Tempestclan: The Wild and Restless Open

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Moss crouched down just ahead of Nightfang, his mind racing with excitement to please his mentor. I think I smell one! I'm so hungry.He stretched forward, bunching his hips and etching his claws in the ground. However, he hadn't quite taken into mind the wind, and didn't notice that he was upwind of where he could smell the mouse. He looked to Nightfang for approval, and watched as a mouse scurried out from a crack, nibbling on what looked like a tendril of the grass that sprouted around the rock.
His hips wiggled, and he took another step forward. At this moment, the mouse seemed to look at Moss directly in the eye, and stiffened. The tom made an attempt to lunge at it, but it scurried away before he could hook his claws.

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The young tom looked up while Nightfang was speaking, his nub twitching with anticipation. "Can you show me how you hunt?" A glimmer of hope lay across his gaze. Shortly before, he wasn't too fond of this black cat but now, he had a certain admiration for him. "I bet you're amazing." He retracted his claws, and turned his head to look at the rock intently, as if suggesting Nightfang should show him the proper forms. "I used to hunt from the trees." Turning to look through the forest now, "I would climb up, and jump down from the lowest branch. Often time's I missed, but I learned it was the best technique for me."

(Here and I didn't reply to Blazestorm. Also think I'll make random cats in the rogue group who can be rped by anyone and can die whenever)

(Sorry for the poof.)

As they walked through camp Poppyfall clung to Briarclaw like moss to a tree. She could feel the stares of her clanmates on her pelt. But she couldn’t blame them, she probably would’ve reacted the same way. She had quickly dropped her fish and together the warriors entered the medicine cat den, ready to be patched up by the medicine cats.

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Scorchtail’s eyes widened as Briarclaw and Poppyfall entered camp, looking battered and bruised and reeking of rogue stench. This could only mean one thing. The rogues had to be back. He didn’t dare to go after them to ask but he was pretty sure he guessed it right. There hadn’t been many other threats the last few moons. After his encounter this morning with the loners he’d been thinking of Mystic all day. Unable to push the thought of her away. What if the rogues would find her? They could kill her. And Sparrow too. Discretely Scorchtail slithered out of the camp. Once he noticed no one went after him he bursted into a sprint towards the border, to the place where he and Mystic talked earlier. On high alert and very cautiously he looked around for the she-cat, trying to follow her scent trail.

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“I was hoping you’d say that.” Gail grinned. “I want you lead the attack on the other side of their territory. I know I can trust you to make the right decisions. I will give you the freedom to assemble your own patrol. Make sure to go by the lake first and hide your smell with some mud so they won’t see you coming.” She meowed. It would be real nice if they could gather some information on how many cats were in the clan and what to expect when they would raid their camp. “But first we will hunt on their grounds near the campsite and celebrate our successes of today with filled bellies.” She touched her tail softly to Smoke’s flank. “This is the time we’ve been waiting for, we must not hurry too much now.”

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Moss mewed his agreement, a shameful look glazing his eyes. Mouse-brain! You tried to hard! He rested his head on his front paws, eyeing the cracks curiously, waiting for his next prey to make a move. Just has he heard something scurrying, his ears flicked back to focus on sounds coming from the medicine cat den. He sat up abruptly losing all focus and turned to Nightfang, "I think something happened." He gestured with a paw toward the direction. "It sounds like something happened while a patrol was out. Should we go have a look?"

Wolfstar sees Poppyfall and Briarclaw return looking battered and bleeding. He flicks his tail and walks over to them. "What happened?" He question. However, Wolfstar had a feeling that this was the rogues doing. Figures just as things were going somewhat smoothly.

Phoenix gave a short laugh. “They had better be prepared for some rough moons unless, of course, they give in within the first quarter-moon. Now that would be a sight,” she mewed, taking another few bites and stretching out onto the side so that the sun hit the poultice drying on her shoulder. The ginger she-cat had really high hopes for the rogues; since all the training, they were scarier than ever. Even she would have to admit that she would have given in at first sight if she were a clan cat. But that wasn’t like Tempestclan, to give up, which made everything better for the rogues. “I bet prey practically runs into their paws,” she joked, unsheathing her claws and scraping them into the soil.

