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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe's belligerent anger begins to taper with every step he makes back through ThunderClan's territory. It's clear his wounds begin to make it difficult to navigate the undergrowth after about ten minutes into their trek back to camp, but he persists. He is not badly wounded; he will not need to hole up in Gentlestorm's den, swathed in filthy bandages. Luckily, no one on his patrol seems to be hurt; Silversun and Burnstorm had refrained from getting their claws dirty, and Scarletpaw's scrap with Twitchbolt's apprentice had been brief enough.

Still, the tabby makes sure to press his flank to his protege's encouragingly. "You've shown a lot of courage. Make sure you go get any scratches checked out as soon as we get back." His jaw sets. "I've got to report to Flamestar."

He's sure Silversun will have plenty to say about decorum and rank-worthiness, but Raccoonstripe is less bothered by this than he'd previously thought. Something inside of him had needed the adrenaline rush, the feel of his claws slicing through another's flesh and fur, the roar of his blood in his ears.

He is not satisfied, but he is a touch less unruly than when he'd left camp that evening.

The gorse tunnel shivers, announcing the patrol's return. The sky is dark, now; cats are beginning to finish their evening meals, preparing to turn down their nests. Raccoonstripe's gleaming eyes find Flamestar's burning pelt in the clearing; as he speaks, he's sure others will gather, curiosity shimmering in their gazes.

"SkyClan has made their feelings about ThunderClan very clear this evening." His tone, despite everything, is almost lackadaisical. "Silversmoke may just speak for Orangestar, even if he doesn't sit on her council any longer. He accused us of harboring murderers and told me I was one of Skyclaw's enablers." Something darkens behind his golden-brown gaze, but he does not lose his easy smile. "And careful, if you choose to fight with them — they fight dirty, two at a time."

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

• ooc: tagging patrol cats @SILVERSUN @BURNSTORM @Scarletpaw ; seeking / speaking to @Flamestar but no need to wait :] he is visibly injured with a laceration below his right eye, claw marks in his shoulders, and bleeding wounds in his lower belly
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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 46 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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[ROEFLAME .]

-ˋˏ ༻ ☀ ༺ ˎˊ-

Roeflame's unease with her earthen council-mate had been as fleeting as a midnight breeze, Raccoonstripe had every reason to be disappointed with Flamestars decision in her, if the tabby tom needed to brood it out, that was up to him.

What Roeflame had been expecting placing him on a patrol to SkyClans border with Burnstorm the deputy isn't sure, but it definitely wasn't for them to come back with bruises and scratches; Raccoonwhisker seeming to take on the brunt of the batterings.

When the tabby draws closer to where he meets Flamestar, her unsure feelings on the patrols entrance melt away to fiery spite. "Silversmoke?" Roeflame echoes, newfound disdain on her tongue, "the audacity." While the tabby she-cat would wait for Flamestar to deem the severity of the situation, the rosetted warrior was more inclined to back the Lead Warrior on this one.

Well, for the most part. "What could have prompted the accusation?" Curiously, her eyes shift from Raccoonstripe to her mate, and then to Silversun.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[Softsight]

She was never one to advocate for violence where it could be avoided. This was something that she'd believed since she was young, a result of her medley-raising among other Clans' nurseries as a kit. But for SkyClan she could not say she harbored the same naive attachment to as others - her views on the kittypet-Clan was largely shaped by experiences that others had with them, and while she knew that Raccoonstripe was one to start trouble - especially in the wake of not being named deputy, you'd have had to have been blind to not notice his seething reaction - she lingered close by when he delivered his news of the recent border patrol.

She stays quiet as Roeflame approaches Flamestar and Racconstripe - it isn't her place to speak, after all. But she listens, and she listens well: Silversmoke may just speak for Orangestar Racconstripe said, and Softsight's tail twitched indeterminably. She wasn't sure she agreed with that in its entirety, but she didn't know Silversmoke. Perhaps he was as trigger happy as their own Lead Warrior was. She stands there for a moment before coming out of her thoughts and moving towards the medicine cat's den; the patrol looks a bit bruised and beaten, and it would do them no good to go on with their injuries without intervention.

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• ! retrieving @GENTLESTORM

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• SOFTSIGHT ✩ warrior of thunderclan, fourteen moons
  → peaceful and healing powerplay permitted.
  → penned by Archivist → .archivist on discord.

