Puffinhop flailed soft white freckled paws when he was called. Who needed him? Hopefully nobody, he prayed he was needed, oh god what if he had a job--- The panic stopped briefly when he saw the worm flung at him. Its little pink body laid across his once black snout. He blinked, blue eyes staring down at it as he pulled a bit of a cross eyed face. To say he was taken back was an understatement. He carefully set it down, covering it with a small amount of dirt.
"There you go little one," Puffinhop patted the dirt down, whispering to the tiny thing.
He quirked himself back up, looking around until he caught sight of Robinpaw, the worm thrower. Why was this clan obsessed with bugs? There was nothing wrong with them, of course... but that wasn't the point.
"U-uh, you called m-me?" He muttered, lips pulling into a frown. Hopefully Robin wasn't hiding even more wiggly worms.
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