Private Border starting somewhere [Thunderflash]

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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The scent of asphalt was faint but unmistakable, curling in on the wind like smoke from an old fire. Not close enough to sting, but close enough that he couldn't chase it away with the smells of the grass and dirt around him.

It was familiar, but not in a good way.

Those first few moons after the clan had settled in their new territory, Ghost had forced himself to walk this border over, and over. Until the smell of concrete and the sound of dogs barking no longer made his hackles rise. The Coalition would never truly leave him, just like the identification scars on his hind leg would never disapear– but his new clan would never see that side of him. He'd bury it just like the marks on his leg, which were nearly imperceptible among the overlay of others that littered his towering frame.

And if any of his old discomfort remained, it didn't show.

Instead, he was a picture of quiet calm, dark eyes alert and calculating as they reached the edge of the treeline and peered out into the grassy stretch the separated their woods from the twoleg gardens.

He didn't say anything at first, just went over the mental checklist they'd been given by the old tomcat who'd sent them out this way. Twoleg nest with the bright red roof- straight ahead. A big mulberry bush- just to the left and past the treeline. Which meant the tree they were looking for– the super obvious one they absolutely couldn't miss because it's bark was white, should be just off to the side…..

Nothing. Just overgrown grass and a very large hazelbush.

When he finally spoke, his voice was low but not exactly quiet. "You seein' it?" he asked, glancing toward Thunderflash, then back again.

He sure wasn't. The general area the elder had described to them all seemed to match up otherwise– save for a single missing birch tree that was meant to be their final marker. A gravestone of sorts, for the item they were on retrieval for.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —
  PROMPT; A respected elder reveals they once buried a treasured kittypet collar near Twolegplace– a gift from a long-gone friend. They want it back before they die. Ghost and Thunder go to retrieve it, only to discover it's now part of a very pregnant raccoon's den, buried in with the rest of it's junkpile hoard of shiny things– and it doesn't seem keen on giving it up. They could try just chasing it off, but it doesn't seem like good sport to chase a soon-to-be-mother from their nest. Surely there's an alternative?
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  So, I figured the tree that they're looking for has been cut down by humans a while back, and now a pregnant raccoon in posted up in the stump using it a nest/hoarding spot for all the shiny stuff it's found? Which includes the collar that was once buried among the roots of the tree? Thunder can discover the stump on the other side of the hazelbush if you want @THUNDERFLASH
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• mentoring Cinderpaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan warrior- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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[THUNDERFLASH]

It feels like old times, almost, despite the way that the heat boils against his skin. Ghoststrike, of course, looks fucking unbothered. He doesn't get it. The dude is huge and with that dark fur... he shakes his head and pushes Ghoststrike's body from his mind, focusing on the task at hand. Baby blue eyes shine forward as they continue to head towards where the elder said the collar was. The acrid scent of the Thunderpath still bothered him to no end, nose scrunching and the back of his paw rubbing at it every now and again. Which, that didn't bother him either. It was irritating in an endearing way. He kind of wanted to kick his leg to see if that didn't bother him, either.

Ghoststrike's voice breaks him from his menagerie, eyes widening and looking up towards the other again. "Wha'?" He questions, then looks towards the house, then the mulberry bush, and... nothing. ".. Aye, there's no tree, but that's th' right house, and th' right bush..." Thunderflash says. He breaks from the larger tom's side, winding himself into the long grass. He grumbled quietly- if he got ticks from this he was going to simply perish. The acrid scent of the Thunderpath was already bothering him, but there was an underlying scent of something else. His tail snapped to attention, a warning signal to Ghoststrike as he dropped into a crouch, silkily gliding over the ground.

Thunderflash's eyes, wild and wide, peered around the mulberry bush and consequential white-barked stump. Well, they were in the right place, but there was another scent there. One that screamed danger to him. As he slowly crept around the right side of the stump, ears forward and body cautious, peering into the dug out barrow of the stump. He blinks once, twice, then crosses the long-grassed area back to Ghoststrike. When he arrives and stands up straight, vision tilting towards Ghoststrike... he's on the edge of breaking out laughing. "There's... a..." He inhales sharply, then exhales slowly. "A very, very, very round raccoon down there." He says, blowing air out of his nose, head tilting down. "She's sittin' on a pile of.. shiny things. The collar.. I think it's there." He says, snickering to himself as he looks away.

_________ I'M LIVING LIKE A LANDMINE ☆ WAITING TO EXPLODE ! ______________

• "speech"
  

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• THUNDERFLASH he/him, thunderclan storm guard, twenty-six moons.
  ☆ a sh/lh chocolate tabby with low white and stunning baby blue eyes. stands of average height with a 'mohawk' and spiky-shaped mane.
  ☆ mentored by n/a / mentoring hopepaw
  ☆ whichever relations / want listed
  ☆ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ☆ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.

 

[GHOSTSTRIKE]

I WONT SMILE, BUT I'LL SHOW YOU MY TEETH

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Haven't lost my mind, yet. he thought to himself darkly as Thunderflash confirmed the tree was nowhere to be seen despite the other markers being correct. That would have been enough for Ghost to call it off and head back– no point pushing their luck in unfriendly territory when there target was nowhere in sight– but as always, Thunderflash liked to push.

Ghoststrike didn't follow as the other tom slipped into the taller grass, heading toward the spot to investigate up close and personal. Rather, the broad-shouldered tabby lept up to crouch atop one of the larger rocks, giving him a better view of the Stormguards position– and anything else that might be moving out there. He could see above most of the grass and underbrush scattered about the relatively open space, allowing him to watch the blindspots his clanmate couldn't.

If something out there so much as breathed in the other Thunderclanners direction, Ghost would sound the alarm and be on it in less than a heartbeat.

But there was nothing out there waiting for them, and all that came trodding back through the grass was chocolate fur and blue eyes. Ghoststrike met them back on even ground, but the report wasn't what he was expecting.

"You're joking."

He said it flatly, no real inflection to betray his level of belief, but beneath it there was a mix of curiosity and dread stirring in his gut.

Not because he was afraid of raccoons. Stars, no. But because he already had a feeling how this was going to go. Knew from the look on Thunderflash's face and their giggling tone that the sight of a pregnant– and likely irritable raccoon– hadn't been enough to convince the other this was an end to their mission.

"You got a plan?" he asked, head tilting to the side slightly. "Or am I supposed to go sweet-talk her?"

As if he had to ask– the crazy bastard probably already had a list of ideas as long as his tail he wanted to try out. Most of which would get them bit, no doubt.

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OOC NOTES . ◭ . CHARACTER INFO

• ooc : —​
• mentoring Rattlepaw
  no living relations
  unwelcomed/uninvited/unexpected physical contact may result in hostility/retaliation
  thunderclan stormguard- male - a sh black smoke tabby with low white and dark amber eyes. has a white mask and 'bone' markings on the knuckles of his paws. known for his towering size and multitude of scars

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