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[nightbird]

⋆˖⁺‧₊☽◯☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ "possibly the same thing that prompted shadowclan's," nightbird mutters offhandedly at roeflame's question. as much as she didn't want to admit, it seemed as though the long standing friendship with skyclan was only for show these days.

it wasn't that she wished to argue with the deputy, she had no doubt that raccoonstripe found some way to ruffle their fur, but that was irrelevant to her judgement. 'friends' did not escalate words into blood. "it is not up to silversmoke to play executioner for something that did not affect his clan." nightbird could not bear to watch raccoonstripe's image tarnish anymore in the eyes of his clan. the blame was on skyclan, on its warriors eagerness to sever a bond older than their clan itself. her paws itched to be free of the nursery, to show the former lead just exactly what meddlesome behavior earned.

nightbird checks over her shoulder as softsight vanishes off to gentlestorm's den, her tail twitching as she rakes her gaze across the blood clinging to her mates fur. "they are too eager to spill our blood." she sighs in discontent. raccoonstripe would be fine, he didn't need doted upon and fussed over. what thunderclan needed was to force this snake out from the grass and decide who their true friends were out of the clans.

BURNING SWORD // ───‎ ⋆ GUIDE MY HAND‎ ‎‎ ‎‎☽

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  NIGHTBIRD ✩ she/her, lead warrior of thunderclan, 37 ☾'s
  ⭃ a small black smoke molly with a white paw and pale silver eyes. currently a queen residing in the nursery.
  ⭃ mate to raccoonstripe / / currently mentoring 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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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Cross-Clan affairs were not often a topic on Bravheart's mind, especially when most of the patrols he attended had never fallen to violence. Scuffles were a common thing, he is told, but they could mean for something sinister in certain regards. Before he would have little worry over ShadowClan when instances like Fallowbite and another apprentice would quarrel. It was small events, short-lived tension that easily broke apart with interference.

Now he worried if Fallowbite and the ShadowClanner would meet again, if it meant war, with recent accusations thrown. Or with SkyClan after they had attempted to take more territory from themselves, away from ThunderClan. It made him feel queasy with how little time they had to claim continued peace for Flamestar's reign. It seemed as though their divide with one another jumped from camp and promptly upon each border!

However it is naive to disregard exactly who returned at their helm, echoing the words that released his claws against SkyClan. He couldn't recall many times Raccoonstripe chose to bite his tongue over posturing. While that wasn't very different from some of their other Clanmates, this one sat on a council, representing their Clan.

"Isn't there an easier way to fix this? What if... A conversation was had with Orangestar instead?" Cream-spotted ears turned down as addressed Flamestar's council. "Can we really trust that assumption? Maybe he was having a bad day or... just trying to get under your fur." It was all hopeful alternatives for what could very well be the truth. That peace with SkyClan may have died with Blazestar.

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  BRAVEHEART — HE/HIM ･ 13 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby with a white locket and deep blue eyes. A large cat who stands tall and proud. His coat is thick with long wispy curls. Severe scars from owl talons stretch across his shoulders and another that starts from his back down his left thigh.

 

[leafhusk]

the waft of blood tickles her nostrils before the patrol even returns. she is, despite the gravity of raccoonstripe's wounds, not surprised that he took such a beating. he leaves a thin trail of blood while announcing that skyclan once again stirred issues at their border. since roeflame's promotion, thunderclan's council has functioned in an awkward state. the most eager member stands at their doorstep bloodied and pissed off.

everyone pointing fingers at their clan dug into her skin. it ripped and tore something ugly, a grim reminder that the party doesn't stop. she'd rather take the fake pity, the empty condolences during socially awkward border patrols. "i swear that guy's been stalking our border waiting for a slip up."

her tawny ears flick towards braveheart, hearing out his words with a curious tilt of her head. leafhusk simply shrugs, because that feels like flamestars decision; and she doesn't think the newly crowned leader will tuck her tail for the pine queen. "this more complicated than that." is all she can say.

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[beetlepaw]

Beetlepaw had been there- but wisely, and likely under Burnstorm's command, he had heeled. He did not fight, kept his claws clean but his eyes narrowed at his great uncle. He had been the one to fling himself at one of the Skyclanners, wasn't he? He opened his mouth first... but... calling Raccoonstripe, of all cats, Skyclaw's enabler? Those were fighting words. A doubtful glance is shared with Burnstorm as they pass through the gorse tunnel into the ravine.

