ThunderClan Undercrag - Page 106

**nyme** · #**1051** January 28th, 2025, 11:29 AM

HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

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PEACHPAW . 8 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Thyme. That's a new one. And here Peachpaw had been getting so good at poppy-spotting. Or, close to it. Hrm. Whisker twitch as the flamepoint youth inches in after the sound of his name, kicking aside snow for a clear spot to sit in wait. Roundish, long leaves. Skyward stalks. Minty-floral-y. He's having a really hard time visualizing such a plant, but maybe it'll make more sense once he sees it. If he sees it. Or perhaps Violetfreckle or Minkpelt'll have more of an idea. We'll see.

@vellichor ; VIOLETFRECKLE
@FANNIBAL ; MINKPELT

**vellichor** · #**1052** January 28th, 2025, 02:24 PM

•° Violetfreckle °•
Rapid Recovery • Collector • Lucky Duck T3 • Shadow Fiend
Peachpaw. Minkpelt. Willow's Rise. Thyme. Got it.

She was pleased to see that Peachpaw was already there and ready and offered her apprentice a slight nod of her head. Thyme. Willow's Rise. Peachpaw, Minkpelt. Where was Minkpelt? Irritation made the tip of her tail twitch. For her own sake, Minkpelt better show up soon. The longer Vi was going to have to wait, the worse her attitude was going to get. Too much longer and she may just have to claw off a Clanmate's ears.

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***Alchemist Kitsune*** · #**1053** January 28th, 2025, 07:26 PM

The tom had been grooming himself in the clearing when he saw the brown tabby who he assumed was the second herb cat - he honestly wasn't certain, but the younger tom certainly stank as much of herbs as Puppy did - head for the undercrag, and he couldn't help but pay mild attention. Sprucejumper had no interest in who actually was sent on patrol, but considering he was no stranger to being sent out on patrols himself, he supposed it was best to make sure he wasn't called out. He didn't mind patrols for the most part. It made him useful and gave him something to do, and as long as it wasn't a border patrol there tended to be no danger to contend with either. Well... aside of the usual badgers and foxes that lurked in the shadows of the forest, but he would rather not think of those, if it was all the same to everyone involved.

Instantly he was rewarded - eh, that was a bit debatable, but he was feeling magnanimous today, so why not - for his attentiveness as he heard his name among those called, his gaze no longer on the tabby but on The Boulder. The feline looked so... blank when compared to the spirited cat he was used to, the chocolate point couldn't help but walk towards them, his emotionless eyes carefully neutral as he kept his distance. He wasn't sure if his former mentor wanted his presence, and the former housecat had no idea how to break the ice, in any case, so he found himself at an impasse caused by his own qualms with the basic rules of pleasantries. Curse his survival instinct making him far too excellent and not giving a crap about others. It made his trying to actually be supportive far too hard at this point in his life, and for once he couldn't help but hate it.

Dark sepia ears perked as his gaze shifted towards the younger tom once more, having barely made out the name of a warrior called... Sweetswan - never heard of her, which instantly made her his new best friend - and a much more familiar name. Snotzilla's. Interest crossing his gaze only momentarily, the tom twitched his tail, making a point of actually listening to the herb cat as he explained what needed to be gathered. This time it was... goldenrod? It meant nothing to him, but the description did. He was fairly certain he had gathered this once before as a kit... or rather as an apprentice. It was hard to tell sometimes with him.

Sprucejumper snorted. He knew from experience that the green stuff tended to die out in the winter. He'd been young last time, but he remembered having brought back cobwebs in lieu of anything of use having been found. The tom had been an apprentice back then. Failure had been more acceptable. It would have been the patrol lead's fault as much as his. This time, however, he had an apprentice in tow. He'd have to make sure to find something or other. Otherwise he would be failing as a proper example to his apprentice, which would mean he was failing The Boulder by proxy. That was quite plainly unacceptable. He'd find the damn flower if it was the last thing he did. Or... you know... something less dramatic. If he died over a flower that would be rather pathetic indeed.

"Understood," he drawled in his usual boredom dripped tone of voice even as he scanned the gathering cats in the hopes of spotting his apprentice and Sugarbird - oh... that didn't seem right... did he forget that other warriors' name already - among them.

@Rani [Mudhound] | @Beaan [Sweetswan] | @Kix [Sunpaw]
| Only a small Mudhound mention, no need to have The Boulder notice him! |

**FANNIBAL** · #**1054** January 29th, 2025, 04:20 PM

@vellichor @nyme Minkpelt had been zoning out, her brother has been missing for moons. Where was he? Her only family gone. Bumblestar's right, starclan is a painful, lying thing. The she swallowed the lump in her throat, trading it for glossy, glazed over eyes. Her name. She wasn't in the mood for it but her clan duties called. She shook her head and padded up to her patrolmates.

**nyme** · #**1055** January 29th, 2025, 05:08 PM

HE'S GOT A TEMPERATURE OF NEGATIVE DEGREES AGAIN

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PEACHPAW . 8 MOONS . HE/HIM . THUNDERCLAN

Peachpaw offers Violetfreckle a little nod in return, though he doesn't quite bother with eye contact. Word is she's been in a pretty rough way and it's been taken out on other cats here and there...but then, that's been a common mood, lately. Thunderclan's triumph over the plague hasn't really felt like a triumph. Some of the gossip seems a mite unfair to him, but it doesn't change the fact that he's anxious to get through this quickly and just be done with it. He doesn't feel he's in any position to check in on her—someone older and closer to her'd have to do that—and he doesn't want to be given any reason to start agreeing wholeheartedly with what he's heard.

He lets go of a breath he'd been holding unconsciously as Minkpelt finally comes over. Cool.

"Willow's Rise. Looking for thyme." He reiterates for the warrior since she's coming over with this lost look on her face. Probably just one more cat Experiencing Something that he will not be asking about. Peachpaw rises to his feet, gives each one a little shake to flick the ice out from his toepads, and starts heading out.

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**Kix** · #**1056** Yesterday, 12:04 PM

Sunpaw
Everything comes with conditions
+ she/her + The collector [active]

Her first patrol after returning to camp was exciting, something that she missed a lot. Wallowing back at the other camp while being so ill had left her kind of bored if that plague wasn't wailing on her. What makes it even better is that she was being sent on said patrol with her mentor, the other one she only knew as a regular warrior she barely knew. Oh well, maybe this would be a great time to know said cat a bit more than just a normal clanmate, time could only tell. "Here and ready!"

@Alchemist Kitsune @Beaan

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