[Neptune.]

Carrioncaller
~<>~
75 moons || he/him || ThunderClan Warrior || Just a Scratch
bulky, thick furred mink point w/ feathered tail; blue eyes

"No indeed," Carrioncaller rumbles his agreement as he joins up with the patrol. Mothflame and Hivepaw. He has had... minimal interaction with both, but socialization was hardly a specialty of his to begin with, so the old tom simply blinks at both of them before nodding his head in the direction of camp's entrance.

"Shall we?" Goldenrod was not an herb he knew well - there were very few of those - so the option to just come back with cobwebs, moss or sticks was looking more and more enticing. Ah, well, the medicine apprentice would have to make do if they couldn't find what he was wanting.

[ @Star || @nyx ]