NOCTURNAL MEMOIR ✧ thunderclan dusk patrol

Raccoonstripe stalks through the brush, his head lifted high and his eyes twinkling like dark stars. Every muscle in his body feels tense as stone, prepared, whether it’s from an ambush or to chase a thieving heathen from their territory. His tail lashes behind him as he turns to bark orders to his patrolmates. Pebblestep he’s not sure about—Cloudyfur may have proven herself as a huntress, but Raccoonstripe remains questioning her nervous littermate’s kittypet predisposition still. As for Moonwhisper, Raccoonstripe has no doubts she will use her claws and teeth as directed.

Keep alert. If there’s so much as a bit of grass out of place, I want to know about it.” His voice is cold, steel-tempered fury. “Those faithless thieves will not make fools of ThunderClan.” They near the WindClan border, and he adds, “And don’t let your guards down here, either.

In a lower voice, more to Moonwhisper than to Pebblestep, he mutters, “They’ve been known to take in rogues before.


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    — he/him ; lead warrior of thunderclan
    — heteroflexible ; single
    — long-haired black tabby with white and dark brown eyes
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He nearly burst out laughing at the foul comment, reddish optics crinkling. He glanced idly at sheathed claws, humming thoughtfully, but otherwise keeping silent, helm cocked with a curious twitch of his brow. He wondered who could be the pettiest and Fogbound was never one to stray from a challenge. It made his heart burst with color, just like the good ol’ days when he was a simple rogue biting at the bit. Dreadful. They were and Fogbound was glad to be rid of such, now joined at the hip with WindClan.

He never seemed to learn from his mistakes, jumping from one to another, but he was a simple fellow, no matter how much he wanted to huff at the fact. Faithless thieves? He echoed. “Oh, how hurt I’m to hear those words.” His helm cocked with faux sadness, tone deadpan as ever with a curl of velvet charm. He didn’t care in the slightest. Foolish mice. Those words rolled off of him like liquid. “And ThunderClan is nonetheless brighter.” He murmured, tail flickering.
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The earthy, pine-sodden scent of ThunderClan carries easily over the moors. Breezerunner thinks under different circumstances he might find the smell pleasant, but when it comes attached to the proud and lofty forest-dwelling ThunderClanners he can't help but to be annoyed. As he pads closer he catches Raccoonstripe's warnings to the rest of his patrol. He scowls even when Fogbound seems capable of laughing it off heartily.

"I've heard it's unwise to speak poorly of others when you're standing close to their territory," Breezerunner states, flat and unamused as ever. He thinks about the RiverClan patrol that had come by recently; their paranoia and shocked apprentices from hearing lies and wives' tales about WindClan. At least these ThunderClanners are behaving in their typical manner: annoying but harmless. He doesn't find it wise to throw insults back at the ThunderClan patrol either, but doesn't say anything in that regard.
 
( ) slender paws crunch softly over the dying grasses of the moor as the young molly follows her patrol along the border. her ears flick in silent acknowledgement of the rival clan's patrol, although she stays uncharacteristically quiet as she sidles up to her former mentor's side. fogbound mutters lowly at the comments, breezerunner flatly addressing the thunderclanners with dead eyes. the pretty she-cat stifles a giggle, voice soft and sweet sounding as she finally speaks. "i think i saw a piece of grass bend over the border," she warns them, eyes wide with faux innocence. curling her lip, mothmoon flicks her tail against fogbound's flank and turns away, flashing a snide grin back at the thunderclan patrol.
 
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