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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

With his temporary deputy duties, the chaos and destruction caused by the wolves, and the strange occurrence with the sun darkening, Raccoonstripe and Nightbird have been separated by circumstance. The only time the two of them have been able to spend together is at night, sharing a nest, and they are oft too exhausted to exchange more than a few sleepy licks to one another’s pelts. He’s taken the opportunity of a few spare hours to take his mate hunting, and of course, he chooses one of her favorite properties—Sunningrocks, formerly owned by RiverClan.

The tabby gives his smoke-pelted companion a gentle lick to one fuzzy ear as they approach their destination. “Maybe if we’re lucky, we’ll find a few fish-breaths throwing us longing looks from the shore,” he muses, twining his tail with her’s in the same breath. He doesn’t let his distrust of RiverClan show as often as Nightbird herself does, but the omen yesterday weighs on his mind. He suspects StarClan was warning ThunderClan about some specific threat, and he wants an extra pair of eyes on the border between them and their wetlands-dwelling neighbors.

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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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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ the past few weeks had nightbird vying for a moment of peace. starclan seemed hell bent on denying it from her, but for now she could find solace in a secluded hunt with her mate. her paws moved lightly as if unaffected by the numerous issues that should weigh them down, choosing not to dwell so she may avoid dampening her own mood.

time seems to fly, before she knew it they had arrived at sunningrocks. with a tender rasp to her ear, the lead warrior glances upwards. it had been a whole cycle of seasons since they claimed the chunk of land, and though they served more useful in the colder moons she couldn't deny the allure of basking atop the rocks under the warm sun.

"lucky. you're funny," she huffed her amusement. 'lucky' was hardly the term she'd use to describe her feelings when riverclanner's cast their gaze across the border. but they were often easy to rile, fun to play with, it was probably the best quality she could name.

just as luck would have it though, nightbird spots some of their neighbors drawing near. she detangled her tail for a moment to point them out before abandoning raccoonstripe's side in favor of a smooth-topped stone to drape across. hunting could wait, her hunger could be satiated by the jealous glares she was sure to receive. a paw is lazily dragged over her ear before she addresses the cats over the border. "good day, riverclan. hope you're all enjoying this weather as much as we are."

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 32 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FOXTAIL]

The last few weeks in RiverClan has been.... calm. He's surprised with himself as he thinks about it— he hasn't thought about the red water rogues in weeks, and feels relief in his chest that no rogue has been spotted in RiverClan territory since. Of course, RiverClan still has to go through the aftermath— those rogues stole lives, and even kidnapped Shellkit... which ultimately led to their demise. Foxtail was fortunate; he didn't lose any relatives to those rogues, but he can't say the same for every RiverClanner. His heart aches for his clanmates that lost their loved ones; he doesn't even want to imagine what it would be like to lose Tigersplash and Hawkcloud.

Instead of dwelling on the past, the young tom pads through the RiverClan territory with his apprentice beside him. Smokestar gave him a second chance to have an apprentice, and Foxtail couldn't be more grateful. This time around, he won't let Smokestar down. "We're almost t-there!" He mews with a flick of an ear, his nose twitching at the scent of ThunderClan growing stronger. Today, Foxtail wanted to show Pebblepaw more of RiverClan territory..... even parts that don't belong to them, currently. "W-what can you tell me about the sunningrocks?" He asks as he looks over at Pebblepaw, "Theoretically, how would the sunningrocks benefit RIverClan?" It's been a long time since RiverClan has owned the sunningrocks. The last time RiverClan owned them, Foxtail was Foxpaw.

When they finally arrive, it's immediate that they have... visitors on the other side. The sun shines onto his fur, and shines onto the rocks as well. He can practically feel how warm those rocks must be; it's a perfect day to take a nap underneath the sun. And a perfect day to hunt, unfortunately for him the prey that calls the sunningrocks their home does not belong to RiverClan. He wishes he and Pebblepaw could relax for a bit under the sun, but he shoves that out of his mind. It's been peaceful in RiverClan lately. ThunderClan would never give up the sunningrocks without a fight; and the last thing they need at the moment is more bloodshed.

He gives the two ThunderClanner's a nod of greeting, looking over at the two cats. "Hello T-thunderClan," He cautiously mews with a swish of his bushy tail. "Hope you're all enjoying this weather as much as we are." They certainly are enjoying the weather on the other side, and he tries to pay no mind to the small jab. "We are," He replies to Nightbird, "The w-weather has been gorgeous lately, hasn't it?"
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𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• apprentice tag @PEBBLEPAW
  
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  credit to skaicraft (via insta) for the artwork <3
  
• Foxtail

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  warrior
  warmhearted
  timid
  experience: trained
  backstory: tbd
  biography: [HYPERLINK]
  credit to sixbane for the minis & tropics for the icon <3
  

  cisgender male [he / him]
  eyes: green
  pelt: cinnamon/chocolate
  fur length: long
  parents: dawnflower and redfur (riverclan npcs)
  18 moons
  

