rebel raccoon battles

by @manuel78 on Manuel View my bio on Blurt.media: rebel raccoon battles for the safty of his people - The Bandit Knight of Whisper Woods The moon hung fat and silver over Whisper Woods, painting the ferns in liquid light and turning the creek into a ribbon of mercury. In the hollow of the great, gnarled Sentinel Oak, the raccoon village of Tuckborough slept. All but one. Rumble, named for the low, thoughtful sound he made when problem-solving, sat on his favorite branch, washing a late-night blackberry. He was the lookout, a duty he took with solemn pride. Peace was a delicate thing. The silence broke with a guttural sound. The peaceful night was shattered on the ground. It wasn’t a fox’s bark or an owl’s hoot. It was a deep, grinding crunch of splintering wood, followed by a low, rumbling snort that vibrated up through the roots of the trees. Rumble froze, his dexterous paws still clu…