| Sprucejumper |
12 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Active | Agatha Kitty - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around -Active
Long limbs assuredly padded through the heavily vegetated ThunderClan territory as the patrol made its way to Willow's Rise, deadpanned eyes occasionally turning to the sky. They were here to hunt, not be hunted, and he would rather keep his fur and not be prey, if that was all the same to everyone. Despite the tom's general dislike for talking being a point of contention for some felines, it seemed the cats in this patrol shared his preference of speaking only when absolutely required, which he appreciated wholeheartedly. While Sprucejumper had learned to be alright with chattier cats thanks to his constant exposure to The Boulder, most chatty cats expected similar amounts of words thrown back at them, and he could simply not be bothered with such nonsense. A quieter group was more than welcomed as a pleasant reprieve from the usual chaos of clan life.
Ears perked up as the young warrior twitched his whiskers, the scent of prey began wafting toward him, coaxing him to taste the air for a better sense of what surrounded them. Eyes now focused on the hunt turned upwards once more, studying the tree they had come to hunt by when he took a step that was far deeper than he expected forcing his jaw against the ground below him. Okay... Ouch. That hurt. Note to self, maybe keep your eyes to the ground next time.
A snort of frustration escaping him, he took another step, expecting for the foot to slide right out as easily as it had gone in... only to find his face meeting the ground once more. Muzzle planted firmly on the soil, eyes closed to avoid any debris from getting in, Sprucejumper's tail lashed out with anger. Oh. Good. His foot was stuck. Woohoo... Amazing. Good show. Now if it could. Only... Get. OUT!
It must have been quite the spectacle. To see the Birman mix struggling silently to remove his paw from its current predicament, eyes still settled in that deadpanned, bored expression while he mentally panicked. Because... what good was a warrior that couldn't even get its paw out? Would Angry hear about this? Would he get turned into an empty cat pelt like that one Monster had taken to the Gathering? Look, just because he had never seen it again, it didn't mean it didn't happen. Monster must have learned it from someone, right?! A puff of air escaping him once more, Sprucejumper turned his attention towards his patrolmates, his blank gaze carefully monitored in an attempt to not appear more weak than he was already appearing. The help he was about to ask for was already damaging enough as it was.
"Succour?"
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