Featherpaw looked pleased with himself. He bit into his vole. "When's the next half-moon?" he mumbled around his mouthful. Brackenstar's eyes sparkled. "Wonderful. They deserve it. When shall we have the ceremony?" Blossompaw bounced up to Rowanpaw and Flamepaw. "You two are lucky! Already had your assessments," she squeaked, happy for her friends. "I hope you passed!"