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.
Brutus is the ataris claw of the crown if she is needed mention me
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[ Atari resources | Bone crest throne ] Risingstorm is one of thinderclans hornets if he is needed mention me
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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.
Re: ThunderClan Undercrag