If it were any other cat then besides his mother asking why it began and ended, Beetlepaw would sooner defend Raccoonstripe then open his trap. But here he was- warred with the loyalty to his family, of that, his deputy mother, and that of his own schemes. A frown was solid and square on Beetlepaw's lips as the moment to speak up passes, but he takes his time padded to his mother and brushing a cheek against her leg before heading off towards the other apprentices.

He stops in his tracks.

Beetlepaw's eyes turn towards Raccoonstripe as a thought strikes him. He attacked first. He was in the wrong. Frown deepened before he turned, vision pinning towards Roeflame once again. And when he spoke, he spoke from his chest, the spitfire he had always been making itself known. "Raccoonstripe started it. Likened Skyclanners to being 'in love' or whatever with Riverclan. Then Silversmoke accused him of kissing up to Skyclaw, and then.." Green eyes, sharp and so reminiscent of another relative he had never met, one who had given her life on the journey, turned and faced Raccoonstripe as he spoke.

"Our lead warrior here leapt across the border and attacked this Silversmoke guy for his words." Beetlepaw looked back towards Roeflame, triumphant, shoulders squared. "Though, then again, he called all of us code-breakers and killers, so. What do I know about not starting mouse-dung." Beetlepaw snorted and turned on his paws, heading to the apprentice's den, no regrets in his chest.

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• "speech"
  // feel free to stop him if u want, otherwise he out!

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• BEETLEPAW he/him, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. growing into a very broad and built tom-cat, mirroring his father's build. of average height, with a shit-eating grin more often then not.
  ⭃ being mentored by burnstorm / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovepaw and littlepaw, adoptive sibling to hopepaw and coalpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Raccoonstripe meets Roeflame's gaze as the deputy approaches. Her muzzle twists with scorn, though she is quick to ask about provocation. The tabby had figured as much — his mother had tempered a council of softhearts, and Roeflame, despite her moniker, had followed Howlingstar's wishes when it came to SkyClan. The tabby flicks his ears, parting his jaws to speak; he notices Softsight leaving the clearing to fetch Gentlestorm, and quietly, he is grateful. His wounds are beginning to bother him, particularly the ones cleaved into his belly.

Nightbird's luminous gaze finds his. "It is not up to Silversmoke to play executioner for something that did not affect his Clan," the smoke-pelted queen asserts. "They are too eager to spill our blood." Raccoonstripe holds her vision for a few heartbeats before dipping his head in assent. She belives in him, and that is enough.

Not all of his Clanmates do, of course. Braveheart, still young and wet behind both ears, asks about a conversation with Orangestar fixing all that has crumbled between the two Clans for the past several moons. Raccoonstripe flicks the tip of his tail dismissively, but it's Leafhusk who answers him best: "This is more complicated than that."

Beetlepaw's sulking had not gone unnoticed by the tabby warrior, and, despite everything, the rebellious young apprentice's outburst is not unexpected. Raccoonstripe had certainly expected Silversun to point the blame at him first, rather than the son of two of ThunderClan's fiercest lead warriors, but either way, the damage is done. He levels the hotheaded young cat with a dark-eyed look and shrugs.

"What he says is true. SkyClan received us frostily. I made a remark about them preferring fish these days... which we know is true." He lifts his chin, defiant even as the pain begins to creep into his joints. "Silversmoke and the rest of his Clan took great offense to that and resorted to calling us murderers and code-breakers."

He pushes himself to his paws, half-pacing, as though he has the command of his Clan's attention now. Whether he does or not — well, he knows how they look at him, doubt piercing his pelt even now. He has never done anything that was not for the good of this Clan, including bring an end to the life of the tyrant who had caused them suffering, and still he cannot shake their suspicions.

Raccoonstripe says, "Here is what we know about SkyClan. One: they had a secret gathering with RiverClan alone where their apprentices basked in the river and played games. No other Clan was invited to this." He stalks forward a few paces. "Two: SkyClan has tried to steal some of our territory. Stormywing's patrol managed to drive them off, but if you think their intentions end there, you're all more mousebrained than you seem." He pauses, lifting a paw. He has to try not to wince as he does. "Three: Silversmoke, who once sat on Orangestar's council, thinks us a Clan of codebreakers and murderers and likens us to Skyclaw."

His tail lashes behind him. "I know my mother did her best to foster friendship with that Clan, but they are not the yellow-bellied cats they were under Blazestar's rule. They no longer have ThunderClan's best interests at heart. They find us easy to steal from, easy to provoke, and easy to backstab." His flanks puff outward a little from exertion — with a sheepish grin, he places a paw to one side, as if to hold himself together.

