Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

(malruth Hawkeyes258)

Moss perked his ears forward at that, "I can't wait, thank you Wolfstar." He glanced over to find Nightfang, but couldn't see the black tom anymore. "Where is Nightfang? Should I wait for him to come back?" He glanced eagerly back up at the grey cat. His mood then changed drastically when he realized what the leader had said earlier, "How hard will it be for me to fit in..?" Although no stranger to being excluded his whole life, he didn't want the clan to exclude him either.


Pikebreezes' purrs grew louder upon the affection of Nightfang, and she returned a gentle lick to his cheek. "Kits may be a topic of discussion in the future.." She murmured, her eyes reflecting remnants of pain, yet joy and comfort at the same time.

(Hawkeyes258)

Moss purred in agreement, and got to his feet with a heave. He started to trot off, but looked back shamefully at Wolfstar, "I have no idea where im going." His ears perked forward in a sheepish way and he waiting for Wolfstar to catch up. Difficult... he said. Well, I'll show Wolfstar I'll bring the most kill back in one day when I'm done training!

(I would love too )


Wolfstar chuckles softly before leading the way. He reaches one of the log piles and notices that Rainpaw was nearby. "Rainpaw! I would like you to meet Moss. He is going to be your new denmate." Rainpaw looks at Moss curiously before straightening herself up and waving her tail at him. "Hello there!"

Wolfstar nodded his head before walking away.


Rainpaw reminds quiet for a few minutes before speaking. "Where did you come from and why did you want to join the clan?" She asked feeling curious. Wasn't every day that an outsider joins the clan. Rainpaw knew some cats wouldn't be happy but Moss didn't care. Long as Moss was loyal.

"I would love too!" Rainpaw said happily. She liked making new friends and preferred those who weren't mean or snooty. "Oh, since your new I bet you have a ton of questions." She knew there was so much about clan life that could be rather confusing. "I can do my best to answer it!"

(Pikebreeze and Nightfang are two cuties!)

Gail nodded approvingly at her ‘right paw’. This was exactly the reason why she had appointed Smoke as second in command. He thought things through, just like she did, and he often offered her well-founded advice. “Alright, you go keep an eye out for them. But only if you foresee it ending poorly on our behalf you should interfere. I want to give those two our trust.” The white she-cat meowed and followed his gaze to the cats training in the clearing. The rogues weren’t aimlessly fighting anymore, most of them even knew some ‘warrior’ moves and how to deflect them. Cloudfoot had taught her how to fight back in the day so she could protect herself if she ran into someone hostile. Now she would use the same moves in her bid to destroy his clan. “When you return come see me to discuss the next step.”

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Vicky had met Phoenix’ gaze for a moment as she scrambled back to her feet. Phoenix had surprised Poppyfall with her sudden attack, so Vicky took her chance to charge into Briarclaw at full speed, claws unsheated. Both cats rolled on the forestfloor and Vicky tried to hook her claws and fangs into the brown tabby’s pelt. “Go run back to your mommies.” The black she-cat sneered and jumped off the warrior to stand near Phoenix. The clearing that had been undisturbed moments before now reeked of blood and was littered with tufts of fur.

Poppyfall hissed in frustration as she cashed in a few unexpected blows from Phoenix, only managing to duck away from the last blow. She eyed the two rogues with pure hatred and was ready to jump in again when she heard Briarclaw. Her friend was right. The rogues fought dirty and unrelentingly. It would be best to back out of the fight but Poppyfall didn’t want to accept that they couldn’t win from two simple rogues. Where had they learned to fight like this? As Briarclaw was the more experienced warrior Poppyfall would follow her lead, signaling with her tail to the other warrior that she was ready go.

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Scorchtail and Pearmoon were sitting in camp, chatting with some of the other warriors. At Moss’ arrival their gazes curiously followed the small tom. “A newcomer!” Pearmoon exclaimed exitedly. It had been a while since the clan had accepted an outsider to join the clan.

Nightfang paused and looked at her, a serious look in his eyes. “I would love kits one day,” he mewed, “but I won’t put you in danger. It is fully up to you.” He told her softly with a gentle smile.

Briarclaw huffed as she quickly ran off, checking to make sure Poppyfall was following- and that the rogues hadn’t followed them. As soon as they were out of sight, she slowed and panted. Her side was now extremely bloody, her dark brown tabby fur clumped and darkened. She sighed and sat down, closing her eyes. “Are you... alright?” She asked Poppyfall.

