To claim that Lavenderstar was loved would have been the understatement of the century. Despite how unpopular she was amongst other Clans for defending the actions of her Clan in a gathering, SkyClan loved her unconditionally, adored her for everything she did and everything she put into looking after SkyClan. There was no way she would be forgotten, not in Juniperthorn's lifetime, even whilst she lived amongst the stars. It had never occurred to him that he could become deputy one day- he'd never pained himself a candidate, yet she'd advocated for either he, Moth or Kestrel to become SkyClan's next deputy. It had been a terribly strange thing to witness, and even now he did not think himself to be in the same leagues as those two.
Perhaps if he ever became leader he would get to see her again.
Hearing the call for a hunting patrol, Juniperthorn sighed, rolling his eyes of grey green when no-one was watching. He hated hunting yet there was nothing else to do. Stars above, why did it always have to be hunting?
Still, doing something he despised with his entire being could... help, possibly. To drag his mind away from all the sorrow hanging around camp like a disease, he might as well do something. "I'll come too. I have nothing better to do." he said in a low tone, monotonous and thick with masked emotions, the likes of which were likely rather difficult to figure out.