Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

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Pikebreeze looked over to Nightfang, her eyes littered with curiosity for his concern. "I ran into a tree." She huffed, bringing a paw to her face and testing the tenderness of it. "I'm quite alright, but I appreciate your concern." Kindness gleamed in the tom's eyes, and for a moment she was curious because she hadn't noticed his features before this encounter. Although irritated with her lack of honesty, she nuzzled his chest and stepped back, flicking her tail, "I don't want to be a bother, but could you?" She lifted her cheek to him to inspect it.


Moss pondered the appearance of the clan cat, his nub of a tail swishing angrily as he made his way deeper into the thicket. Whiskers twitching, he picked up the sound of their camp, and followed it to a secluded thicket, where he watched the cat he had just ran into, nuzzle up against a tom whom he didn't recognize.

(I hope this is close to what you had in mind Hawk! I love Smoke malruth haha!)

Gail jumped upon a small log in the rogue camp. "My family," She called out to the cats. Gail considered the rogue group her family, as they shared close bonds. Usually conected by some sort of trauma or hardship. She held the utmost respect for most of her members. "Join me today as I share with you that our plan has been set in motion after moons of preparation and training." Her voice rang proudly through the clearing. "From today we will ruthlessly pester the clancats that keep us from roaming freely, that keep us from feeding our families by hoarding all the prey. We will make sure that one day their territory will be ours and their barbaric reign will be over. Whatever it takes." Her tailtip twitched behind her. "Phoenix and Vicky have been send on the first patrol to raid the clancats. From today I want you all to join in on regular patrols to attack their cats. At night we will hunt in their territory and leave our scent everywhere. We will make sure there is no way around us. If blood needs to be spilled so be it. You may to do them whatever you see fit." The white she-cat finished her announcement by gazing over the group for a moment, then she stepped down from the log. Today would be historic she decided.

Screechfang perked up and nodded his head in agreement. "Oh, they will pay!" He growled lashing his tail back and forth.  Screechfang wanted to make every last one of those savages to suffer.   Falconfrost leaves behind his own scent along with Blazestorm. "Do you have any idea if Wolfstar is planning anything?" He questioned. They hadn't fought with the rogues in a while and that made him uneasy. 


Wolfstar rises to his feet and decides to wander around the camp. He wanted to chat with his clanmates and see what kind of defenses the clan needed. Thier camp was rather open and he always pondered on doing something to counteract it. Perhaps, I can round up some apprentices and get some thorns to place around the outskirts. 



Thorn and Rock nod their heads approving while Amber lets out a soft sigh. She wanted to say something but decided to keep it to herself.  Amber hoped she could at least be on the nighttime raids. Less blood would be spilled at night. She hoped so at least. 

Briarclaw let out a sudden cry, hissing and kicking her legs. “Get off of me, you mangy flee-bag!” She snarled, finally freeing herself and leaping onto the rogue. She felt a sharp pain in her side, but ignored it as she slashed down at her attacker’s face, slicing into her nose. The scent of blood was all that hit her nose as the fight continued.

Smoke watched the cats disperse, padding over to Gail to speak with her. “You don’t think they’ll have any trouble with those clan cats, do you? We don’t need anymore dead cats because of them.” He growled, flicking his tail. “I should have gone with them. Three against two is an easier fight.”

Nightfang purred for a moment, before glancing into the thicket. “Hang on, I’ll deal with it.” He shot a look to his brother, Olivetuft, and Wolfstar as if to ask them to be on guard. He neared the source of the noise, and noticed a cat. A stray cat. In their camp. His claws slid out, and he flattened his ears. “Come out. I know you’re there. If you’re hiding, you’re doing a very poor job.”

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Her tail curled and her head lowered at the thicket, she watched Nightfang eagerly as if she would help if it came to that. However, Wolfstar was among the cats in camp, so she knew the rogue was already outnumbered. Yet, she pondered if this was the same cat she had run into. She shuddered, but moments later a cat came crashing through the thicket, hair risen and claws out. She recognized him, and her eyes widened with fear.

Moss mumbled to himself, mouse sticks!. Hissing, he jumped through the thicket, his claws screeching to a halt at the sight of a large black tom. Though not as broad, Moss had the agility of a clan-cat. He puffed up his body, and chuckled when he made eye-contact with the she-cat (Pikebreeze) he had approached earlier. He turned his attention back to the tom-cat, and backed his body up against the thicket when he noticed there was more than one tom present.