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

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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 46 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]

〔✦〕The smell of copper pierces her nose before anything else. The sun had already set, and she had been sharing tongues with another warrior before the patrol emerged through the tunnel. As the smell wafted through the camp, she realized there was only one more patrol to return for the evening. Raccoonstripe, Burnstorm, Silversun, and their apprentices. As the black tabby led them into the camp, she could smell the blood stronger now. Scarletpaw only had a couple scratches on her, while Raccoonstripe looked like he had taken the brunt of it all. Burnstorm, Silversun, and the other apprentices were all clean. At this, Flamestar narrows her eyes slightly.

The leader comes to a halt beside Roeflame, waiting to hear what the patrol leader had to say. Silversmoke may just speak for Orangestar, even if he doesn't sit on her council any longer. He accused us of harboring murderers and told me I was one of Skyclaw's enablers. Silversmoke. She wasn't surprised...the sharp tongued warrior has had it out for Thunderclan for as long as she has known him. There wasn't much imagining she had to do to picture how the patrol had gone, with both Raccoonstripe and Silversmoke on opposing patrols...both toms were quick to jump to claws before reasoning. She nodded with Nightbird's statement, it was not the Skyclan tom's place to take action on something that hadn't even included Skyclan. Braveheart suggested a meeting with Orangestar, which was a good idea, but not something she would do right away. "I will meet with Orangestar, but not until she can leave her kits for awhile." Leader or not, she would not demand a new mother leave her newborn kits alone. Neither clan had lost a warrior in the skirmish. She would have been content to leave it how it was, had Beetlepaw not spoken up.

Her eyes instantly shift from those of green, to those of dark brown. "Raccoonstripe started it." the apprentice spoke, the rest of the truth now coming out. Her ear flicks irritatedly...Raccoonstripe had brought up their association with Riverclan, and then Silversmoke had jumped to calling them murderers, so Raccoonstripe had attacked first. A convenient piece of information her lead warrior had left out, one that changed the story entirely. Her gaze hardens, and he begins to explain himself. He reminds the clan of the secret gathering that had been held between Riverclan and Skyclan that the other clans hadn't been invited to. He brought up a decent point there, but that had been moons ago, something that passed and hadn't happened since. Next Stormywing's patrol was brought up, where she had intercepted a territory stealing attempt. Something she had warned against in the gathering. There hadn't been any more attempts since, so she had no reason to believe Orangestar was behind the attempt...and she hadn't gotten to ask since the leader hadn't been at the gathering. "We have no proof that Orangestar is behind trying to expand their borders. I will not blatantly accuse her of such either without evidence. We are not Shadowclan." Her last sentence was icy, and her tail lashed at the memory of Mirestar accusing them of Applejaw's murder. Now if Skyclan were to try again, she would demand an explanation.

"Three: Silversmoke, who once sat on Orangestar's council, thinks us a Clan of codebreakers and murderers and likens us to Skyclaw.. He brings up the fact that Silversmoke once sat on Orangestar's council. Silversmoke no longer sits on her council likely because he is a known troublemaker. The response flashes through her mind, but she does not speak it out loud. "Go see Gentlestorm for your wounds. We will speak privately when he is finished." Her tone is short, leaving no room for argument.

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

• ooc.
• FLAMESTAR —— leader of thunderclan , mentoring merlinpaw . storm x lily . littermate to nala, smokey, and nemo ✦ penned by icey !
  ✦ afab / she/her / 39 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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[Scarletpaw]

Scarletpaw trudges behind Raccoonstripe, her steps heavy and her mind still spinning from the skirmish. She can feel the sting of a few shallow scratches on her cheek, but her wound is nothing compared to those that litter her mentor's pelt. She had fought Twitchbolt's apprentice, and for all the fear and adrenaline coursing through her, she can't shake the feeling that she could have done better. Could have fought harder. When Raccoonstripe presses his flank to hers, warmth bubbles up inside her. His words of encouragement fill her with pride, She nods stiffly, offering a smiling, "Thanks," with confidence dripping from her voice.

