Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
@snowflake.
Just as the tom was going to call for Snowpaw he felt a ball of fur brush against his front legs before feeling something wrap around his neck, he hadn't even heard the booming call of his name, he was so wrapped up in Sparrowpelt showin up a little late (he'd cut the tom slack, guy just had kits and even though he's not a father he sure does know what that's like now.) But his apprentice was still missing. Hopefully the patrol would go on without her...he'd have to take her to the territories himself.
Looking down with a start, he noticed his daughter. Taking a moment to figure out what exactly she was doing. It felt familiar, and he would be lying if he said it didn't feel like he was hugging Asterdance. But Asterdance wasn't here, the fur was wrong and the brat was shorter than they were when they were an apprentice. Thoughtlessly he moved to pat his paw to her back, if she hadn't squirmed away she'd get gentle back pats. "I'm in charge of the Sick camp kid. Can't be here and there at the same time. Ain't how that works." he stated, shifting his weight as she clambered over top of him. Not truly noticing that she was now draped across his back.
"Mantiskit an Mitekit didn't get to be apprentices either...since they're sick." he paused, shotting her a narrow eyed look. "But they didn't get a choice in whether or not they got to become Apprentices...you did. An you botched it by goin to the Gatherin. You an' Cricketkit." he stated plainly.
After a moment he let out a sigh. Once he found Snowpaw...she'd be in for a heap of trouble.
She heard a ruckus…a familiar, squeaky voice. Yuck, a sibling…but what’s got Spiderling so riled up? The new apprentice couldn’t help but investigate. She poked her head out slightly from the apprentices den (one she was still hesitant to get used to) and there she saw him. It was thrilling! She bolted over, crashing her still small (but fluffy) body into her father. Forget Spiderling, papa was home! “YOU’RE BACK!” she squeaked, excitement dancing around her. “Ooooo guess what, Guess what, GUESS WHAT!” she, of course, wouldn’t give him time to guess, as she wanted to share. “I’M YOUR APPRENTICE NOW! AND BUTTERFLY!”
Ooo boy! The scary one sent her on a patrol…fun! This is her second herb patrol so far! “CloverBlaze! C’mon ov’r here!” she called, nearing the entrance and waiting.
Risingstorm had padded back into camp prey in his maw after a solo outing hunting placing the vole and squirrel in the small small prey pile he was about to go out again and get more when he heard his name called for an herb patrol. The hornet limped over hearing the herb that was to be found ‘marigold’ an orange flower, turning to his patrol mate he flicked his tail “ Lets get a move on bee, cant be late he purred at the she cat.
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Re: ThunderClan Undercrag
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Originally Posted by anika
Darkholly ThunderClan Warrior
Lyrebird´s Lullaby
She / Her ; 23 Moons
As Splashdawn approached, Darkholly´s emerald hues flicked over to the younger warrior. She dipped her head in greeting. ´´Hi, Splashdawn. My name is Darkholly. It's nice to meet you,´´ The black-and-brown warrior purred. ´´Shall we get going? Wolfpaw will need that burdock soon, I assume.´´ She blinked, waiting for them to lead the way.
Her gaze darkened after a heartbeat. ´´We're going to Sunkissed Creek. Keep in mind that Sunkissed Creek is where the sick camp is located. We will want to stay as far away as possible to refrain from becoming ill ourselves.´´
Splashdawn They/them (feminine) // Warrior // Thunderclan // 12 moons
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Splashdawn manages to softly smile, relieved to find that this warrior seemed to be a kind one. They always can't help but find themselves in the WORST social situations; usually because they're bumping into people, or tripping over rocks. So much for being a brave warrior.
"Got it. We should be fine," they mew in response, nodding.
The feline walks ahead, ready to lead the way before promptly remembering that leading the way means they'd have to lead the way. Without a word, they swiftly turn around; walking behind Darkholly as they begin to wait for HER to lead instead.
If you were to look back at them, Splashdawn would just sheepishly grin. Okay dude.
| Sprucejumper | 14 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T2] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Inactive | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
Dark paws silently leading the way back towards camp, Sprucejumper's blank stare betrayed no feeling as he approached the calico in charge. Not that he had any particularly strong emotions running through him right now aside of disdain over the fact that he was trapped in this cat filled prison until he was inevitably sent back out again. With how many sick cats there seemed to be in the quarantined zone, it was really only a matter of time. Hopefully next time he wouldn't be leading, too. The outings he didn't mind. Cherished, even. Yes, it was time spent with three cats - well, two in this case - too many, but if he had to choose between a few cats and the whole damn clan... well, the choice was fairly simple to make.
It was really the leading aspect he disliked. Namely the having to talk to anyone part of it. He knew that there had to be cats with some degree of power hunger in them. Craving for the ability to kill their own clanmates on a whim much like Angry was fond of. But really... the thought of having to stand in front of others? And give speeches? And listen to stupid, star worshiping complaints and be expected to care? Well... maybe care was a strong word. Angry certainly didn't. But expected to act like he cared was still one expectation too many. He was much happier being unseen enough that he was expected to provide for the clan - an understandable expectation considering he lived here - but not take further responsibility than that, thank you very much. Maybe the frozen frog the bug butt had brought along with her would make Pokey deem him unfit to lead more patrols though and that would be the end of that. Wouldn't that be something?
Dropping the five mice he had caught at the border at Pokey's paws, he stared blankly at the tom before turning his gaze towards his two companions, if only to ensure they had all come back fine. True. Nothing happened at the border. But with the apprentice not showing up already, he would prefer to at the very least ensure the warriors that did leave with him didn't get into trouble for accidentally lagging. He might not care much overall, but he wasn't a monster. They had done their patrol, no need to have them skinned for a lapse only the apprentice had committed. Content with what he saw, Sprucejumper turned his attention back on Spiderthroat, emerald hues emotionless as he reported.
"Tranquil," he stated, describing the state of the border. With a ShadowClan patrol doing their own rounds and no one getting attacked and no trespassing being seen, there was gratefully precious little else to say here.
@Starfall [Spiderthroat] | @Morrigan [Nightgaze] | @Starphobia [Milkbee]
| Have the patrol pending to be accepted as I was unsure if to add the frog or not? Let me know if you want me to fix it up and I will get on that asap! |
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Lightningstorm is WindClan's current medicine cat.
She has a semi-closed den policy.
Re: ThunderClan Undercrag
