[fernmass]

" May they forever hunt in Starclan.. "

Weaselpaw dipped his head for Snowcloud. Wishing the cat farewell towards the stars.

His mood changed as their were new apprentices too. So many new apprentices! He wondered if he could perhaps be friends with some of them. Given the fact that he’s almost 7 moons. He’s still at the reckless age to be more social. He silently applauded for the apprentices. He’s sure that they’ll grow up to make fine apprentices. But not if he gets there first!

" Violetpaw, Snowpaw, Swanpaw, Wishpaw, Flamepaw! "

He cheered! So many new names to pronounce. His words slurred a bit as he stood. He wanted to meet the apprentices and congratulate them on going up a new rank, but their probably busy with meeting their mentors and such. So he watched his clanmates congratulate them all. Though in the midst of all of this, his bare furry striped back seemed a bit lonely. The innocent apprentices eyes wavered around.