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[REEDSTRIKE]

reed was having a great time, just strolling alongside his clanmates, kind of zoned out as he usually was on these types of patrols. reed yawned as he listened to foxtail quizzing his apprentice, tail flicking lazily through the air. it was only newleaf but the large dark tom's pelt absorbed the light heat every time they left the cover of the trees. they had been padding adjacent to the river but were coming up on the border they shared with thunderclan and as the trees became more sparse, reed kept his eye out for the open rocks that both clans vied for. sunningrocks would feel magical right now, he thought as his legs brushed against the local vegetation, yearning for a cool dip in the water. and then he saw them.

reed held a great dislike for any clan besides riverclan and he didn't keep that fact private. why would he, when his clan was clearly superior in every way? this led to him mostly keeping his mouth shut whenever at gatherings, for the sake of peace, and because of the fact that he loved to find out what had been happening on the other side of the border. there was too much to miss out on and while he detested other clans, he enjoyed hearing gossip, contrary to his burly appearance. he knew not to pick a fight here, for the sake of not getting in trouble with any higherups, but it wouldn't hurt to talk with the cats he had laid his eyes on. he could totally keep a lid on his emotions.

surely the better response would be to remain cool and collected, like foxtail beside him. or maybe bite his words, keep his pelt from bristling and instead share a calm greeting. but that was really impossible to expect when dealing with reed. he was easy to rile, after all. "not anymore." he remarked snidely, striding forward to stare daggers across the river at the arrogant thunderclanners. in fact, the weather sucked now they he was in the same radius as these two. the she-cat seemed rather cocky, lounging across the warm rocks, taunting them so blatantly. it almost felt like bait. and reedstrike was surely going to bite. the tom smirked, a laugh peeling itself from his jaws, "it seems thunderclanners have nothing better to do than lounge around, huh?"

✧ IT'S AN OLD SCAR — TRYING TO BLEACH IT OUT

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  ≫ large dark brown tabby with piercing amber eyes
  ≫ 20 moons old; ages the 1st of every month
  ≫ semi-hard to befriend ; doesn't trust easily
  ≫ riverclan warrior. tags. #873427
  ≫ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ≫ light powerplay allowed

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[LAKEMOON]

.·:*¨༺ ☾ ༻¨*:·. After yesterday’s bizarre celestial event, Lakemoon had been on edge. The sun had been shielded from them, in the middle of the day- what in the stars could that possibly mean, what threats could lurk around the corner, now?
The scars that wove themselves comfortably across a canvas of silvered stripes paint a picture that Lakemoon hadn’t tried to deny with her icy persona, love for the opportunity to face danger head-on, for spilled scarlet staining soil. Things were different, now- her thoughts did not fret over her well-being, they worried for the two kits she waded through the river for now, determined to bring back a sizeable meal for Iciclefang and the five kits the queen reared. The new-leaf sun was hot today, so the cool water that seeped itself into her thick pelt only brought relief, the two-legs would be traipsing their way through her territory soon enough, the days she would have to be so care-free in the water were limited.
Perched just before the rocky drop-off that would throw her into the will of the gentle current, the sight of the two Thunderclanners getting comfortable on Sunningrocks is only caught in her peripheral.
Instinctively, the lanky tabby lowers herself, only enough that her muzzle dips a whisker-length below the surface, leaving only a scalding azure gaze visible.
The sight of Raccoonstripe is one Lakemoon had gotten used to since Thunderclan had stole Sunningrocks from them, the wound of watching him take her mates eye had long scabbed over.
So why, why does seeing him cozied up with a molly who could only be assumed to be his mate make her feel as though that scab has been slashed right back open?
It wasn’t him, Lakemoon knows, not really.
It’s Lilybloom.
Pulling a dark gaze away, Lakemoon can see something about to pass her, a fish that had strayed too close to the surface.
Slipping under, Lakemoon pushes off, intercepting her prey’s path with gaping jaws.
When she pushes herself back up with her catch, Foxtails voice stuttering out a response gives Lakemoon a place to move to, and she lets the current carry her the fox-length or two she needed to close the distance before kicking her way out of the current, slipping out from the river with a shake.
it seems thunderclanners have nothing better to do than lounge around, huh? Reedstrike snickered.
“Don’t stoop to their level, Reedstrike. If these are Thunderclan’s finest… well, we can let that speak for itself.” While the start of her sentence is spoken with the same gravel that sticks underfoot, Lakemoon lets her voice raise only the slightest as she walks past her clanmate.
Snark did nothing to heal the internal wound, but it didn’t feel the worst, either.