As they re-enter camp, the tortoiseshell hangs back slightly, watching as Raccoonstripe strides ahead to report to Flamestar. Her ears twitch at his words, and the apprentice can't help but flinch at the mention of SkyClan's accusations. Murderers. Enablers. The words echo in her head, making her feel sick. She knows Skyclaw's reign had been a dark time, and though she'd switched sides before the end, the guilt still lingers in her belly. She forces herself to sit, her paws tucked tightly beneath her as she listens to the lead warrior's report. His tone is casual, as if the fight hadn't rattled him at all. But Scarletpaw knows better - she saw the fire in his eyes when Silversmoke hurled those accusations at them. She saw the way his muscles tensed before launching himself into battle.

Her tail flicks nervously as she glances around camp, wondering how the others will take the news. Whiskers twitching, she she listens to the rising tension, and her gaze flickers between the cats as they speak, lingering on Roeflame, whose disdain toward SkyClan is evident. She narrows her eyes and nods, mirroring the lead warrior's scorn.

As Softsight quietly slips away, the apprentice feels herself get caught up in the heat of the accusations. Nightbird's words make her ears flick back. Too eager to spill our blood. It was true, wasn't it? SkyClan had shown little hesitation to egg them on. Beetlepaw's outburst catches her attention, and for a moment, she stiffens. He's not wrong, of course - Raccoonstripe had stoked the flames. But what choice did they have? Were they supposed to just let Silversmoke get away with it? Her claws knead the earth beneath her, caught between a fierce loyalty to ThunderClan and a simmering frustration that the conflict even existed in the first place.

But she knows her place. She is an apprentice, and she will hold her tongue even as she shifts uneasily as Flamestar responds. She casts a quick glance toward the apprentices' den where her cousin disappeared before turning to follow Raccoonstripe to the medicine cat's den to get her scratch checked out.
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[ROEFLAME .]

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Nightbirds input is neither unexpected nor disagreeable, Roeflame doesn't see herself having as much tact as the queen should the situations be reversed. "I don't disagree," the brassy she-cat regards her smoked council-mate, gaze moving to look at Nightbird properly.

Braveheart is optimistic as he is naive, and Roeflame only shakes her head, at least Leafhusk offers reason. "Nightbird is right-" before the deputy can finish, her son's voice cut in, earning a slight raise of Roeflame's brow as she turns to look at Beetlepaw. Raccoonstripe started it. As the apprentice recounts the situation further, Roeflame doesn't miss the blatant jabs in Raccoonstripes direction, and her eyes move to Burnstorm. No denying who's child that is.

However, Beetlepaws attempt to leave would be intercepted with a sharp command from Roeflame; "You can't drop an accusation like that and just walk away. Here, now." There was no denying the pride Roeflame felt for her sons passion, but the spark was merely a start, it meant nothing without the willingness to follow through once involving yourself- and the hills you chose to die on.

The Lead Warrior confirms Beetlepaws accusations, serving his reasoning for escalating a verbal spat on a lengthy oak dish, Flamestar countering when she could, ordering Raccoonstripe to a private discussion. What a mess.

Roeflame wouldn't dare contradict her leader, not with the heavy accusations at play. "Only cat's who are looking for a fight would spew such mouse-dung in response to minor hostility," The tabby she-cat remains firm in her stance there, nodding towards Leafhusk. Raccoonstripe had been a poor representation of ThunderClan today, but Silversmokes actions were downright pathetic. Perhaps the patrol leader had done was take the bait. With a lash of her tail, Roeflame begins to make her way towards Beetlepaw, "you and me are going to have our own talk."

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I GOT A POCKET ⋅✴⋅ A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE ──┐‎

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  ROEFLAME ✩ she/her, Deputy of Thunderclan, twenty-seven moons.
  ⭃ petite cinnamon silver ticked tabby with murky green eyes & a small scar over her left eye.
  ⭃ mate to Burnstorm ☀ mentor to Dovepaw & Dwindlingpaw
  ⭃ 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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[GENTLESTORM]

༄.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — The scent of copper draws the medicine cat forward from his den and trails after Softsight rather calmly, his dark eyes shifting over to those that had been injured taking note that Raccoonstripe had gotten the worst of it. He'd bring them to his den to look over them a lot better though he lingers as a story begins to unfold on how they had returned in this condition and he can't help the frown that tugs at his lips but the silver healer remains silent as he holds his tongue. The black tabby mentions how Silversmoke may not have a place in Orangestar's council but seems to still speak for her and that comment alone makes one of his brows raise, he doubts that the hotheaded silver tom had much of a say nowadays and the orange molly is anything but unreasonable. He may not have been close to her during the journey but he, at least, knew that she's levelheaded and tries reasoning before resorting to claws... unlike the lead warrior that stands before his clanmates.

