| Sprucejumper |
14 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T2] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
The former kittypet was a loner on the best of days. Having really only connected with The Boulder in his younger months, now that the feline was sick and the lockdown had been going on for longer than he thought possible, however, he had been forced into proximity with the star worshipers. Lots and lots of proximity. The hateful kind. The
I'm done with this crap kind.
And yet what could he do? Leaving the camp on his own was a surefire way of getting himself killed. Or at the very least being forced into self appointed exile, seeing as how Angry would probably not let him return alive. It made for an awfully dreary experience, one he would have left months ago if not for the fact that he would be unable to say goodbye to the one feline he cared about. Not to mention that he still technically had an apprentice to look after. Mind, an apprentice that had been sick for as long as he'd been appointed to her, but an apprentice nonetheless. He wouldn't be like his own mentor. The one he'd had before the hornet. He would stick around and finish the damn job. Care he might not, but he had principles, thank you very much.
It was in this state of boxed in boredom that he found himself in when Puppy padded towards the clearing, calling attention to all of ThunderClan. With deadpanned eyes he turned his gaze towards the brown furred tom, a brow quirked in mild curiosity. Were more patrols being called out? Pokey liked to send him out a lot on those. And he had in theory told Puppy that he was at his call whenever he needed him, he supposed.
To the tom's surprise, there were no patrols called out. Instead, it seemed the leafy cat wanted to teach them... stuff? Poisons, in particular. Despite himself, Sprucejumper's ears perked up. Flowers of any kind held less than zero interest for him on the daily, making this not something he would normally find himself enthused about learning. Hell, even now he wasn't particularly thrilled, really. But damn it, he was bored! And if it ever came down to it and he had to leave? Make it out on his own? Well... knowing poisons wouldn't be bad, now would it?
With a groan that sounded much more fitting for an elder than a fourteen moon old warrior, the tom lifted himself to his feet, long legs stretching and popping as he walked towards the gathered cats. A quick, disinterested survey of the clearing told him all he needed to know. He didn't recognize anyone here. As such, he remained to the back, emerald orbs half lidded and staring blankly at the herbalist, his tail wrapped around his toes to combat the creeping chill of winter as it approached. There might not be a warm Mudhound to snuggle up to while Puppy barked away his knowledge, but any knowhow that helped improve his chances of survival was worth standing some potential, impromptu, uncalled for socialization, so he'd bear with it for now.
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