| Sprucejumper |
16 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
Kitty Softpaws [T2] - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Active | Not Skiddin' Around - Active
At his apprentice's observation, the tom snorted in agreement, a nod accenting his wordless response. Herb's mention of cobwebs and sticks was looking more and more appealing by the second, but Sprucejumper wasn't sold on letting go of his original task. If Herb wanted goldenrod, he would get goldenrod, damn it. Still... it would be wise to keep in mind those sticks that seemed to be half covered with snow. They looked sturdy. Useful. He was certain a couple of them wouldn't be the worst thing to bring back if Herb had mentioned them.
Moving through the snow, a small mound with a bit of protruding green caught his eye and with dark ears perked up, he took to digging through the white powder as he ignored his toes' complaints. He was meticulous with his digging. The last thing he needed was to rip apart the plants underneath if he had found what he was sent to seek. The more he dug, the further convinced he had found the goldenrod as well, the mound of snow having been misleading as it appeared to be a full, long stem filled with the golden flowers - by now mostly frost damaged with some exceptions - that had fallen over by either wind or the weight of the snow. The chocolate point had no idea which it had been, and frankly he cared little for the answer, taking comfort in the mere fact that he had found some at all.
"Hereabouts," he called out as he continued his dig, exposing more and more of the fallen, long stalk.
Gingerly, after careful study, Sprucejumper gathered one of the better looking flowers, feeling it might still have some use for the herb cats. Trusting the others to look through his find or perhaps even find some herbs of their own, he went back to the spot nearby where he had found the two sturdy sticks, using his forelegs to grab and move them before adding them uncomfortably to his mouth. Unwilling to risk carrying any more of the goldenrod for fear it would be smooshed between the wood, he turned his attention to Snotzilla and Sugarbird, hoping they had found a good number of herbs to bring back themselves so they could head back soon. His delicate toe beans were not meant for such weather, if it was all the same to the rest of the clan. This is why he would take tree climbing to half frozen ponds any day, no matter the weather.
[ +1 Goldenrod | +2 Sticks ]
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Kix [Sunpaw]
| We've got an extension until January 10th, but figured I would have Sprucejumper at least gather his things so he's all ready for whenever the patrol is ready to move on. 
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