Spiderthroat
He/Him || ThunderClan Deputy
Beefed Up Tier III || Just a Scratch || Hulk SMASH
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The calico swiveled his head once the leader approached. Hah. So it was her.
Though that was the only sense of triumph the tom felt in that moment, and it was quick, fleeting. Turning so he was fully facing the molly, as he looked down to make sure direct eye contact was made.
For a second, his gaze flickered towards Mudhound. He knew what they were feeling was something akin to awful. He didn't know what, and he couldn't empathize. He could only guess, assume. But he knew it wasn't good.
"We're hunting at Sunkissed Creek." he said simply. His tone didn't waver, nor did his gentleness. To the point, and matter of fact. Only a hint of gentle tucked beneath the folds.
Spiderthroat's gaze didn't waver. Something that was somewhat uncommon for the tom, seeing as how eye contact wasn't a strong suit of his. Though his voice was strong, his gaze held another story. It wasn't him ordering anyone around this time, it wasn't him acting as a deputy.
This was him attempting to help as a friend.
The normally stern and gruff tom's gaze was soft. A loud, yet voiceless, statement of 'you can give them an out. Let them stay, or you can come too.'
He wasn't the best with emotions, much less understanding them from others. But, he had experience. He knew this wasn't the same for everyone, he knew everyone experienced life in different ways. But. He felt a need to help. This is how he learned to live with the grief. This is how he learned how to exist without his Starlight. Maybe it would help those he considered close.
"Both med cats are comin too. I know it's weird but Wolfhawk ain't got huntin experience an Hollowpaw needs some more trainin in general I'm thinkin." he hummed.
He didn't answer Mudhound. He knew they weren't there. It...made him second guess. Maybe his plan wouldn't help after all. Maybe he was just making things worse more than making it better.
Something hot and suffocating jolted through her chest at the mention of Sunkissed Creek, and Bumblestar was scarcely able to keep her ears from flattening. He wanted to take them there? Half a dozen other locations in the territory and that was what he had settled on? He'd spent the three moons there himself; had he forgotten everything that happened there? Even Bumblestar hadn't returned since that day.
She shot Mudhound a glance over her shoulder as her expression hardened, and then stepped closer to Spiderthroat, trying to nudge him off to the side so she could speak somewhat more privately. "I know you think you're helpin'," she rasped. "But forcin' 'em to go back there before they're ready isn't th'way to do that. It might make things worse." It would make things worse for her, having to relive those memories. Running through the makeshift camp's entrance, calling for her son so she could help Brackenclaw and Raggedear distribute the cure... only to have everything come crumbling down in a matter of mere seconds. Nothing had been the same since.
She looked down, kneading her claws against the ground. "If they say they wanna go... I'll go, too. But 'm out if they're out for sure."
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| Sprucejumper | 16 Moons - ThunderClan Warrior
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The young warrior was not the patrol lead - and thank the heavens for that - but truthfully... he had lost sight of Sugarbird. He wasn't worried about the she-cat. She was a grown warrior, and had technically been in charge of him and his apprentice. As far as he was concerned, losing track of her was fine as long as he was on time. It wasn't the first time he returned alone from a patrol. In fact, this one was a veritable success by his standards. There was two out of three, seeing as how the paw had stuck around and gathered tons. None of the flowers, but she had more than made up for it and earned a snort of approval from the tom. Hopefully, the older she-cat had simply gotten distracted by a veritable amount of herbs she'd found and was already back with a mouth full of flowers that didn't let her speak much. His own maw full, he was more than happy to use that as an excuse for his own silence and would not fault any cat using the same to spare themselves the horrors of idle chitchat in the slightest.
Twitching his tail to guide Snotzilla along, the tom found Herb in what he assumed was waiting for the plant patrols to come back. Hopefully he wouldn't be in a foul mood and others had found more than him of the originally designated flowers, because his singular, not quite frost damaged goldenrod was probably not going to be lighting up a smile on anybody's face. And yet knowing it would be worse to come back late with the same amount or not come back at all, he dropped his findings before the leaf cat, making sure the sticks did not fall on top of his singular flower, depositing that one over one of the wooden limbs with the utmost care instead. He'd no idea what it was used for, but he assumed it was to keep cats healthy. After the last illness scare, he would rather make sure the little he found was of use until it left his paws and was properly delivered. He wasn't sure Sunpaw would be bouncing back to that cheery disposition with more loss, and much as he would deny it, he would do his best to ensure that did not happen as long as she was under his watch.
"Frozen," he admitted as he looked ruefully at the one good flower he'd been able to find, ears flattened against his skull as he allowed himself to display a modicum of the disappointment he felt.
It wasn't like him to perform so pitifully in a patrol. Yes, he had brought sticks along the flower to make up for the lack of findings, but he had always made a point of excelling. It had started as a way to ensure he was seen as useful and perhaps not killed on the spot at his first mistake. Later on it had morphed into a need to ensure he was The Boulder's number one apprentice. If he did his best, then it would be clear to all The Boulder was the best mentor, therefore the best warrior. Now... well, he'd wanted to perform well before Snotzilla. Have a well handled patrol as their first one sent together. Instead he had a flower and sticks to hand in. What a pitiful display it must be.
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The apprentice came hopping after Sprucey, carrying her catch in her maw, doing her best to keep up. She had noticed the lack of the third warrior that was assigned with them, hopefully they were okay. Sunpaw didn't worry too much about them since they were a big adult, they'd survive whatever happened. "Yeah! We found some but it was all like, crispy looking and limp!" she sat the sticks and cobwebs she had gathered to show her paw flopping over. She wondered if she should of nabbed one to show case it to Hollowpaw as visible proof.
Silverleopard simply nodded at Spiderthroat, silently backing Ravenfire's statement. She shifted on her paws, wanting to be as far away from the ThunderClan Deputy as possible.
Carrioncaller
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75 moons || he/him || ThunderClan Warrior || Just a Scratch bulky, thick furred mink point w/ feathered tail; blue eyes
"Hollowpaw," Carrioncaller announces, returning to camp with the rest of the patrol (probably), herbs in hand. "Couldn't find much, but this is what we got." He places his finds on the ground while he waits.
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The apprentice followed along, juggling the ball of moss between their two sticks. Hivepaw glanced over at the other warriors before quickly dropping their things in the pile. "I couldn't find any..." The striped apprentice blanked on the name of the herb. "Any flowers." they finished, shuffling their paws.
Approaching the undercrag Fernwhisper, spotting Spiderthroat, bee-lined towards the deputy. Dropping the fish that she had held all this time Fernwhisper said. ''The patrol at smallpines is finished. It's borders marked.'' Pausing for a moment Fernwhisper continued. ''We got this fish when it... fell on top of Hornetpaw. A bird must have dropped it.''
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