Smoke dipped his head, slowing slinking out to go monitor the rogue she-cats and see if they had succeeded. As he padded out nearer to the twoleg camping grounds, he purred as he saw Phoenix and Vicky standing proudly with a plump squirrel. So, they had succeeded.

(ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ)

Phoenix nodded, eyes gleaming as she padded in the opposite direction of the clan cats. Through the squirrel, it was difficult to smell anything but the musky scent of prey and she nearly ran into Smoke as she entered the brush. The ginger she-cat gave a quiet grunt and stepped back, her tail whisking behind her as she dropped the squirrel. As her claws crawled out of her sheaths, she recognized the gray and white tom. "Oh, it's just you," she mewed, dipping her head and quickly sheathing her claws.

Poppyfall sighed as she raised to her paws. “Hopefully Swiftleap can patch us up quickly.” She meowed as she followed after Briarclaw. When they arrived at the river she dug up the fishes they had caught earlier and she tried her best not to think back to the fight. It had been too calm too long and now they were back to fighting off mangeridden savages daily, as they were moons ago. She had a bad feeling about it. Trying her best not to wind herself up more she grabbed the fishes in her jaws and waited for Briarclaw to return to camp together.

Vicky beamed at Smoke’s praise and followed after him, padding besides Phoenix. She had scratches and gashes but the euforic feeling numbed out the pain. Oh how she couldn’t wait to tell the others!

Gail had assembled a few hunting patrols for the night. Now she just waited patiently for the others to return and give her the information she hoped for. Hopefully nobody got hurt too badly - except for the clancats - but she knew little could go wrong with Smoke right by their side to jump in as some kind of safety net.

"Thank you, Smoke. We will," she mewed, grabbing the squirrel once more and padding after the large tom. When the rogues reached the camp, Phoenix led the way to where Gail stood near a fallen log. She placed the squirrel in front of the white she-cat, stepped back, and mewed, "We met two she-cats patrolling near the two-leg place. We gave them a rough fight and eventually they ran back to camp, leaving their prey behind." Phoenix held her tail high as she reported what had happened on the raid.

Poppyfall’s stomach formed a knot as they came closer to the camp. She didn’t want to face her clanmates, she didn’t want to face Wolfstar, she just wanted to be left alone. The only company she’d want right now were Swiftleap and Briarclaw. Her tail hung low in defeat. They surely would have to explain what happened. But hopefully they could make it to the medicine cat den without being disturbed and talk to Wolfstar afterwards.

Gail’s golden gaze lit up as she took in the information from both cats. “Well well well.” The she-cat chuckled. She expected her rogues to do a good job but this had gone beyond her expectations. She would’ve loved to see the surprise on those arrogant clancat’s faces. “This is great news. You two did a terrific job.” The white she-cat eyed both she-cats in front of her. “You can share your ‘prize’.” She said, referring to the squirrel. “And take some good rest. You deserve it. I’ll call one of the cats to look after your scratches.”

Vicky just stood next to Phoenix and beamed proudly at her story. She had nothing to add. At Gail’s suggestions she nodded gratefully. It was time to regain their strength so they could be ready for the next time. The both of them had established themselves in the group as forces to be reconed with.

(malruth)

Startled, Moss turned around to meet the black tom's gaze, "I'm alright." His ears flicked forward and his stomach rumbled, he looked up at Nightfang with a hopeful gaze, "When can we eat? Can we hunt?" Though lanky, the tom still was short of the black tom's height. He puffed up his chest in attempts to look bigger. "I was just telling Rainpaw how great a hunter I am!" even though the majority get away, I can still catch them if I try!

Nightfang chuckled, shaking his head. “Okay, let me teach you a very important rule. In the clan, the kits and elders eat first. It’s to pay respect to the elders, and to keep the kits strong and healthy. Now, lucky for you- we have no kits right now and both elders have been fed,” he said, getting to his feet and stretching, “which means we will get to hunt, and you can eat when we get back to camp.” After he finished stretching, he flicked his tail and beckoned for Moss to follow. “C’mon, let’s see these hunting skills.”

(ｃ ｏ ｕ ｒ ａ ｇ ｅ)

(malruth - I updated your cat info on the other thread)

Beaming with excitement, he barely heard a word Nightfang said and leapt out of the log pile to follow him. "We'll bring back moons worth of fresh kill!" He purred, trotting after the black tom. "Where do we start?" I have so many questions, this clan life is unique. Though not as great a hunter as he talked himself up to be, he only ever had to feed himself. Bringing kill back to share was a lot of responsibility and for starters, he didn't even have a tail to use for balance.