- Dec 17, 2022
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The dawn is almost lazy, the way it flowers across the sky, violets and pinks unfurling in tandem with the rising sun. There's a brisk wind, a bitter reminder that leafbare has not left them, but Raccoonstripe walks with confidence despite the tangles in his pelt. His patrol streams behind him, their banter gentle. He allows himself to relax with the younger warriors in attendance; he even bites out a joke or two, a smart remark. It's a lovely day; Scarletdust is here not because she's been assigned to be his tag-a-long, but as a warrior of her own merit. He has good, strong cats by his side, loyal, and their recent victory still warms his veins.
A single onyx eye sears the grove ahead; he stiffens, silken tail flicking out to halt the procession behind him. "RiverClan is at Sunningrocks." Raccoonstripe's ear flicks, his mouth twitching with interest. "Border patrol, if I had to guess." He half-turns, assessing the warriors who've accompanied him this morning; each of them are fit, spirited. ShadowClan had put up what little fight they could, but in the end, ThunderClan's raw strength had driven them back into the dark where they'd belonged.
An idea begins to flicker like wanton flame in his mind. He runs his tongue across his lips almost hungrily. We took back what ShadowClan stole from us. We could do the same today, couldn't we? Raccoonstripe picks his way through the undergrowth, revealing himself to the RiverClan cats with a rich and inviting smile.
"I see you're actually making use of this territory for once." He tastes the air, mentally counting the bodies on the enemy patrol. "There won't be any bodies for you to leave for crowfood today, I'm afraid." He finagles the tip of his tail — a signal to the warriors who accompany him to fan out on either side. He's not made any direct threats, but any cat with half a brain could see Raccoonstripe is looking for a fight.
[ @STAGSNARL. @Scarletpaw @roaringsun @Softsight ]
A single onyx eye sears the grove ahead; he stiffens, silken tail flicking out to halt the procession behind him. "RiverClan is at Sunningrocks." Raccoonstripe's ear flicks, his mouth twitching with interest. "Border patrol, if I had to guess." He half-turns, assessing the warriors who've accompanied him this morning; each of them are fit, spirited. ShadowClan had put up what little fight they could, but in the end, ThunderClan's raw strength had driven them back into the dark where they'd belonged.
An idea begins to flicker like wanton flame in his mind. He runs his tongue across his lips almost hungrily. We took back what ShadowClan stole from us. We could do the same today, couldn't we? Raccoonstripe picks his way through the undergrowth, revealing himself to the RiverClan cats with a rich and inviting smile.
"I see you're actually making use of this territory for once." He tastes the air, mentally counting the bodies on the enemy patrol. "There won't be any bodies for you to leave for crowfood today, I'm afraid." He finagles the tip of his tail — a signal to the warriors who accompany him to fan out on either side. He's not made any direct threats, but any cat with half a brain could see Raccoonstripe is looking for a fight.
[ @STAGSNARL. @Scarletpaw @roaringsun @Softsight ]
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