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Raccoonstripe had taken Thistlepaw to the gorse tunnel almost immediately after Howlingstar’s meeting had concluded. He paces, paws flicking up bits of loose grit from camp’s floor, his tail darting to the left and then the right behind him in a display of striped plumage. “This won’t be an ordinary territory tour, I’m afraid,” he murmurs to Thistlepaw, his eyes shadowed. “I’d normally take you out alone, but Howlingstar has ordered no fewer than three warriors in a patrol. And we’ll have to avoid Snakerocks, for now,” he warns. He gives his white chest fur a few quick licks as paws gather to join them. He nods his head at the warriors, then at Thistlepaw. “Ready? Let’s head to the Great Sycamore. Keep your wits about you—Thistlepaw, don’t go running ahead of any of the warriors.” I’ll cuff you into next season if you do.
The tabby shivers through the gorse tunnel and into the forest beyond. The sun is bright, and for the first time in moons, Raccoonstripe can feel its warmth seeping through his thick dark pelt. There is birdsong in the air; tree branches, still barren but beginning to shoot up with green, tremble with new weight. He flicks his tail tip against Thistlepaw’s flank. “The birds are returning. Look.” He nods toward a smaller oak tree, where a starling hops in place on a lower branch. “We’ll practice hunting and climbing once you’ve seen most of ThunderClan’s territory.” He doesn’t want to overwhelm the new apprentice, even if impatience itches his own paws.
He turns back to the rest of the patrol. “Feel free to stop and hunt if you want,” he calls. He knows the sweet song and the rattling branches will be hard for any cat to resist. “Just don’t stray too far.”
The tabby shivers through the gorse tunnel and into the forest beyond. The sun is bright, and for the first time in moons, Raccoonstripe can feel its warmth seeping through his thick dark pelt. There is birdsong in the air; tree branches, still barren but beginning to shoot up with green, tremble with new weight. He flicks his tail tip against Thistlepaw’s flank. “The birds are returning. Look.” He nods toward a smaller oak tree, where a starling hops in place on a lower branch. “We’ll practice hunting and climbing once you’ve seen most of ThunderClan’s territory.” He doesn’t want to overwhelm the new apprentice, even if impatience itches his own paws.
He turns back to the rest of the patrol. “Feel free to stop and hunt if you want,” he calls. He knows the sweet song and the rattling branches will be hard for any cat to resist. “Just don’t stray too far.”
- ooc: @THISTLEKIT ; feel free to be any warrior or apprentice joining this tour :]
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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 wolfx 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.
