Lightpaw|Apprentice|Tags:Open|
"Well uh, gee thanks Whitesong, glad you think so." Light paw said shyly, his voice filled with happiness, spilling over with utter joy. Light paw noted the heavy strain in her voice, but wasn't sure what else he could do. He nodded intently as Whitesong spoke, soaking every word into his system as if he was a sponge. He thought, in awe, what it would be like to become a warrior, the test, the ceremony, mates, helping the clan, maybe even training his own apprentice. He watched as she turned, and Lightpaw hoped she would head to the Medicine Cat Den soon. Now all Lightpaw needed to do was...find Grayclaw, tell him he was his apprentice and...this is not quite as he thought it would be. Did Patchstar know? He wondered curiously. Surely Whitesong would tell him. Lightpaw thought again, but even he didn't believe himself.