[Fawn]

Wishy-washy judgment didn't help his nerves, but he tried to keep it together at least to maintain the appearance of staying cool under pressure. It probably wasn't working, he didn't have nearly the charisma that Lionstar did in front of his clanmates. "Oh stars, oh stars, oh stars," he anxiously murmured the mantra while Lionstar went into the ritual. He was feeling light-headed.

Oh, right. Actually remembering to breathe would help with that.

When there was a pause in his speech, Fawnpaw quickly realized it was his turn. And as much as he was unsure about deserving the rank now, he could minimally promise, "I do." After it was out, he exhaled a sigh of relief because he managed to make it through without sputtering or flubbing the words.

@BILL.