He's about to brush it off as nothing until Beetlepaw speaks up mentioning how Racoonstripe had started it and that he had flung himself over the border to attack Silversmoke, his eyebrows knit together at this new information that the black tabby had seemingly left out. His gaze twinkles with brief amusement at Beetlepaw's outburst and can't help but cast a glance in the direction of Roeflame, the charcoal hued tomkit is certainly hers and a dry chuckle slips from his throat. The apprentice seems to make an exit for the apprentice's den but he's stopped by the newly promoted deputy and a soft snort leaves him, the gray tom's eyes turning to the bloodied lead warrior that began to pace as he begins to name the secret meeting between Riverclan and Skyclan which had happened moons ago that hadn't done that much harm.

Thunderclan's bunch isn't the most friendliest considering those that inhabit it so the medicine cat doesn't really blame either clan for leaving the oak forest residents out of this and not only that but the other clans like Windclan and Shadowclan had been left out... so why make a fuss out of this? Secondly, the mention of Skyclan attempting to steal territory from them causes his whiskers to twitch knowing that Flamestar had already stated her stance on that during the last gathering and made it clear that she wanted no repeats of such a thing. He's quite certain that Orangestar likely hadn't approved of this decision but he wouldn't know unless he asked her himself but he continues to let the black tabby run his mouth trying to defend his actions while walking on a thin line.

As the more the lead warrior speaks, Gentlestorm begins to get bored and uninterested as he walks back to his den to retrieve something only to return to the scene once more. There's wet moss held in his jaws as he sets it down carefully listening to Flamestar's orders and nods to her only to brush his shoulder against her own, he pauses there for a moment as he mumbles for her ears alone "It'd... be for the... best... if we don't send that one to the... Skyclan border anymore..." He straightens his posture with a small shake of his head as he continues, "I have yet... to restore... all the herbs used and lost during... Skyclaw's reign and the fight for our home... and leaf-bare draws near..." Once he's said her piece to her, he finally turns his attention to Raccoonstripe as he takes a glimpse of his injuries and let's out a long sigh, this is definitely a sight to take in and a rare smile forms on his face.

"You... look... like shit." It slips from his jaws with ease but its in a lighthearted tone and he nods in the direction of his den where Scarletpaw already makes her way over to, "Come along... We don't want you getting an infection..." Gentlestorm picks up the moss to lightly press against the wound on the lead warrior's face to clean some of the blood off then motions with a large paw for the other to follow and the giant lumbers over to his den, he'd make sure that Raccoonstripe and Scarletpaw get patched up so that way Nightbird needn't worry too much about her mate.

MORNING & EVENING, I FELT LIKE I WAS GRIEVING ᨒᨒᨒ UNTIL I SAID FUCK YOU

• ooc — out !!!

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  MEDICINE CAT KNOWLEDGE;
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ FLESH WOUNDS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ INFECTIONS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ ACHES & PAINS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ ILLNESS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧ BREATHING ISSUES
  — ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ TRAVELING HERBS
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ BROKEN BONES
  — ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ KITTING
  — ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ POISONS
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  ✦ a longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and copper eyes, several scars cover his body from previous fights that he somehow survived
  ✦ gentlestorm is rarely ever a warm individual and friendly to those who he meets, he proceeds with more caution and he's less likely to trust any strangers that come from outside of thunderclan. he tends to be jumpy if suddenly approached or flinches away from swift movement with his claws unsheathed when it occurs, he apologizes for it. his kindness reserved only for those closest to him otherwise anyone else can expect the cold shoulder from the old tom
  ✦ 60 moons old; ages the 27th every month
  ✦ widowed mate of little wolf ; currently interested in no one
  ✦ semi-difficult to befriend/interact with ; quick to strike/attack first if he feels threatened ; peaceful powerplay allowed but proceed with caution
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking

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[beetlepaw]

He feels dozens of eyes pinning to his back, but only one thing stops him pawsteps from being within the nursery. His mother's voice snaps, sharp and irritated, that he dare turn to flee from his words. His eyes turn and narrow at her briefly, before rolling in exasperation. Here, now. Ever the commander, she was- despite the irritated burn in his thoughts, Beetlepaw pads back to his mother and sits. Not without a grumpy huff leaving him, though.

