private BREAK AWAY ✧ thistlepaw

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe makes his way into the forest with ease, listening to the sounds of the territory awaken with tufted, lifted ears. The sun glimmers against the forest floor in gilded patches; he steps into one, feeling his body warm. “It’s a perfect day for hunting practice,” he murmurs, half-turning to observe Thistlepaw at his side. “Show me the crouch you’d use for a rabbit first.”

There are excellent hunters in the Clan—Flamewhisker is one of them, his own mate another—but Raccoonstripe is not particularly well-renowned for his skills in the undergrowth. The bulky tabby warrior is a fighter, well-versed on the battlefield amongst flying claws, flashing teeth, and blood spilled like water, but he does not want to neglect Thistlepaw’s hunting techniques the way he fears he had with some of his other apprentices. Both Wildheart and Moonwhisper are brash, hot-headed, and Raccoonstripe wonders if he’d contributed to that at all… probably not, but with time comes experience, and he looks to Thistlepaw with narrowed, thoughtful eyes.

His nostrils flare. The scent of rabbit is on the air—it lopes into sight near a cluster of oak roots, nose twitching, ears trembling with adrenaline. Raccoonstripe says nothing—he points to the rabbit with a silent, instructive paw, and waits for Thistlepaw to react.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: @THISTLEPAW
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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring none ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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[THISTLEPAW]

The other kits had been lucky, he realizes quite often. They had time to play, and in their play, they practiced. His own limbs had quaked with his steps, his shoulders aching after their first patrol and his chest feeling more full of the river than the air he needed. They got to listen to the elders' stories and wrestle and– and exist, and sickly little Thistlekit was stuck in his nest, worries of contagion lingering for some time and then he was just. Weak. Fragile. Raccoonstripe doesn't teach him like he's fragile. Instead it's like he used to be, like he needs to do better; he finds more comfort in that than concern. Like the apprentices before him, though, he walks a familiar path treaded by dark-tipped paws. Not the one of an excellent hunter.

His heavy brow narrows. Clumsy paws feel incapable of falling into a decent hunter's crouch at all, much less one that's different from any other? He needed to place them differently for a rabbit than he would for a mouse? That. . . makes sense, a bit, but what does it mean? Wider paws? Slower steps? He's already wrestling instinct keeping himself from dropping to his crouch too quickly. Uncertain amber eyes turn back to Raccoonstripe for guidance as he slowly lowers himself down, the rabbit none the wiser — at least for now.

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝗕𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 🙴 𝗕𝐎𝐍𝐄  ╱ 𝑾𝑨𝑺 𝑰𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑯 𝑰𝑻? ＜03.03＞ ⸙

• OOC. —
• 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐏𝐀𝐖. HE - HIM. YOUNG APPRENTICE OF THUNDERCLAN. ————— the son of an ex-kittypet has spent most of his life confined to the medicine den. bad circumstances and worse healing left him in a limbo between life and death which he only just escaped. there's still recovering to do before his clanmates see him as anything more than a weak, sick kittypet.  ╱ PENNED BY REVELATIONS
  
  a prickly-furred chocolate and slate cat with amber eyes. though with a blocky, nearly bulky frame, thistlepaw has been softened, rounded, and stretched thin by his uncertain life. without work or play to thicken the pads of his paws or add strength to his limbs, his skin plays like canvas stretched taut over its frame, his fur a hazy cloak to cover the sickness. he seems soft and unwell in equal measure. certainly not an apprentice to be. . .

• "speech"

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Thistlepaw’s movements are uncertain, and he gives Raccoonstripe a wide amber-eyed stare as he lowers himself. The tabby frowns, realizing his apprentice does not know the difference between the crouches—something many kits learn in play. Thistlepaw’s origins and the damning sickness that had condemned him to Gentlestorm’s den for moons had interrupted crucial learning. Raccoonstripe’s dark gaze flicks to the rabbit, who still lumbers in place, it’s whiskers quivering from the end of its nose.

“A rabbit will smell you before he’ll see you,” Raccoonstripe murmurs into Thistlepaw’s ear. “You need to be light on your paws, downwind, and prepared for a chase. Pay attention to how your back legs are positioned—you’ll need to be fast.”

Slowly, Raccoonstripe demonstrates, putting his weight on his haunches and letting his tail flick out silently behind him. His forepaws scrape at the leaves, as if ready for take-off. “We don’t have much time before he notices us. Get the rabbit, Thistlepaw.” Now it’s an order.

『 out of character. 』 ✧･ﾟ:* 『 about. 』

• ooc: —
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 37 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring none ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
  — thunderclan lead warrior. gray wolf x howlingstar, gen 2.
  — currently mated to Nightbird.
  — penned by Marquette.
  
  
  lh black tabby with white and dark brown eyes. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
  
  

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