Mystic padded back toward the small clearing with a squirrel in her jaws. She had gone after it, knowing her brother wouldn’t wake while she was gone. Just as she reached the clearing, a familiar scent wafted into her nose. She quickly dropped the squirrel and scraped some dirt over it before trotting after the smell. Soon enough, she stopped right behind the reddish tom from earlier, Scorchtail. “Missed me?” She called, sitting down and wrapping her tail around her paws. A playful smile splashed her face and her ears perked hopefully.

(Haha oohh that’d be an exciting twist malruth .Tempestclan will have to do a whole lot of praying to Starclan to win 😂😩 )

Gail smiled at the tom. She wasn’t oblivious to his feelings about her. However, she had numbed her own feelings down to where the only thing on her mind had been avenging Cloudfoot’s death and making sure her group of rogues was well looked after. She hadn’t allowed herself the space in her heart to feel deeper for anyone again so she just brushed Smoke’s feelings off. “Thank you Smoke, you are very much appreciated as my right paw. I know I can count on you.” The she-cat meant what she said, she was blessed to have a group of cats working well together. Even though they all had very different lives before.

(I’ll write my reactions for my other characters in a second. Grabbing my laptop to make it easier.)

(This could all go many different ways I love it. I'm also thinking  later on, if enough cats die, Wolfstar will enact more drastic measures like poisoning prey and leaving it for the rogues to find or leading them into a rockfall ambush!)

Vicky laughed in between licks. "Sounds like paradise. Unfortunately for them their time in paradise is up." The she-cat meowed, all the rogues in their group seemed to be longing for a place to settle. A good place that could sustain them. It was hard to find lately. Vicky didn't mind using violence to find that peaceful place for them, especially if that place was inhabited by clancats.

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Scorchtail quickly jumped around to face Mystic. His worried face softened and a warm feeling washed over him when he looked at her. "I did." He said, kinda jokingly, but it was actually the truth. "I came to tell you something but it might be better to discuss this in a safe place." He meowed, his tone had turned serious. She must think he was such a paranoid weirdo for storming towards her like this. He didn't care, he wanted her to be safe. Hopefully she'd understand. The reddish tom glanced around to find a secluded spot, where no clancats or rogues could spot them. He didn't really know the territory over the border though.

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Poppyfall just grunted as her wounds were looked after, the poultices stung to her flesh. Briarclaw had said everything that needed to be said, so she kept silent as their leader visited them. She just wanted to rest but she could feel the clan was buzzing with curiousity and worry. Maybe they would calm down after Wolfstar had adressed everyone.

(Hawkeyes258 Yeah, that might be best!)

Nodding vigorously, Phoenix gave a short chuckle as she continued, “We just gotta hope they don’t have any luck circling around, ready to dive in and save them.” She widened her eyes in mock surprise as she imagined it. Then, she rolled onto her back and gazed out at the upside down camp. It was funny to think that in a few moons, they could be fully settled, feasting like kings and queens.

Mystic widened her eyes playfully as he spoke. She nodded and lifted her gaze to the leafy trees. “Can you climb?” She mewed teasingly, bunching her muscles and leaping up onto a low, branch. She hopped up one more time to a thicker branch and settled down in near the trunk. From there, she gazed down at warrior and waited.

Jademist I have an idea, so Moss was a rogue before joining the clan as an apprentice. Maybe he could have been a part of that rogue group before, and left on his own. So when the rogues attack the clan, they recognize Moss ))

“We’ll see how well they keep their distance. If I’m right, they’ll be making a plan for next time right about...” she paused for a drastic measure, “now. It’ll probably involve flying hedgehogs and loyal foxes.” Phoenix’ tail lashed on the ground as she imagined the army of creatures. She chuckled and finished off the squirrel.

Mystic narrowed her eyes and chuckled as Scorchtail hopped up beside her. “Like a squirrel, huh?” She teased, nudging his shoulder with her paw. “Now, what’s so important that we need to be secretive?”