| Sprucejumper |
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Despite the newfound freedom Sprucejumper had obtained alongside his warrior name - a name he now accepted as his own, knowing how proud it made The Boulder when Angry had granted it - the eight moon old mostly kept to himself. He'd found no reason to change his way of being outside of the odd expedition outside the camp's walls on his lonesome, failing to see the need to indulge in the company of others. He knew his former mentor would rather appreciate it if he made friends, but truth be told, outside of them, he couldn't really say he'd made any bonds in this place ever since his first arrival, and the former kittypet just couldn't see that changing any time soon. They were too different, the clanborn warriors and him. They lived in the same place, yes, but their goals and views on life were different, with them wanting to be granted a place in the stars when they died and him just wanting to avoid the whole death thing altogether for as long as felinely possible.
It was for this reason that he was surprised in earnest when he heard an unfamiliar voice call out to him for patrols. It took a moment for him to identify the tom as Pokey, that one quiet cat he didn't really know all that well. Good cat, really. At least, until now. Because... excuse?! Why was he being put in charge of a patrol with two apprentices and a warrior?! Couldn't the other warrior be put in charge? Being head of the patrol sounded like an awful lot of talking, and the chocolate point was not a fan of that idea in the slightest, thank you very much.
Any complaint the young warrior had died before it could even begin to be articulated, his deadpanned expression remaining as unemotive as ever while he walked up towards the calico. Protesting his situation would only lead to even more socializing, and would probably end in nothing more than him having to lead the patrol anyways. It was a waste of words and energy that seemed like even more of a hassle than simply putting up with it, and so with shoulders squared, Sprucejumper nodded, seeing nothing to object with concerning the tom's instructions as a whole. You know. If one ignored that one little caveat of
I don't want to lead three cats damn it. That's three cats too many! But details... Who had time for those anyways?
"Acknowledged," he responded, letting the spotted higher up know that he understood the instructions before turning emeralds hues on the cats of the clearing, hoping the cats in his patrol got to him sooner rather than later so he could get this whole ordeal over and done with.
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