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Raccoonstripe waits for his initial anger to die down. He takes Stormpaw out into the forest and introduces him to the scents he'll need to memorize, to the folds in the forest floor he must come to know by heart, and by the time the two of them return, it is late. He sends the boy off with a bite to eat and a promise to take him out again in the morning, and then he focuses his dark eye on Flamestar's den.
Their leader is still recovering from losing a life. She hadn't looked well on the Highrock, and Raccoonstripe does not like disturbing her when she is at her weakest. Still, he feels this is an important matter that cannot sit idle any longer. Who knows how long Thundergleam had been alone with Tigerpaw today? Who knows how long he has before the white she-cat makes some insidious move on his daughter?
The tabby murmurs, "Flamestar. It's Raccoonstripe. Can I come in?" He'll wait for an invitation before he slips into her enclosure. The air is scented with marigold; he recognizes it and the tang of other herbs from his own stint in Gentlestorm's and Berryheart's respective dens. He finds Flamestar in her nest.
"I won't keep you long. I know you need your rest." His tail flicks behind him. The only eye he has burns with intensity. "I do not like to question your decisions. But Flamestar, I have to ask —" He thrusts his muzzle forward. "Thundergleam? How do we know she can be trusted with Tigerpaw?"
His ear twitches. He remembers the way his mother had held her stomach in, the way her body had almost failed, and his teeth grit. "Do I have to remind you that Tigerpaw is Howlingstar's granddaughter, Flamestar? How do we know Thundergleam hasn't been waiting for an opportunity just like this one?" He stares, desperate for her to understand his concern.
Their leader is still recovering from losing a life. She hadn't looked well on the Highrock, and Raccoonstripe does not like disturbing her when she is at her weakest. Still, he feels this is an important matter that cannot sit idle any longer. Who knows how long Thundergleam had been alone with Tigerpaw today? Who knows how long he has before the white she-cat makes some insidious move on his daughter?
The tabby murmurs, "Flamestar. It's Raccoonstripe. Can I come in?" He'll wait for an invitation before he slips into her enclosure. The air is scented with marigold; he recognizes it and the tang of other herbs from his own stint in Gentlestorm's and Berryheart's respective dens. He finds Flamestar in her nest.
"I won't keep you long. I know you need your rest." His tail flicks behind him. The only eye he has burns with intensity. "I do not like to question your decisions. But Flamestar, I have to ask —" He thrusts his muzzle forward. "Thundergleam? How do we know she can be trusted with Tigerpaw?"
His ear twitches. He remembers the way his mother had held her stomach in, the way her body had almost failed, and his teeth grit. "Do I have to remind you that Tigerpaw is Howlingstar's granddaughter, Flamestar? How do we know Thundergleam hasn't been waiting for an opportunity just like this one?" He stares, desperate for her to understand his concern.
- ooc: @Flamestar
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Raccoon. Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
— "speech", thoughts, attack
— 48 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
— mentored by n/a ; mentoring Scarletpaw and Berrypaw ; previously mentored Wildheart, Moonwhisper
— thunderclan lead warrior.gray wolfxhowlingstar, gen 2.
— currently mated to Nightbird.
— penned by Marquette.
lh black tabby with white and a single dark brown eye. charismatic, charming, calculating, ambitious, shallow, manipulative.
