Cometchaser
Windclan Warrior
Slipping out of the medicine cat den, Orion had let out a soft sigh. It was another day of staying positive for his mate and premature kits, he couldn’t help but feel anxious. Goldenrose still couldn’t move properly while their kits were still having some trouble latching to her for feedings. Shaking his head slightly, Cometchaser knew he had to snap out of it. He had to keep it together for his family’s sake, his daughters were already anxious enough. Looking towards the camp clearing, Orion had work to do.
There was a newcomer in Windclan.
Perhaps Desertstar was trying to make sure that Cometchaser would stay distracted, not overthinking or become overbearing to Goldenrose and the kits. Since being a traveler in his previous life, it was probably best for Orion to take on a new apprentice that needed help adjusting to clan life. Spotting the ginger tom, the massive black Maine Coon made his way towards the younger tom before stopping in front of him “Hiya.” Orion said with a half grin on his face, his feather tail waving back and forth. For now, Cometchaser would have to keep his mind and feelings at bay until he was back with his mate at Littlewoods’ den. “Heard you’re the newcomer, Orion or Cometchaser is fine with me.. Wanna go have a run through of the moors? Need to see how fast you can be.” Cometchaser said, knowing that he had to at least see his new apprentice in action before trying to see what can be worked on, taking it from there.
Russetpaw
WindClan Apprentice
It would be an understatement if Russetpaw said he was nervous to start his training. Cometchaser seemed like a kind and patient mentor, but his mother often told him he wouldn’t really make it as a warrior. He didn’t have the correct temperament or drive, apparently. Well now look at me, mother. I’m a warrior apprentice! He thought excitedly as he padded beside Cometchaser further into the windy moors. He was still getting used to having the wind surrounding him at all different angles. Looking up at his mentor as he spoke, Russetpaw’s nervousness was slowly beginning to ebb away as a smile formed on his face. That was good advice, because a fear of his was that he would lose who he was as a warrior. His gentle heart would be hardened and he’d be changed completely. While he wanted to be stronger, he didn’t want to change who he was. “Thank you, Cometchaser,” he hummed, dipping his head gratefully. “I won’t forget.”
The two began walking again and Russetpaw wasn’t paying attention to the way that Cometchaser was sniffing the air or staying on alert for prey. Instead, he was only focused on this conversation, his paw steps a little loud and clunky, his tail waving high in the air. With the question about his father, he frowned and shook his head. “Uh, no. I don’t know who he is. Mother wouldn’t tell me. But I do know it’s a different tom from Sandysnake and Stormraven. And my other siblings.” He hummed, blinking in surprise and crouching down when Cometchaser did, the both of them hiding behind the grass. He whispered quite loudly, “Is there prey?”
When his grandfather was mentioned, Russetpaw instantly shut his mouth and listened intently, smiling with pride. Wolfstar would have been proud of him? He began to purr but it died when Willowfur was brought up and he looked away with pressed lips and a tail that lowered. “Mother didn’t want me to come here. She said I wouldn’t make a good warrior. But… I’m going to show her that I will be.” Nodding, he too noticed the rabbit appearing across the hill and his claws extended to dig at the ground. Ears flattening to his head, he moved around the tall grasses and tried to be as quiet as he could, moving at a swift pace. Okay, okay. This should be the same as hunting a mouse in the back of Twoleg houses. They’re fast and skittish. He told himself as he made very light paw steps and his eyes remained focused on the target, but he wasn’t paying any attention to his surroundings or the fact that he was moving way too slowly.
Too mindful of where he should step, Russetpaw’s eyes flickered down to the ground and he inched his way forward, tail flicking nervously. The rabbit didn’t notice him, but it was beginning to hop away, and at that moment, Russetpaw bounced up and started running towards it. He was a fast runner, but he was clumsy as he raced down the hill. But the rabbit was quicker and the apprentice lost sight of it after it bounded up and over a separate hill in just a few seconds. Slowing down, Russetpaw frowned as he panted, shoulders slumped, his head turning to look back where he had left his mentor. “What did I do?!” He shouted up at him.
