private THE CLOSER — flamewhisker

[RACCOONSTRIPE]

While he awaits Howlingstar’s judgment, Raccoonstripe decides to act as though his duties are still intact. The tabby moves about camp as he normally would, and though the glares of his Clanmates sear through his fur, he meets each pair of eyes with conviction gleaming from a charcoal-dark gaze. The tabby lead warrior remembers his order to Thistlepaw—take Flamewhisker that catch, I’m sure she and her kits will appreciate it—and his tongue sizzles and burns with the memory of her anger-filled green eyes. He rises now and makes his way to the mouth of the nursery; just inside, he sees a flame-colored pelt, with no kits in sight. Perhaps their elder brother has taken them to play.

“Flamewhisker.” He approaches on light paws, and once the ginger queen has turned her attention to him, he will incline his head respectfully. “I noticed you did not eat the prey Thistlepaw brought you. Would you like me to grab you something else? You must be hungry at this time of day.” To his deputy, his tone is neutral, but he searches her expression for something, anything, that speaks of forgiveness or even just understanding.

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

• ooc: @Flamewhisker
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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 Thistlepaw ; 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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[Flamestar]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ After Howlingstar had dismissed the group gathered around Raccoonstripe's patrol, she had returned to the nursery to fume. Falconheart had taken the kits to chase leaves, or perhaps hunt butterflies or something...she had debated not allowing them to go with him, but she wouldn't deny her kits the opportunity of playing with their big brother. Even though she was frustrated with him right now, Falconheart was the closest thing to a father that her litter had. The deputy paced back and forth in front of her nest, her pelt prickling with irritation. If you were doing your duties, this wouldn't have happened. It had been moons since she had excused from her duties to be a queen, and with each passing day the more restless she was becoming.

Flamewhisker. A deep voice interrupted her thoughts, and she turned to face him. The dark tabby figure that closely resembled his mother's padded in, respectfully greeting her. "Racconstripe." she countered, dipping her head in greeting. White paws stopped pacing, and started moving towards him instead. He noted the prey that had been brought to her, and she let out a faint sigh. "No need, it will be eaten." Falconheart had beat the apprentice into the den, so she had been planning on offering it to Roeflame and her kits...regardless of the Skyclan scent that still clung to it's pelt. What's been done was done, the prey would not be brought back to life. To not eat it would be a waste, something the former loner would not allow. She had spent many nights wondering when the next time her and her mother would eat again in her youth.

Even though she was irritated by his actions, she knew in her heart why he had done what he did. Despite the blessing of Newleaf, the overflowing nursery was keeping the hunters from eating..."I didn't know it was that bad." She said, her voice lowering with seriousness.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── MY DARLING ⋅✩⋅ WHO KNEW ──┐‎

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• FLAMEWHISKER ✩ she/her, deputy of thunderclan, 32 moons, ages on the 20th
  ⭃ LH red tabby with low white (masks black tabby, carries dilute, solid)
  ⭃ widowed mate to flycatcher / / mother to: falconheart, stormfeather, sparrowpaw, sunkit, mothkit, scorchedkit, and squirrelkit
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ will start a fight, will finish fights, will kill (case depending)
  ⭃ link to toyhouse
  ⭃ penned by Icey ! ↛ @icefang65 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Flamewhisker is on edge; she paces near her emptied nest, her green eyes narrowed and distant. When she flicks them toward Raccoonstripe to acknowledge him, he can see the frustration there, burning, deep. "Raccoonstripe," she greets him, and the tabby dares to relax just a little. The deputy is still upset—she's never been one to be able to disguise her emotions—but she acknowledges him with at least a modicum of the respect he still feels he deserves, and that's enough to steady his nerves a bit. "As long as someone who needs it eats it," he responds, watching her expression. Falconheart had brought his catch to the nursery, too—no doubt the nervous young tom had been anxious to feed the kits who'd been on his mind.

The dark tabby sits after a moment, tucking his luscious, rippling tail around his mismatched forepaws. Raccoonstripe listens to Flamewhisker and dips his head. "You've had other duties to tend to. Important ones," he murmurs. "But I would not have broken the warrior code if I did not feel it necessary, Flamewhisker. Our warriors are tired, and SkyClan grows fat from Twoleg handouts. They will not miss a few birds." He keeps his tone carefully neutral, respectful, even if his words may trigger another bout of anger from Flamewhisker again.

"...I know what you're thinking about. About another skirmish, over a squirrel." He remembers his paws sinking into blood-flecked snow, remembers the ginger warrior's anguish, his sister's keening cries into the night, Wolfwind's hollowed expression. "I would not have forgiven myself if we'd lost someone."

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

• ooc: —
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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 Thistlepaw ; 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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[Flamestar]

〔✦〕He sits, flicking his large tail around his paws, and she does the same. She listens quietly as he explains his actions, and she lets out a soft sigh. As much as her heart screamed to not agree, she could see why he had done it. Raccoonstripe was many things, but he was loyal to Thunderclan to the core. Little mattered to him more than the clan, and that was one thing she valued in the tom. "I wish Howlingstar would let us help hunt." The words were quiet, but still loud enough for him to hear. Her own mother had done all of the hunting for them when she was a kit...much like her own kits, she had never met her father. She wasn't even sure what his name was, her mother never mentioned him. "He was just some stray tom.." Was the answer she always got. But even though she wished to help, she knew why their leader wouldn't allow it. There were too many dangers in the forest. The kits needed their mothers safe and sound in the camp with them, not wondering if they would come back home or not after each hunting trip. Her head slowly shook, green eyes closing for a brief moment.

"It was along that very border that caused the Warrior Code to be created in the first place." He had already read her mind, but she decided to confirm what she had been thinking about anyways. She could remember the pain that filled Little Wolf's gaze as she returned to the camp, her back bloodied from carrying the ebony molly's daughter to the Skyclan camp. If only you'd been faster... There were many things about that day that she would have given to change about that day. If you'd stopped them before they started fighting...If you'd made Morningpaw go back to the camp to get reinforcements...If you'd given them the damn squirrel.

"Raccoonstripe...please promise me." The queen paused, her gaze growing serious. "Before doing something like that again...at least ask the others what they think. We're a team...we can make a plan...that's why Howlingstar has a council." Maybe they could have asked for help, instead of stealing and potentially risking a battle.

even on my weakest days ( I get a little bit stronger ) //

• ooc.
  
• FLAMEWHISKER —— deputy of thunderclan , mentoring none . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 33 moons & ages every 20ᵗʰ
  ✦ widowed / heterosexual / closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— difficult in battle
  
  ✦ “speech”, 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord for plots — toyhouse
  
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  a longhaired red tabby with low white and green eyes. flamewhisker's fur is a vibrant hue of red, riddled with thick classic tabby markings. her fur is medium in length, and she has a large, feathery tail. her chest, belly, tail tip, and her paws are dipped white. flamewhisker's eyes are a dark, deep shade of green. her shoulder has a large scar on it from a fight with a dog. she also has a shredded ear from a disagreement with a loner during her time alone before joining thunderclan. on particularly cold days, or sometimes before a major weather change, she will walk with a slight limp from her shoulder injury.

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