private this is my game || Raccoonstripe

[Flamestar]

〔✦〕When the black tabby padded into her den, she was waiting patiently for him. She had hoped that by allowing him time to visit Gentlestorm's den, it would have given him a chance to cool off a little, like it had to her. It was moments like this that she wished Howlingstar were here. She knew how to handle everything. Moons of wisdom and experience had sharpened her to know how to handle just about any circumstance. Just in a few weeks of her own leadership, she had managed to make enemies with Shadowclan over nothing, had an isolated, unsuccessful attempt on having territory stolen, discovered that Thundergleam's father was Trufflepelt, and potentially just made enemies with Skyclan over her lead warrior's actions. There was little room for more that could possibly go wrong, and she needed to be able to depend on her council to help her lead the clan through these hardships...that was why they were with her after all. They were supposed to be a united front, and one would have to be blind to not notice Raccoonstripe's tenseness since Roeflame's promotion.

"Raccoonstripe.." the leader began, motioning with her tail for him to join her closer into the middle of the den. Despite the lack of snow on the ground, there was a chill in the air that the pair of warriors knew all too well. Leaf-fall had begun, and soon Leafbare would take its place. Now was not the time for unnecessary arguments and skirmishes. "What's going on?" He was her friend, and she did not like seeing his name be tarnished like it was now.

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

• ooc.
  @RACCOONSTRIPE
  
• 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
  
• 
  
  

  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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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

He is patched-up, poulticed, but even the sting of the herbs creeping into his wounds do not prevent him from stalking pantherlike into his leader's den. Raccoonstripe's jaw is clenched against the anger that still twists, tornadic, under his pelt; he cannot force it to relax, not like he usually could in the face of hardship. The only cat to side with him had been his mate. What sort of injustice was that? The rest of his Clanmates were content to let SkyClan sneak over their borders, to let them sully ThunderClan's good name?

He is more convinced than he'd ever been that ThunderClan has weakened from years of passive peace. His mother had worked hard to maintain the status quo, had believed it her StarClan-given duty, but Raccoonstripe looks at the warriors and apprentices who crowd him and sees only cats who fear to meet their enemies in battle.

He thinks as Flamestar does: Leafbare approaches. ShadowClan had begun to stir, their filthy accusations about murder near the Thunderpath lighting their warriors' blood aflame. ThunderClan makes too easy of a scapegoat as it is — usurped by one of their youngest warriors, shedding the blood of their kin while other Clans grew fat from the remnants of warm leaf-fall prey.

When he meets Flamestar's gaze in the darkness, she will find his like a black storm. She invites him to sit, and he does not, though standing pains him more. "What's going on?" Her voice is almost gentle, for her — but he is not fooled. She means to tear into him the same way she had in front of their Clanmates.

The tabby meets her eyes. "You don't trust me anymore, do you? You told me you did." After she'd returned from the Moonstone, with stars in her ginger pelt and the strength and wisdom of Starclan in her eyes, she had forgiven him — but the way she'd humiliated him in front of all of ThunderClan speaks little about that respect she supposedly has for him.

His tail lashes. "The other Clans think us weak. ShadowClan finds it so easy to place this accusation at our border, and SkyClan gets away with insulting us, with creeping into our territory, with excluding us from affairs with RiverClan." His eyes narrow. "Silversmoke is only one cat, but he was a lead warrior until recently, and he is still a respected senior warrior in his Clan. He does not speak just for himself. SkyClan has accused us of codebreaking and murder."

And it burns him to know she is trying to get at something deeper. The root. The damned root is so twisted and malformed, he isn't interested in digging it out, but for her benefit, he does. "You and Roeflame. What is your plan, then, for all of this? Or am I not privy to that information any longer?" The anger dulls in his eyes, but his mouth is taut enough to snap if he moves it too much.

