Stars decorated the pelt of the cat that approached Fernpaw, but underneath the shimmer of starlight it was very clearly similar to that of the apprentice's own fur. "You've grown so big," the she-cat mewed, voice thick with pride. Brownheart smiled down at Fernpaw fondly. "I have no doubt that you'll be a wonderful warrior, my dear. You would do well to take some matters more seriously, though, or the things you love most might slip through your paws before you know it," she said seriously, looking her daughter in the eyes. "WindClan would be hard pressed to find a better warrior than you." Brownheart licked Fernpaw's head affectionately. "I have to go now, but I just want you to know that I'm proud of you," she meowed, rubbing her cheek against Fernpaw before turning to leave, albeit reluctantly, leaving Fernpaw to return to the waking world.