[puppeteer]

silverpaw

The silver apprentice jumped as her leader responded, before padding into his den. It was spacious, and she wondered distantly if she would ever end up here. With a shake of her head and a twitch of her tail, the molly sat herself from her leader. Her amber eyes flicked anxiously, and she felt
a butterfly of panic rise in her throat. If she couldn't even make this decision, could they?

Silverpaw cleared her throat before speaking. "Uh, yes sir. That's correct. Uhm.. I was actually in a slight predicament." She swallowed nervously. "And I know you're the one who typically decides on what an apprentices warrior name will be but, I have a few ideas. You'll have final say obviously, but these are just ideas." A breathe. "As you know, my mother passed away two moons now, I believe, and one of the ideas I had was Silverlily for her. Another idea I had was Silversky. The last idea I had was Silverhawk." She realised she was staring at her paws, and forced herself to look up. "And, whatever you decide, could you keep it a surprise for me? I don't want to know until my ceremony, please."

{ @canineantics }