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"Smogstar." Gentle greenleaf breeze catches onto the singular word — impossibly light despite the weight of changes resting upon it — and carries it into the world. Mirepurr waits for him to finish the task at hand, ever-polite and unassuming in their stance. "Mind if I borrow you for a minute?"
Plumed tail vanishes from view as Mirepurr leads Smogstar into somewhere more private; while the subject is not necessarily a secret, they would rather discuss it in the company of just one other pair of eyes.
"Snowpaw's time as an apprentice is coming to end. I think he is more than ready for an assessment so he can get his warrior name before next moon's meeting, if you agree." Anyone who's paid enough attention to the passage of time would know that this 'paw has dutifully slogged through all that apprenticehood entails. It is not a light subject for Mirepurr; their chest threatens to cave under the amount of pride they feel, but one does not soon forget their very first apprentice... or so they think. Whatever new name they will receive from Smogstar will feel odd on their tongue, and it will be even stranger to walk beside him as an equal on patrols, not as his mentor.
The blue of their eyes bore into Smogstar's own calculating ones, eagerly awaiting his response. It's not like he would say no... right? Snowpaw has a good head on his shoulders; he keeps quiet when necessary, talks when necessary. Whatever system Chilledstar had for when the time for assessment comes is a mystery to Mirepurr — and even if they knew of it, they assume Smogstar wants to do nearly everything differently than his predecessor.