Scorchfrost | @Jayvines
It had been a pang of sympathy that balled in the hollow chest of the chocolate warrior. Of course, fatherless felines did not go unheeded nor were a rarity amongst the Clan. There had been plenty, even Eveningnight himself had been absent during the early development of his son until he became apprenticed. Yet, he still felt guilt; it had been a privilege that he experienced that others could not. Whether it was due to death or mere neglect, lay unknown. However, Scorchfrost couldn't imagine missing out on the life he brought to Earth and despised whatever tomcat would dismiss their kin. He ensured he wouldn't, making a silent promise to himself that he would be a shining beacon amongst his kits and relatives; after all, upholding and securing the family name was what his father desired of him. He would not overlook the obligation.
"I apologize," The words sounded from his jaws sincerely, soon followed by a bow of his wedged-shaped head. Scorchfrost then met the molly's eye as he raised his head, his own eyes bright against dark scleras.
"If it provides any comfort, you very well exceed expectations. I know you're a noble warrior, and you've accomplished that all your own. Not many cats possess the ability to say that." He spoke truth; Scorchfrost was astounded by the professionalism orchestrated by the other. Each syllable echoed with dignity and a passion that blew embers into the air. Sparrowflight was a feline worthy of respect, at least so he thought as of now. She had yet to show the chocolate tabby otherwise, and as she continued it became harder to imagine that she would disappoint.
Lifting his paws to a stand, Scorchfrost grazed the white of his dark chest with a velvet tongue. He remained in silence for a heartbeat, seeming to be captivated in his reeling mind before he parted his lips. He glanced to the apprentices momentarily before refocusing on the molly.
"Well..." Swaying his tail behind his foreign figure, a hum of consideration resonated in Scorchfrost's vocals.
"If ThunderClan does not call for your service so quickly and you find yourself with a silver of spare time, why not join me for a hunt? The morning light and noon sun are too bright for my eyes, so I tend to go in the evenings. If you are free then... I would appreciate your companionship." Scorchfrost concluded with an ivory grin, paying now no mind to the young cats surrounding them. His focus was placed solely on Sparrowflight.