Cometchaser Windclan Warrior The massive Black Maine Coon padded through the moors, his dark green gaze looking around for his apprentice Desertpaw. The little molly usually liked spending time by herself before dinner. Cometchaser had two apprentices who were very different in personality. Dustpaw was confident, and always remained eager to learn something new.. Desertpaw was an introvert, remaining very quiet and shy. The little molly didn’t have much confidence in herself. He wasn’t quite sure why Desertstar assigned Desertpaw and Dustpaw to him, but he was guessing that she saw so much potential in him to teach her children how to become fine warriors with good morals.
Finally spotting Desertpaw sitting on top of a rock, Cometchaser made his way towards her. It wasn’t until the black tom soon stood beside the rock and sat down, wrapping his tail neatly around his paws. It seemed like the little molly was lost in thought before looking at the starry sky in front of them “You know, when I was young.. I dragged my sisters out of the city almost every night to watch the stars.. I swore sometimes they wanted to smack me, but they always went.” He said, remembering his two older sisters with a fond smile on his face. Looking towards the smaller molly, he frowned
“What’s on your mind Mini Desert, you seemed a little lost in thought when sparring Dustpaw today.” He asked softly. Cometchaserr always remained patient and calm around her, as she was quite the nervous molly. Her mother and fathers were expecting her back for dinner soon, and Cometchaser didn’t want them to panic and assume that she was lost. Desertstar, Eveningstorm and Quiethawk were quite the protective ones over their daughter.. Even Cactuspaw always liked to check on her sister frequently.