[whatzername]

Weaselstar
he/him | 41 moons

The rosetted tom stretched out on a rock he was sunning on before hopping down and grumbling at the resistance in his muscles. He spotted a nervous apprentice across the way... ah, it was his. Hopepaw. Yes. He had almost forgotten... quite stupid of him.

"Hopepaw, dear. With me." He called softly, making a gesture with his head to the camp entrance, making his way to the gravelly slope. Now would be a good time to show the little thing about and maybe cover some basics.

[ @SagetheSnowman ]