[Blaaze]

▪︎Sproutfleck▪︎
▪︎The Bronze Knight▪︎
Purrks: Beefed Up T1 | The Collector
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Crouch quietly outside the warriors den with his muzzle buried into his meal, Sproutfleck looked up in surprise as Hollowpaw approached him. He hadn't expected that. The evening sun cast an orange gleam on his primary white pelt, warming him before the inevitable cool would settle across the territory. He turned his head to cast a glance over at Laurelfrost, the other cat he had asked, before offering them a brief nod. Rising to his paws and shaking out his pelt, he glanced down at his meal for a moment before looking back up at the tabby with Riveting green hues.

"Well I dont see why not." He mewed. He still had to give Bravepaw their tour later on, didn't he? Right. Well some exercise would do him good after eating that mouse, would help his food settle. "I've got nothing better to do." The prey could be finished when he returned. But for now he grasped it in his jaws and padded over to the shadows cast by the den, nudging the mouse where flies couldn't get too eager with it. A tour wouldn't take too long, with any luck. Turning sharply, he made the quick couple steps back up to Hollow and Flicked his bobtail briefly, signaling he was ready to head out.
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In the secluded warmth of day, Sproutfleck lounged casually in the sunlight, green hues flicking around camp. He'd never been one to have a solid sleep schedule, just slept when the desire arose. But unfortunately he wasn't too tired (fortunately, he'd soon discover) and was simply lying down because nobody needed anything at the moment. Oops, he spoke too soon it seemed, because a few moments later Wolfhive called his name along with Risingstorms and the dappled white and ginger rolled to his paws without bothering to stretch and trotted directly up to the gray feline. Silently, he listened to him speak for a moment, nodding along at his words. He felt relatively fearless about what he spoke of. Injuries? No big deal, he'd be careful.

"Righto, sounds good. A battle patrol sounds like fine motivation to stay safe." There was a wry, lighthearted end to his tone as he finished the sentence. He did adore the adrenaline fighting Gave him however. Made him feel more alive than anything else did, in the least. The Bronze Knight then paused and looked around for Risingstorm with his ears perked.

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