| Sprucejumper |
Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Inactive
The eight moon old warrior shook his smooth, silky pelt as he finished his grooming session, the red feather he had donned for his warrior ceremony tucked away safely with his moss figures in his new nest. The tom was far too fond of the precious gift his former mentor had bestowed upon him to simply wear it on the daily. What if he lost it? Then The Boulder would no doubt be sad that he had misplaced the present and he would be left without it as well. No, best to keep it safe and secure like the treasure it was. It made grooming easier as well, truth be told. His attempts at finding a way to secure the feather for rigorous, daily use had been fruitless and made his morning preparations last far longer than they had any business lasting to begin with.
Before the tom could begin to wonder what he should do with his recently found freedom today, he heard a familiar, horrible voice calling out his name, coaxing him to turn his attention to
her. The herb devil. It had been some time since Sprucejumper had crossed paths with the fiendish feline, but he would never forget her clever attempts at ending his life! He had assumed she had forgotten him by now. Perhaps even turned her attentions elsewhere. But no! She called to him again! Could she perhaps be trying to get him once more, now that he was a warrior?
Emerald orbs narrowed with suspicion, but the Havana Brown mix found himself more inclined to join in on this patrol than those he had been sent on before. He knew their clan given name well now, having heard it a few times. Mudhound. The Boulder was a much more elegant, worthy name, as far as the former kittypet was concerned. Spoke of their prowess. But it was good to know who the star worshipers - ... no... wait... his clan... - were referring to when they called to them.
Mildly remembering the second name from his earliest apprentice days, Sprucejumper nodded. A silent greeting towards the apprentice as he approached, followed by an affectionate headbutt for the giant. In all his time as an apprentice, he could not remember a single instance in which the two of them had been sent out together on a patrol, the chocolate point usually left to stew with mild jealousy as he watched the hornet head off with other paws. It seemed fitting, then, that to celebrate his new status within ThunderClan, he would be placed in a patrol with them. It was almost enough to make the tom smile. Almost. His deadpanned expression was for certain lighter than on most days.
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