Pinepaw sat in the apprentice's den, sullenly licking the dirt from his gray paws. Although his fur color matched the dreary sky (a great thing, his denmate Shardpaw claimed), he sorely wished it would clear up before his warrior ceremony. Hopefully, the leader and deputy would have a cool name for him. Ugh, Pine-ing away was more likely at this point. He was pretty sure he'd done well on all his assessments. A sudden fear struck him. What if his mentor and the leader decided he wasn't ready yet? Pinepaw almost panicked at the thought. But after a deep breath, he managed to calm himself. There was no need to worry, the other cats were already assembling in the clearing. The leader would be ready soon.