Piedwren riverclan warrior
With a groan, the tom flopped down on his belly. "Oh, come on," he complained, rolling his eyes once more. "We get it; you're the perfect warrior. You got morals and drive and yada-yada-- whatever. Don't you ever do anything fun? You can't tell me you've never taken a single day to just relax. Don't you think we deserve a break?" He didn't seem to care much for responsibilities; while he was loyal to his Clan, he had always done just the bare minimum to earn his keep. He didn't expect some-cat as uptight and self-righteous as Blackthorn to appreciate downtime, but he needed to try. The last thing he wanted to do was sit here all day, scooping fish from the water, staring at his own blank expression on its surface.
Even less exciting than sitting here, however, was the idea of Blackthorn following through on her threat. If she came along, he would be able to get away with skipping the trip; it's not like she'd admit to something as scandalous as taking a break. "Come on, Blackthorn," he urged, "I promise you literally anything else we could do will be more fulfilling than any amount of hunting could possibly be."
Piedwren
riverclan warrior
With a roll of his eyes, the two-toned tom decided to ignore Blackthorn's threats. He'd responded enough to her jabs, and it was getting exhausting to go back and forth like this. He wasn't worried. He had nothing to worry about. Piedwren instead focused on the only conversation they'd had thus far that had any worth to it-- the antlers. His green eyes glowed brightly as she seemed to be caught off guard by his suggestion; he could see how curious she was, and it got him excited to get moving. "Antlers," he repeated, flashing a grin.
"Does there have to be a use for them?" he countered, rolling his shoulders in an easy shrug. "They're cool to look at; isn't that plenty?" he reasoned, pushing himself to his paws. "Come on, I'll show you where I found some last leafbare. It's just down the stream a bit; it'll take us only a few minutes to get there." He tossed his head to gesture down the stream, before he turned and began padding the way he'd indicated.