Flickerpaw has thought this through plenty of times already. She has had to curb impatience—it would not have looked very earnest if she had proposed this idea to her mentor just a moon or two into her apprenticeship. Now, she feels more self-assured than ever. Her time as a warrior is drawing closer and closer, and she wants nothing more than to impress her peers by how she gets there.
Flickerpaw soon leads the older warrior to a more secluded place within camp—the outskirts, specifically. Nosy ones would be able to eavesdrop, but she can only drag this on for so long. Facing Magnoliapeak, Flickerpaw is suddenly overcome with something akin to respect. Real respect for a capable warrior, not like the kind that Juniperstar gets just by having been named leader. That kind is not earned.
She clears her throat.
"Magnoliapeak,"
she says once she spots the tortoiseshell pelt amongst other ThunderClan cats. "Could we talk? Alone?"
Her face remains neutral; not giving anything away, but also not leading to concern. There is nothing wrong. On the contrary...Flickerpaw soon leads the older warrior to a more secluded place within camp—the outskirts, specifically. Nosy ones would be able to eavesdrop, but she can only drag this on for so long. Facing Magnoliapeak, Flickerpaw is suddenly overcome with something akin to respect. Real respect for a capable warrior, not like the kind that Juniperstar gets just by having been named leader. That kind is not earned.
She clears her throat.
"I'd like to have my warrior assessment before I reach my twelfth moon."
Now that the words are out there, Flickerpaw can scarcely believe she has come this far. Surely, Magnoliapeak wouldn't say no? That would be impossibly embarrassing. "I think I am ready—and I want to contribute more to the Clan. Graduating right as leaf-fall sneaks upon us would be beneficial to ThunderClan."