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.