She narrowed her eyes a little, casting a downward glance toward to the fluffy white tom, one who had slipped out of camp without permission. "Whitekit, please step forward," Heronfeather called, voice ringing out across the clearing, a little less delight in her words than normal. "Despite you sneaking out of camp, worrying your mother and leading loners to the clan's camp, you have still reached the age of 6 moons and as such are ready to be apprenticed. From this day on, until you become a warrior, your new name will be Whitepaw. Your mentor shall be..." The molly paused for a brief moment, wanting someone strict to keep the tom into line, or at least one with enough experience in regards to trouble making and she knew she wasn't that. But she absolutely knew who was. "Shrikecall, I'm sure he'll pass on everything he's learned from his mentor and more," There was a warm smile on the deputy's face as she descended the rock to congratulate the clans newest apprentice, and congratulate her own former apprentice.