- Dec 17, 2022
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Raccoonstripe is burdened with not one, not two, but three apprentices on this hunting patrol. His look of distaste is apparent as he leads the cats through the undergrowth, tasting the air and fighting the urge to retch at the scent of dog contaminating their forest. Though he feels confident Wildpaw could hold his own, he doubts the young tortoiseshell's ability to use his brain, and Burnpaw and Moonpaw are his kin. He'll not easily let them suffer Emberstar's fate.
He waves his tail, instructing all warriors and apprentices to pause. His brown are half-lidded as he tastes the air again, frowning. "Do you hear that?" He murmurs to Sunfreckle, concern furrowing his brow. There's a crashing, long legs and big paws trampling brambles. The fur along his spine spikes indignantly.
"Hunting patrol is canceled," he rasps, his muscles tensing. "Don't just stand there, you fools!" He's talking to everyone and no one at once. When the black and tawny hound bursts through the forest debris, he can see one terrifying side of it slobbering face.
The fangs are exposed, and saliva is dripping unbidden in a disturbing, violent smile.
He waves his tail, instructing all warriors and apprentices to pause. His brown are half-lidded as he tastes the air again, frowning. "Do you hear that?" He murmurs to Sunfreckle, concern furrowing his brow. There's a crashing, long legs and big paws trampling brambles. The fur along his spine spikes indignantly.
"Hunting patrol is canceled," he rasps, his muscles tensing. "Don't just stand there, you fools!" He's talking to everyone and no one at once. When the black and tawny hound bursts through the forest debris, he can see one terrifying side of it slobbering face.
The fangs are exposed, and saliva is dripping unbidden in a disturbing, violent smile.
[ PENNED BY MARQUETTE ]