"Alright," She gave a warm smile of welcome, befeore padding back to her herbs to sort them out. "Marigold here... Cobwebs here... Poppyseeds here..." She repeated her thoughts, scuffling them around in seperate groups with her paws orderly.
Royal glanced around the area. His heart was pounding and he was terribly nervous, but he saw someone that was surely the leader. Everyone dipped their head respectfully to her as she made her way to him.
"Hello," she said in a soft, silky voice. "Do you need anything?"
Royal blinked at the blue she-cat with creamy white paws, looking a teensy bit surprised. "I was wondering if I could join your clan."
"I don't see why not," she said with a smile. "I will warn you however, you'll be the oldest apprentice we have."
After the ceremony, Royal became Royalpaw. All the other apprentices had been suspicious of him, but he proved himself to be funny and clever. They warmly accepted him as one of their own and saw him as a sort of "cool older brother".
"You're free to keep it if you'd like," Foxflight said, beaming. "I will warn you that you'll receive an assessment. You'll have to hunt and then battle with Woodpecker, but I have a feeling you'll do well."