Greenleaf... It's nice - better than leafbare no doubt. The rain is a touch frustrating given her apt to climb (wet trees are not often safe to scale,) but she supposes even then the showers render her more capable of climbing than the slick ice of before.
The molly slinks down the trunk of a pine, searching for her mentor's nod of approval before rejoining the ranks of her fellow apprentices. She slips in beside her sibling, offering Teaselpaw a flick of her tail as yet another youngling is sent to scale the pine and examined in form. Not usually one to break rank, the predominantly white she-cat isn't quick to speak to her sibling. When their mentors turn, however, she nudges them with her shoulder.
"I passed my assessment last night," she chirps. Her tone flickers with a rare warmth and excitement. "My paws are aching, but Lionfire believes I'm ready to be one of SkyClan's warriors...!"