sure you’d make a good mentor. And how much fun would it be to train our little pains together? Maybe you should casually bring it up in a conversation when you’re on a patrol with Wolfstar.” The reddish she-cat suggested. It might actually work, Wolfstar was a leader that seemed open to discuss things. There were no kits in the nursery though, so Briarclaw probably would have to wait till Snowfeather’s kits are apprentice age.

Poppyfall nodded and took the time to take a good look around. Her nose was lifted in the air but she didn’t catch any unfamiliar smells. “If you want we could take a walk to the deep blue lake after our hunt to see if we can see any signs of them.” She meowed as she took position at the riverbank. “But I think Blazestorm’s patrol will cover that piece of territory too. Maybe it would be more useful to do a small patrol past the camping grounds.” She gazed at the whirling water. Small droplets landed on her dark paws. A few fish were swimming by but none were close enough to catch yet.

Poppyfall waited for the fish to come closer to the riverbank. After a few moments one of the silver water creatures swam out of line. The warrior saw her chance and lashed out an unsheated claw. The water rippled, splashing her feet. As she lifted her claw a small fish was hooked on her sharp nails. She laughed at how tiny it actually was, it surely seemed bigger in the water. “Fishing really is something different.” Poppyfall commented as she buried her catch nearby.

Mystic wasn’t as overwhelmed by the friendliness of this she-cat as she thought she would be; she honestly thought it was amusing. Twitching here whiskers, she accepted the bird and dipped her head to bring it closer. “Scorchtail, I have to say that your version of dangerous seems to be quite different from mine,” she joked, sitting down again and whisking her tail as she bit into the piece of prey. Then she turned to look at Pearmoon and said, “No, we just met here while he was patrolling. I live not too far from here with my brother, Sparrow. And before we came here, we were... kittypets, as you call them. But being confined to a single den wasn’t much fun, so we traveled until we settled here.” She paused, taking another bite before continuing, “Oh and it seems Sparrow has already been acquaintanced with your medicine cat.”

(Sure, that would be great! I’m planning on adding two rogue sisters I think, but I still have to come up with some twisted personalities and interesting backstories haha.)

“Yes, that sounds like a good plan.” Poppyfall nodded and sat back down to watch the water. Fishing wasn’t her favorite thing to do but fish were a great thing to add to the clan’s diet. It seemed to have a great effect on the cat’s pelt, making them sleek and shiny. And sometimes it was just great to taste something different. Her amber gaze started to follow the quick fishes again. With great focus she tried to pick the right moment.

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Scorchtail gave a soft sigh of defeat and made his way towards the two she-cats, stepping over the clan border. “Yeah but Pearmoon is like the clan fool so she doesn’t count as dangerous.” The tom teased his sister, chuckling softly. “I do suggest we move out of sight to share the rest of the prey though. Before any of our dangerous clanmates do spot us.” He meowed as he gently started to usher his companions to the bushes behind them.

“Ooo so Sparrow must’ve been that loner Swiftleap met.” Pearmoon meowed, her eyes widening with realization. At Scorchtail’s tease she gave him a soft tap over the head with her tail, giggling softly. “Kittypets?” The she-cat wanted to ask many more questions but she trailed off as Scorchtail tried to lead them to the bushes. Her brother did have a point, they shouldn’t be seen with Mystic. It was kind of exciting to Pearmoon, she’d never experienced something like this before and maybe she’d even get a friend out of it too.

(I can’t wait to see what you’ll come up with 😃 I’m sorry guys, I have to log off. I’ll reply in the morning!)