She nodded. "Sorry, I'm a bit bad at judging ages. Don't worry, most of the apprentices are nice." She assured him, seeing him suddenly change his posture from one of curiousness to one of wariness. "Lionpaw, Hazelpaw, Hawkpaw!" She called into the den. Lionpaw emerged first, closely followed by Hazelpaw. Hawkpaw lagged behind, obviously not wanting to be there. "This is Frosty," She introduced them one by one, gesturing with her tail as she named each of them. Lionpaw's eyes shown of curiosity and excitement, Hazelpaw regarded him carefully, while Hawkpaw looked like he could care less. "There are other apprentices, but you've already met them or they're out hunting or training."“8 moons?” Frosty meowed. He almost snorted. For a second he wasn’t sure if she was joking. Have you seen how small I am, clan-cat? “I’m 6 moons old,” he corrected, feeling a bit shy again as they headed towards the apprentices’ den.