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  LAKEMOON ☾ she/her, warrior of riverclan, 27 moons.
  ⭃ lanky blue tabby with low white and navy blue eyes and a slightly twisted right hind leg. A large facial scar stretches from her right brow to her left cheek, and another crosses at her chest and stretches down the length of her stomach.
  ⭃ daughter of Tempestmoon && Lilypad ࿏ sister to Wolfwind ࿏ mate to Lilybloom & mother to Snowkit, Graykit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Nightbird detaches herself from his side, bounding to the top of one of Sunningrocks’ finest boulders. She drapes herself across the surface invitingly, and Raccoonstripe boldly admires the dark liquid beauty of his mate’s form, warmed beneath the sun’s glow. Water splashes as RiverClan cats near the border, and Nightbird calls out to them, her expression coy and her voice just shy of taunting: “Hope you’re all enjoying this weather as much as we are.” Raccoonstripe can’t suppress his grin. He crests a stone wedged beside the one she lays on, his rich brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

The first RiverClanner to speak is mild-mannered, simply making conversation with a stuttering, hesitant voice. That’s not nearly as fun as the dark tabby Clanmate who speaks up from beside him. His fur is obviously ruffled, causing Raccoonstripe a great deal of joy. He calls back to the tabby’s taunt, “It’s just nice to have such a nice spot to sun ourselves after a long day of hunting! Wouldn’t you agree?” His smile flashes, teeth white in a black-striped face. “I wonder if they have anything like it in RiverClan territory…” He faux-muses to Nightbird, swishing his tail across the stone in all its lush dark glory.

His smile curdles somewhat as he recognizes Lakemoon’s blue-gray tabby pelt slipping into the water. She eyes him coldly, boldly, and a familiar, if faded, feeling of guilt begins to prick the pads of his paws. How long could she hold that grudge? He hadn’t known Lakemoon’s mate, and they’d been in the middle of a battle. Had their roles been reversed, he’s confident his cool-natured niece would have taken Nightbird’s eye without remorse.

ThunderClan’s finest, she says, and anger sweeps through him like a hot wind, but he manages to hold onto the remnants of his grin. “ThunderClan’s finest is exactly what you’re looking at,” he says back.

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

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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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[Tigersplash]

She loooooves bantering with the other clans, Tigersplash never took what was said too personally unless their were actual threats being hissed out she knows the difference as she listens with amusement as Raccoonstripe ruffle her patrol-mates feathers. She does hope they know Sunningrocks wouldn't be there's forever - it was a matter of time before it returned to it's rightful owners, they could enjoy it all they wanted now it'd only make the sting of it's loss hurt all the more. The tabbies companion doesn't play into his banter instead offering friendly words, nice but a little lame she must say. She's in thought as she pads behind her brother and his apprentice, trying to think of good quips to meow at Raccoonstripe that'd get a funny reaction. She doesn't get the chance to be the first Riverclanner to spit out a remark, it's Reedstrike who snips first and she grins encouragingly at the tom while Lakemoon tells him to not stoop to their level. There was no need to be so serious, Starclan she didn't mind stoopin pretty low to get some good ole' crotchshots in long as they got a good laugh from her friends and family. She holds no hatred for Thunderclan but she's presented a opportunity and she takes it.

The fluffy tom on the other side of the river isn't dissuaded as he continues to try and rub their moons old victory in their faces, she'll admit he's pretty good he was just unlucky some of their more aggressive clanmates weren't here to take the bait. A sad day for him - but he has Tigersplash as recompense, the handsomest she-cat in Riverclan to bounce petty insults and remarks off of. "Well when they're not to busy sniffing their own farts anyway" she meows loudly as she comes up besides Reedstrike flashing him a wide grin. "It'll take moons to wash their scent off when we get Sunningrocks back - peeeee-eww" to emphasize her words she crinkles up her nose and waves her paw as if their scent was crawling over the river into her nostrils.

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  Tigersplash ✩ She/He, Warrior of Riverclan, 17 moons
  ⭃ A chocolate/cinnamon chimera she-cat with high white and amber eyes
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Kedamono ↛ @legmeatt on discord, feel free to dm for plots. ​

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ the first to approach is tentative with his answer, amicable enough. too bad they weren't out here looking for friends. a tabby foiled whatever plan foxtail had with narrow eyes and a bitter laugh, it was a much more expected reaction for their display.

"i'm sure they'd benefit from it, that one's coiled tighter than an adder," she hums thoughtfully to raccoonstripe's mocking musing, tail raising to point at reedstrike. lakemoon, despite her quite boring attempt at reigning in her clanmates, seems to get quite the rise out of her mate. a quite snappy response, nightbird wouldn't escalate that tension. this was supposed to be fun after all.

it was always ironic when a riverclanner was the first to bring up scents, when they spoke it smelled like something crawled in them and died. "how crass," she chides, nose curling. weren't riverclanners supposed to have a reputation for their elegance? with such a lack of decorum, nightbird wondered who was delusional enough to make such a rumor. "i assure you, with a mouth like that it wouldn't take long for you to really stink the place up."

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 32 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / mentor to none
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by vayle ↛ @vayl3 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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