RECKONING ✧ chase

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe does his best to ignore the rumble in his belly. There’d been just enough prey the last quarter-moon to feed the Clan, but the excess and bounty of greenleaf is gone. Their healthy warriors dwindle slowly but steadily, and the fresh-kill pile looks a little sadder each day. The tabby has taken a small hunting patrol just south of the Owl Tree, his mind occupied. Perhaps if he’d been paying attention instead of thinking about the journeying cats of the ache in his stomach, he’d have noticed the strange scent in his territory sooner.

It’s not until he spots a glimpse of reddish tabby fur through the brush that he begins to stiffen. Hackles raise like blades of fur. This is no ThunderClan warrior—and she’s stalking along their grove, eyes trained on a ThunderClan squirrel.

“Surely you scented our markers, unless rogues can’t smell past their own stench,” he hisses, his claws sliding from their pouches. “I’ll give—hey!” The she-cat whirls about, her eyes wide with fright and anger, and then she bolts, heading deeper into their territory.

Raccoonstripe hisses, low and aggravated. “Drive her out!” He takes off, kicking up leaf litter with his powerful hind paws.

ooc ✧ 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺

• feel free to take this thread anyway you want as long as it follows the guidelines 8)
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  — raccoon . raccoonstripe
  — he/him ; lead warrior of thunderclan
  — heteroflexible ; single
  — long-haired black tabby with white and dark brown eyes
  — “speech”, thoughts, attack
  — penned by Marquette
  — chibi by Rai

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[ROEFLAME .]

ROEFLAME — break the air to feel the fall.
Admittedly, it was easy for Roeflame to feel as though the moment she had gotten back on her paws, she hadn’t been able to stop. The cinnamon tabby found fairly quickly however, that holding that certain type of mindset made her bitter by the end of the day.
Instead, she got to keep busy, to show her worth while the time was most dire and step up. Besides, she was never really alone anymore- which was more of a blessing than not, less time to scramble over thoughts of Dewfrost or fret over her blossoming feelings for Burnstorm, no time to think about that scary stuff.
Her days of straying from her patrols are long over, dutifully on the heels on Racconstripe, ears pricked and ever-moving, searching for the sounds of scuffles or wings flapping.
Yet, when the scent of squirrel finally comes, it is laced with an eerily foreign and vaguely familiar scent.
Roeflame stops in her tracks, eyes scanning in desperate pursuit of her nose. The tabby knew that scent, the strange one that had lingered over Burnstorms discovered prey scraps.
Raccoonstripe’s hollering comes heartbeats after Roeflames pause, and her gaze can finally lock onto the scrappy thing of russet that moves nearby, partially hidden by withering foliage.
Blood already brought to a boil, Roeflame bares her teeth, stepping from behind the taller patrol leader to get a better look.
Snap a twig breaks in the loners sudden fleeing.
Drive her out! The brown tabby orders, but Roeflame is already moving, the urge for an outlet putting a certain determination in her step.
Whether her clanmates are on her tail or not, her gaze never strays from the russet pelt, weaving between shriveled shrubbery and skimming upturned roots as though a true forest-born warrior, Roeflame finds herself snapping on the heels of the loner quickly, utilizing her nimble speed she would attempt to pull up beside the rogue and throw her body weight against her, despite her smaller frame, with the intention of weaponizing the element of surprise and abruptly cutting off the others path that would lead her deeper into their forest home.
"Scram, rat!" Would come her snarl as Roeflame cast her own spray of leaves in the process of finding her steady footing once more.

"speech"

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[WOLFWIND]

Any time that she could spare is now time that she spends hunting. Ears pricked, maw open to air, a tail precariously held over the ground so not to disturb any potential prey lurking about. They were truly beginning to feel the weight of their sick, and lack thereof of the journeying cats. The prey that she'd gobbled down before leaving was likely the only thing she would eat today. If this patrol went well, at least, she might be able to spare another bite. The walk to the owl tree had been fruitless, and once they're here —

The scent of squirrel is accompanied by that of another, notably much less welcome presence. Wolfwind's eyes are narrowing in confusion when her uncle hisses, and both her and the other members of the patrol or all whipping their heads in unison. Who the hell are you? Wolfwind might've asked first and foremost. But it is irrelevant, really. A stranger, is who this was, carrying no clan scent on their pelt. Any courtesy Raccoonstripe might've offered is left to rot as the rogue bolts. Roeflame is pelting after them, and in the same moment, Racconstripe barks an order. Wolfwind is not far behind. Not unlike Roeflame, Wolfwind trades brute strength for speed – and soon she joins in Roeflame's pestering of the rogue.

" If you're gonna run, let it be away from ThunderClan territory! " Wolfwind hisses, her lungs not too happy to say so whilst in a sprint, but if she said she hasn't ever wanted to make fun quips at ThunderClan trespassers, she'd be a damn liar.

At Roeflame's assalt, the rogue is clearly startled, scrambling to change the direction of her escape – and it's a favorable one, that'll deposit them out at SkyClan, so long as they keep her on the path. Wolfwind tries to do just that, doing nothing more but keeping up the chase; sticking on a side of her that would hopefully deter her from further veering into ThunderClan's territory. Just keep going, and you can be SkyClan's problem!

OOC ✨ 9.5.2023 BET MY MONEY ON A STUPID HORSE, I LOST THAT

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• [ SO I RAN OUT TO THE TRACK TO GET MY CASH BACK ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! LITTERMATE 2 LAKEMOON; KIN TO MANY.
  —— SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 22 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 1ST.
  
  FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER

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