(Maybe the patrol with Blazestorm, Screechfang and Falconfrost could hear the fight? Hawkeyes258 )

As Phoenix threw herself at Briarclaw, Vicky took a leap for Poppyfall. The two warriors were clearly taken by surprise, just what they had hoped. Vicky enjoyed her trips with Phoenix intensely, they both matched their explosiveness and energy and they worked well together because of that. The black she-cat sank her claws deep in Poppyfall's red flank as her razor sharp nails raked over the warrior.

Poppyfall screeched as the rogues leapt onto them. With a quick turn of her neck she caught Vicky's neckfur with her teeth. Sinking her fangs into the skin and janking the rogue from her feet. She could feel the blood starting to drip from where Vicky had clawed her and anger welled up inside the warrior. With all her might she threw Vicky backwards against a treeroot. It wouldn't give her much time, but it bought her just enough time to lash her claws at Phoenix to give Briarclaw some space to breathe.

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Blazestorm shook his head. "I was planning on discussing it with him when we get back to camp. He's been busy thinking of ways to enforce the clan and the camp after that loner was spotted." The red tom meowed thoughtfully. He wondered what Wolfstar would've came up with, the leader was quite resourceful. But he was sure he was cooking up some kind of plan. Though, he didn't want to share anything with the warriors that wasn't fleshed out yet.

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"If they learned anything these last few moons they should know when to run." Gail meowed simply and gave her paw a thoughtful lick. "I hope they will remember those lessons. Those two are really rash though. Do you have faith in their fighting skill?" Her golden gaze met Smoke's. He was right to be worried, it was the first raid they had done in moons. It was exciting, but there was also a lot of pressure on Phoenix and Vicky. They couldn't get killed. That would be an embarassment and give the clancats too much hope of beating the rogues in future fights.

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Nightfang maintained his stance, taking a step towards the cat. “Well? Can’t you speak?” He asked, looking at the other cat and narrowing his eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know why you were spying on us. Are you part of the rogue group? Are there more of you?”

Olivetuft flicked his tail, moving closer to his older brother. “Lay off, Nightfang. He isn’t a threat. He’s terrified.” The dark gray tom pointed out with a huff.

Smoke nodded, flicking his tail. “Of course. I know how strong our cats are. But I also know that a lot is relying on them right now. If they fail, we are considered weak by the clan. They have an advantage over us. I only want to prove how strong your group has become.” He told her, shifting his gaze to look at a few cats sparring in the clearing.

A yowled erupted from Phoenix as she thumped to the ground. She quickly managed to stand, but was almost knocked over again as Poppyfall came to help her clanmate. She didn’t speak, but only because she was using all her stored up energy to attack the clan cats. Phoenix began padding toward Briarclaw, but changed course as she saw Vicky. The ginger she-cat leaped side-ways and landed a couple blows on Poppyfall to distract her from her friend and then raced around to stand several mouse-lengths from each clan cat.

Olivetuft’s fur bristled, but Nightfang shot him a glare and he stopped. “This is TempestClan camp. You need to leave. Rogues aren’t welcomed too kindly around here.” He said, relaxing his tone a bit and studying the younger cat. “We won’t hurt you. But you need to leave. There are cats here who wouldn’t mind tearing your ears off.” He told him, remembering all the angry cats who disrespected him, his mother, and his brother after the clan learned that his father had been a rogue. No one had shown him kindness then- but he was not like his clan mates. He glanced back at Pikebreeze questioningly.

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Moss sheathed his claws, flicking his ears back at the black tom's hostility, "You seem to be lacking on activity in your camp. I maybe see six cats?" He pondered this, playing with the black tom a bit. "Would be a shame for all of you to end up like she did." He motioned to where Pikebreeze stood. He turned to look at their clan-leader, "I suppose im quite... how do you say it? Mouse-brained." He chuckled with a glare.


Pikebreeze hissed under her breath at the rogue, moving to step in front of Olivetuft now, glancing over at Nightfang and Wolfstar, "I.." She paused and remembered she hadn't told Nightfang the truth. She shuffled her paws and continued, "I ran into him on the way back to the camp. I thought I could take him on by myself.." She turned her cheek to Wolfstar, the one with the blood on it and flattened her ears.