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Originally Posted by kailie

Raventalon - ShadowClan Warrior
19 Moons ; She/Her

Raventalon had just missed a catch, her ears flicking irritably. “Mouse dung!” The warrior spat, her amber eyes narrowing down to slits and burning with anger. The black-furred ShadowClanner took a deep breath and rolled her shoulders, forcing her fur flat.

Raventalon tried to pick up the scent of more prey, but she doubted she could. That sparrow’s alarm call likely just scared all the prey between here and Herondive Hollow away.

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ROOKFIRE
[ he/him | shadowclan enforcer | purrks ]
⤷ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ mid 20s | large & lean ˗ ★
~ the “devil” ~

✧˖ °. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁‧₊˚ ☾. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁˖°✧

rookfire had spent the early morning wandering the territory as he had, many moons ago. it wasn’t the same anymore. sure he theoretically had the same privileges as he had had as a medicine cat but whatever his former ‘mentor’ had been on to demote him had ruined the habit of early mornings and late night walks.
watching the sun rise or set, birds chirping all around was more of a reminder of his sleepy arrangement than anything. avoiding the tight, claustrophobic warriors den but trading warmth and comfort for solidarity and a sight of the stars. he had long since stopped speaking to the stars, backstabbed, betrayed and tossed to the side like dirt too often. blazingstar was all he had left.

when he had left, rookfire had hoped for silence and some time away from the hustle and bustle of camp. still, as a sparrows call carried through the forest like a gust of wind, birds quieting as if listening, curiosity nipped at his ego.
the enforcer sunk into a crouch, using this opportunity to practice his ambush and stealth (perhaps he could impress hawkbite with insane improvement one day) as he moved closer to the source of the sound. through the undergrowth, it was easy to make out a cat, accompanied by shadowclans signature scent.
rook stopped moving, lingering within the shade and watching for the warriors next move.