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

• ooc: —
• 
• 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]

〔✦〕As she meets his gaze, it is hard to ignore the thunder storm that is erupting within those deep brown eyes. He refuses her invitation to sit, but she does not comment on the action. You don't trust me anymore, do you? You told me you did. His words sting, but she slowly shakes her head as she begins to respond. "Raccoonstripe...you furball. If I didn't trust you, you would not sit on my council." She had known him since she had joined the clan. He had grown to become a cat that she trusted with her life, a friend that she admired. To hear him accuse her of not trusting him hurt, more so than she had thought. Not approving of actions was different than not trusting him.

His tail lashed, and he pushed on, reiterating the issues that already made her fear going grey. A soft sigh fell from her muzzle, and she closed her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them, she met his gaze and lowered her voice. "I am trying to keep the peace...because of something Howlingstar told me before she passed." She had promised Howlingstar many things, many things she was trying to keep. The safety of her clan and kin being the top priority...but it was growing harder with each passing day. The omen Berryheart had received, had he known that this was all going to happen when he had received it? It was hard to believe that the journey had happened this time many seasons ago. So much had changed since then, back when he had the vision. "She and Berryheart truly believed Thunderclan is meant to ensure none of the clans fall. This is why I have been lenient." She paused, her tail flicking as she remembered Mirestar at the gathering. "But I won't tolerate it much longer. I won't let Thunderclan fall."

Everything he had said was true, she knew that, she had just wished it hadn't ended up in a skirmish. He knew exactly how she felt about skirmishes...the only skirmish she had fought in had ended in the death of Morningpaw. He asks what their plan is, and adds on a comment about him not being allowed such information. "I am going to speak with Orangestar about Skyclan's matters. I was not able to speak with her about her patrol's trespassing at the gathering, as she had kitted so she was not in attendance. As for Shadowclan, they can accuse all they wish until their tongues turn blue. But Thunderclan's paws are clean, you know this as well as I know. But if they choose to raise their claws, we will dirty our paws. "

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 / 38 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
  
• 
  
  

  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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[RACCOONSTRIPE]

Flamestar regards him wearily, her tone brisk even as she scolds him. "If I didn't trust you, you would not sit on my council." The tabby stops pacing, throwing her a look filled with frustration he cannot voice. So why her? He wants to verbalize his anger, he wants to put her on the spot, make her answer for the choice she'd made, but he finds he cannot. Flamestar seems unreachable to him now, a star his claws cannot tear from the night skies.

Despite his ire, she remains calm. "I am trying to keep the peace because of something Howlingstar told me before she passed." Upon hearing his mother's name, Raccoonstripe lifts his eyes to meet Flamestar's green gaze; some of his anger falls by the wayside. She mentions Berryheart, too — the two of them had received a prophecy of some sort, had held a belief that ThunderClan had been entrusted by StarClan to ensure all five Clans succeeded.

Raccoonstripe's brow furrows. "Nonsense. Since when does StarClan want ThunderClan to tend to the other Clans like a nursery queen with her kits? It is our job to ensure ThunderClan thrives." His ears flick, uneasy now at being faced with his mother's memory, his brother's prophetic dream. He would not doubt their wisdom — stars, he could not. He shakes his pelt out, as though he's dislodging insects. "I can't speak for StarClan. I'm no medicine cat. But I can tell you what I'm seeing on the frontline, and that's aggression. Disrespect. Distrust. The other Clans know what we went through, and if we roll over and show them our bellies, we —" He clicks his teeth together. "They will not hesitate to take what is ours."

Flamestar tells him about her plan to talk to Orangestar, and he allows the fur on his shoulders to lie flat. Talking is not what he would have done, in her pawsteps, but it's an action step, at least. It's a start. She says if ShadowClan raises their claws, ThunderClan will follow suit, and Raccoonstripe frowns. "Fine. But what about SkyClan? What if your talk with Orangestar goes poorly — will you listen to me then?"

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

• ooc: —
• 
• Raccoon . Raccoonstripe, he/him w/ masculine terms.
  — "speech”, thoughts, attack
  — 46 moons old, ages realistically on the 5th.
  — mentored by n/a ; mentoring Scarletpaw ; 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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