Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

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Pikebreeze huffed, growing irritated with the rogue. She turned to Nightfang again, "I.. I don't know. I just came across him and asked him why he was on our territory."
She lowered her head, bringing her tail to wrap around her paws defensively. She glanced at Olivetuft and noticed his stance on the situation, then back to the rogue.

Moss backed up a step, snapping another twig. He didn't mind an extra scar, he rather loved the excitement of a fight. He looked to Pikebreeze, and the other three toms present with a snarl, "I wouldn't try anything." He stood up now all the way now, his claws etching into the soil. Moss's gaze scanned lifted to look for exit points, but he shortly broke his stares.

Nightfang kept his defensive position, before he sighed. He slid his claws back in, and sat down. “I won’t fight you. You’re pretty tough, I’ll give you that. But this isn’t a fair fight and you know it.” He told him, glancing at Pikebreeze and Olivetuft. “Go ahead and let me talk to him for a moment. I’ll join you both soon. Having four cats hissing at him isn’t going to help.” He told them, before turning to face the smaller tom. Olivetuft stood and flicked his tail, having Pikebreeze follow him.

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Nightfang sighed again, trying to find the right words. “I don’t blame you for this. It was an accident. And I don’t blame you for scratching Pikebreeze. I know she may have frightened you, and you reacted to protect yourself. But you shouldn’t try to antagonize her either,” he murmured, not moving his gaze. “As I said, you’re a strong young cat. But you have to respect our clan and our borders. We aren’t a threat as long as cats mind the border.” The tom said gently.

Olivetuft nodded, comfortingly brushing his tail over the she-cat’s back. “I know. But if anyone is going to handle this rogue, it should be Nightfang. He understands that this cat may be a rogue- but he’s also still young. And judging by those scars,” he told her, glancing at the smaller cat, “he’s seen his fair share of violence. He won’t answer well to a fight.”

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Moss was silent for a moment, his eyes flickering to the black tom. The truth was, he didn't want to fight them. Instead, he pondered the tom's words. "The scent on the border is weak." He said, his quieter tone was laced with relief, "I didn't think much about wandering this far, I grew curious of the scents and they were the strongest here. I didn't mean to attack that she-cat." His claws etched the soil again and his eyes grew hazier in his apology, "I'm Moss."

Pikebreeze lowered her gaze again, "I don't think the rogue is telling the truth, I did nothing to antagonize him. I just thought.. I could handle the situation then it got out of paw for me to deal with." She glanced at Nightfang, a glimmer of admiration gleaming in her eyes.
She turned to look over at Wolfstar now, wanting to invite him over to talk, but instead decided to ask Olivetuft a question first,
"How come Nightfang hasn't found a mate yet?" flicking her ears back, "We were always friends, I just never thought to ask him about that."

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The tom stood up, his eyes reflecting a sense of empathy for Nightfang. He had once been in a clan, but it had been destroyed by two-legs. He could never remember his past, not merely because his memory was shot, but he just didn't want to remind himself. "The rogues around here aren't too fond of me." The young tom shuffled his paws now, gazing back at the grey tom as it walked away. "I could walk myself out, I'll find some territory beyond the lake I suppose." Shaking his head now, the young tom seemed to almost envy the homey feeling of this clan.


Pikebreeze swept her tail swiftly around her paws, staring out at Nightfang. "He likes me?" She questioned Olivetuft with a slight hesitance in her voice. With this, she stretched her front paws, etching her claws into the soil. Pikebreeze's mother had died when kit-birthing, she was always weary of putting herself in that situation. Now it was her turn to be a chicken. "I.. thank you Olivetuft." She trotted off to find Wolfstar. When she spotted him, she brushed her tail against his shoulder lightly, as not to startle the leader.

Wolfstar turned his gaze away from Moss to look over at Pikebreeze. "Yes?" He asked wondering if she had anything on her mind. He hoped it was quick considering he wanted to talk to Moss.

"I'm thinking the same thing actually." Wolfstar looking away to stare at moss before looking back at Pikebreeze. "It's all right, I assume you wanted to try your luck and were wary about him. I know the others won't like it but having an outsider might give us an advantage against the rogues."

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Pikebreeze glanced up, pondering Wolfstar's words. "I suppose. He is young and strong." She added, "Is he fit to be a warrior right away?" She wondered how allowing a rogue to join the clan would settle with her clan mates. 
She felt Nightfang brush up beside her and a small purr rumbled in her chest, but it faded quickly. She didn't say anything right there, she waited simply for Wolfstar to respond. 


Moss nodded and trotted off to a log, sitting down silently as he stared out into the thicket. He didn't say anything upon Nightfang's departure, he was hesitant to leave the camp, and hesitant to stay. Yet, he knew better than to run off right now.

“I-I’d be honored, Wolfstar.” He said, nodding to his leader respectfully. “Thank you.” Nightfang could hardly contain his excitement to mentor the young cat and have him stay in camp. He just hoped Moss would react well. He glanced over at Pikebreeze, giving her a gentle smile. He knew she may have mixed feelings.

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Nightfang purred in reply, bashfully ducking his head. “I hope so. It never hurts to have more cats around here. I want to be the best mentor I can be for him and if he chooses to remain here.” He told them both, eyes flicking between both cats.

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Moss lifted his head abruptly to the gaze of Wolfstar, "Quite."
Whiskers twitching, he sat up with a stretch "I appreciate how you've treated me. Its different." Way different than I had anticipated.. he thought to himself.
He gave the clan-leader a soft smile.

Pikebreeze brushed her tail against Nightfang again, watching Wolfstar and Moss from a distance. She turned to the black tom with an indigent sigh, "Do you think you'll be able to handle him?" She paused to wait for the tom's answer, her ears flicking simultaneously as she etched the soil with her claws. Of course she was nervous, she let her head fall back on his side.

"I bet a nice den would be nicer. Tell me, how would you like to possibly join the clan as an apprentice?" Wolfstar asked giving him a kind look. "Seems you can handle yourself in a fight and with some discipline you could be an exceptional warrior. That being said, I won't lie and say it won't be easy. We are a cautious and somewhat paranoid group of cats. Most of the warriors won't be happy to see or be around you. Think you can handle it?"

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Moss studied the stance of Wolfstar, it didn't seem very threatening. Although weary of this, he sat up and obliged with curiosity and suppressed excitement, "That is actually.. something I would like." His whiskers twitched and he looked away briefly, "Could you tell me what an apprentice is?" Of course, being a rogue and all, he wouldn't know what clan-ranks were, this was all new "territory" to the young tom.

Pikebreeze purred with pleasure for the black tom's affection and stood up, "I'm quite sure you'll make a good warrior out of him." She turned to gaze at Moss momentarily, then back to him, "I think that's a nice idea." Intertwining her tail with his, she batted his ear playfully.

"An apprentice is a cat who begins their training to become a warrior. Apprentices learn how to hunt, fight and uphold the warrior code. You are given a mentor who will teach you all of these things." Wolfstar mewed as he settles down in front of him. "The tom you were talking to before Nightfang has agreed to mentor you. Most cats start when they are around six moons old but you are exception."