» raccoonwatcher ⋅ amab ⋅ 44 moons ⋅ cobwebwhisper & crowfern's older brother ⋅ confident, imaginative (+) confusing to others, can be prickly (-) loner, weirdo (=) — Form: ⋅ lisianthius ⋅ I’m Prairie! I don’t post often but I can be online most days ⋅ Raccoonwatcher ⋅ First ⋅ Well he needs more friends I guess ⋅ Raccoonwatcher had always had a good imagination. As a kit, he would always prefer staying in the nursery and daydreaming instead of playing with the other kits. They thought he was strange, but he didn’t really care that much. Now as an adult, Raccoonwatcher still keeps the habit of retreating into his mind, making him seem weird to others and limiting his friend pool… but that’s just how he likes it. ⋅ Straight, he/him ⋅ About every other day, 5/10 ⋅ As far as I’m aware, I have read through the lore and events ⋅ His siblings obviously ⋅ Raccoonwatcher has become even more reclusive after Cobwebwhisper’s death, rarely talking, but finds comfort in his remaining sister. Inside, he is resentful of the dogs that killed his brother, but feels helpless to do anything about it. ⋅ Gladioluses symbolize strength and overcoming challenge. ⋅ As long as possible… Crowfern cannot lose both of her brothers ⋅ (orp) Raccoonwhisper was wandering the forest, lost in thought. Eyes closed, he navigated the trees with touch and hearing. His ears flicked back and forth, taking in the sounds of crunching leaves underfoot, and distantly, flowing water from the lake. He stepped over a root, nearly tripping, and decided to open his eyes again. He looked around, wondering if anyone had seen him almost fall. »────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ─────« Edit: event reaction! It was the middle of the night, and Raccoonwhisper could not fall asleep. He tossed and turned in his nest, the soft moss unable to protect him from the chill that was sweeping through his entire body. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to ignore the sense of foreboding that was filling his mind for apparently no reason at all. It didn’t work. When the first rays of dawn shone through the roof of the warrior’s den, Raccoonwatcher reluctantly pulled himself to his feet, accepting that he wouldn’t be getting any rest. He decided to go for a walk in the forest to clear his mind, and as he wandered, the familiar sights and sounds of the forest soothed his nerves somewhat. A cold wind blew through the trees, ruffling his fur, bringing with it the crisp smell of lake water and iron. Wait, iron? “Raccoonwatcher!” A shout rang out in the distance. Marshstar? What was he doing here? Was he injured? But Raccoonwatcher's heart dropped when he caught sight of the leader, and the body on their back. “Raccoonwatcher— I'm so sorry.” His baby brother’s body on Marshstar’s back, dappled grey fur streaked through with red. - hope I wrote Marshstar in character lol
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