Cometchaser Windclan Warrior A bright grin appeared on Orion’s face, moving to bump his shoulder into the smaller tom’s shoulder with an encouraging smile on his face “You’ll get your warriors’ scars in no time, each one will have a story for you to tell one day.” He commented, knowing that Russetpaw needed someone to support him.. To have someone look after him. His dark green gaze was looking around the moors, lifting his head to sniff the air. There was the scent of rabbit nearby. Looking towards Russetpaw, a half-grin appeared on his face “Ok, so we’re going to figure out your hunting skills while getting to know each other.. I want you to be successful within your training, but you need to remember.. Throughout any hardships or difficulties.. Never lose yourself, always strive for greatness. You have a gentle heart, and I don’t want to ever see that being snuffed out in any way.” Orion said gently, a soft smile appeared on his face. It was the same advice that his sister gave him when officially joining Windclan as well. “Did you ever meet your old man?” Orion questioned, his eyebrow arched for a moment. It was common for a housecat or loner to not be present in a kit’s life.. Stars, even his own father was never around when he was growing up. It wasn’t until Russetpaw had nodded to confirm his thoughts, before Orion had let out a soft hum and gave a small nod “I’ll look after you kid, Don’t worry.” The massive Black Maine Coon had reassured him. Moving towards the tall grass, the large tom began hiding in the grass while waiting for a rabbit to appear. Watching as Russetpaw moved until he was crouching beside him, and the tom was watching the area.
“I think your grandfather will be proud of you, no matter what.” Orion said, remembering his brief interaction with the former Windclan leader in his dreams. The two had never met in the physical world, but he felt as if the two had a bond, a brother bond.Letting out a small chuckle, he turned to look at Russetpaw “I’m sure your mom is proud too, that you’re following your dreams as well. You have a very good support system and we all work together to strive.” Orion said, before noticing a rabbit nearby and Orion beckoned his head towards the direction of it. “It’s showtime, show me what you’ve got.”
Cometchaser
Windclan Warrior
“Woah!” Cometchaser chuckled, his dark green eyes were gleaming with amusement. This one was certainly a cheerful fellow, it was a fresh breath of new air when a newcomer came. Listening to the young tom’s words, he was quite a talker. Not that it bothered Orion, he tended to speak a lot when he was overexcited. Waving his feathery tail for a moment, the massive Maine Coon nodded “Yup! I’ve always enjoyed running over at the moors, and love racing with my girls.. Novapaw tries to trip Moonpaw to come in second place, need to tell her that winning doesn’t matter.” Orion observed, knowing that his daughters could be very competitive towards each other. Looking towards Russetpaw, he stopped for a moment as he remembered the dream that he had from Starclan once.
Laughing a bit, Orion rubbed the back of his head with his left paw “I did actually, it was when there was a bunch of Oil tainting the moonpool and the spirits were having a difficult time with communication and weren’t feeling well.. They sent me a dream to help them, so along with a couple of others from the clans.. We went.” Orion said, beckoning his head towards his back. The large scar that resembled eagle claws into his back and shrugged “Ended up with this scar.” The tom noted, before a smile escaped him “Bit we ended up finding the herb to absorb the oil and everything went back to normal. I ended up staying in Windclan and with Rose… The rest is history “ Orion said before a chuckle escaped him when leading Russetpaw away
“I had chosen the name Orion, and although I go by both names.. They tell me who I am. While Cometchaser is the strong and brave warrior of Windclan, Orion was the free spirit that loved to travel.” Cometchaser said before both toms went through the entrance and making their way towards the direction of the moors “What’s your story?”
Russetpaw
WindClan Apprentice
Claws scratching the ground with anticipation, Russetpaw sat in the middle of the clearing, dark amber eyes flickering side to side, soaking in as much of the sights of camp as he could. So many stories his mother had told him occurred in this very space. The dens, the fresh kill pile, the spot where the leader made announcements and looked down upon her Clan. His own grandfather once stood there. He, of course, had never met Wolfstar, but he tried to imagine a large gray and white tomcat with striking blue eyes walking around with a presence that always demanded respect. At least that was how his mother described him.
Now it was his turn to become a warrior that would demand respect and he puffed out his chest with pride, a faint smile on his muzzle as he waited for his new mentor, Cometchaser. It didn’t take long for the Maine Coon to find his way towards him and his eyes widened at his large form, about to feel intimidated. Russetpaw was a talker and larger tom himself, but not as broad as Cometchaser. Dark ginger fur relaxing when he saw that friendly half grin, he bounced up and dipped his head. “Hello,” he greeted, his own feathery tail flicking behind him. Orion? This tom liked to go by two names? Amber eyes brightened at the mention of running through the famous moors and he nodded quickly with a grin. “Yes! Oh, please! I’ve heard that running down a hill on the moor can make you feel like you’re flying. And that you can hear StarClan when you stand out there during the night. Is that true? Has StarClan talked to you? Why do you like to be called Orion?” Questions were firing one after the other as he practically bounced side by side with his new mentor.