Green eyes find Raccoonstripe and stare at him as the lead warrior attempts to preach his way free of punishment. A glance shifted towards Scarletpaw, jerking a chin towards her mentor like a 'get a load of this guy', but she was quick to look away too. Seriously? Beetlepaw tastes acid again, not so unlike what he felt before Mottledpaw the other day. Green eyes shift back towards towards the situation at paw, and Flamestar is dismissing the lead warrior with a sharp and short tone.

He feels triumphant for but a moment- throwing his great uncle under the proverbial bus was a short-lived glee in his heart, but his mother's warning tone was all it took for that moment to be over. Beetlepaw's vision shifted to her, a short grunt leaving him as he pushed to his paws. They dragged as he followed her, but he did not try to turn and step away.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ┌── KEEP YOUR APOLOGY ⋅❁⋅ GIVE US MORE DETONATION ──┐‎

• "speech"
  // out as he follows roeflame

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• BEETLEPAW he/him, apprentice of thunderclan, nine moons.
  ⭃ LH black smoke with bright green eyes. growing into a very broad and built tom-cat, mirroring his father's build. of average height, with a shit-eating grin more often then not.
  ⭃ being mentored by burnstorm / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ no romantic interests / / BURNSTORM X ROEFLAME - sibling to dovepaw and littlepaw, adoptive sibling to hopepaw and coalpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

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[roaringsun]

〔✦〕The scent of blood is what draws the flame-sepia tom to the commotion at the clearing, eyes narrowed as Raccoonstripe narrates the skirmish at SkyClan's border. Again? He recalls the accusations the lead warrior had thrown at Lionpaw a few days before, egging Scarletpaw to start a skirmish of her own like Lionpaw had stolen ThunderClan's prey. Speaking up had earned him tick duty. And now the black tabby had done it again, this time actually drawing blood from both Clans.

Beetlepaw brings up the fact Raccoonstripe had been the one to start the whole ordeal, and the newly-made warrior finds himself sighing. After Mirestar's accusation at the gathering, can they afford to have another Clan against them? So close to leaf-bare, no less? SkyClan had tried to take territory from them, though. . .but was starting fights the only option they had?

"I don't like this." He says to no one in particular, a mutter to be taken by the wind coursing through camp. The golden-furred tom's gaze follows Raccoonstripe's figure as he enters Gentlestorm's den. "What is he thinking?"

I took a little journey to the unknown ( Ive come back changed, I can feel it in my bones ) //

• ooc.
• ROARINGSUN —— warrior of thunderclan , mentor to none . npc x npc . littermate to npcs ✦ penned by nocthymia
  ✦ male / he/him / 13 moons & ages every 14ᵗʰ
  ✦ single / orientation & poly or mono / open/closed to romance
  ✦ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / underline & tag account when attacking
  —— combat details here / battle notes
  
  ✦ "speech", 'thoughts', all opinions are in character
  ✦ tags — msg on discord (hypmic) for plots — toyhouse
  
• reference image here
  

  a longhaired flame sepia with low white and amber-brown eyes.

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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Flamestar's appearance lights the hope in his belly, but every word she utters extinguishes his belief in his leader. She downplays every point he makes, choosing to put her faith in Orangestar over her faith in Raccoonstripe. He can feel his fangs click together, gnash — is it the pain, the wounds, or is it the idea that he has lost every ounce of respect he'd once held in this Clan? He can feel the accusatory eyes cling to his pelt. He can hear their disapproving murmurs, even as he bows his head to his leader.

Now is not the place to challenge her authority, he knows. Beetlepaw will learn that someday — maybe, if Burnstorm bothers cuffing his unruly child over the ear every once in awhile. He can tell Scarletpaw simmers beneath her tortoiseshell fur, but she is mindful of her place in her Clan, regardless of her blood.

He gives his apprentice a brief blink before she goes to Gentlestorm's den. You would have been proud of her, he thinks, idly, to the mottled-faced warrior he'd trained before. She has the courage in her claws that apprentices like Beetlepaw only has in his tongue.

Regardless, as Gentlestorm approaches and tells him in a dry, raspy voice, "You look like shit," Raccoonstripe meets his gaze and breaks into a grin. "Charming. I could use your magic, I think." There's no love lost between the medicine cat and the lead warrior, but neither is there open hostility; Raccoonstripe follows the bulky pale tom back to his den where he's been ordered to go.

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

• ooc: out :')
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• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech", thoughts, attack
  — 46 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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