| Sprucejumper |
Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Active
A wad of moss in maw, Sprucejumper padded into the elders' den, emerald hues sporting an oddly critical look on them. The tom felt like staying in today. An oddity, considering his penchant for leaving the comfort of the camp's walls the moment he woke up, taking to hunting or patrolling from the canopy above. He was always quiet. Always lonesome, but he didn't mind. Of course he didn't mind. He had already come to terms with the fact that the best way to survive was to lead a life without useless bonds tying you down. The Boulder was the exception to this rule, and he would of course die for them... but they had been busy with Chatty the Usurper. Which led to the young tom finding himself with little to do even on the off chance of him taking a day to himself.
And so he found himself here. Ready to fix a den that... had evidently been fixed recently. Well... that was a waste of his time. And here the thought he would put his moss working abilities to use. Maybe he could take the time instead to make little moss toys for the little ones? Well... littler than him. He hadn't seen any cat other than Cattibal do toys for the clan, and he seemed to have been long gone. The young tom had reminded him of his littermates some, especially Brownie. He had thought there might be a small connection there for some time, but just like Brownie, this ThunderClanner had left him as well. Not that he blamed him, necessarily. Not anymore. Everyone left in the end.
A scowl marring the tom's face for a moment, he scoffed, sitting down as he dropped the moss, forming little, soft balls, expert paws slowly molding them into something more. He had given The Boulder one of these little gifts once, and the feline had been ecstatic, just like Sprucejumper himself had felt the day he had received his own moss figures. The ones he still kept. The ones that had stood in for his family in lieu of a real one. They sufficed. At least they never let go when you most needed them. And who knew... if he had understood this reality of life since so young an age... perhaps another did too. Maybe there were some kits who could use with substitute family members so their nests wouldn't feel so cold and empty in the dead of night. He'd leave them up for grabs in the nursery once he was done. Swiftly. The last thing he needed was grabby kitten paws clinging to him while he was trying to leave toys for them, thank you very much.
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dino. [Bumblestar]
| The lad is yet again making toys for the nursery denizens. Have at him. 
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