[littlelove]

Oh dear Starclan. Prayers were the only thing clinging Maplepaw to calmness right now. Not that she was a particularly pious cat -
not many were in Shadowclan - but any private meeting with the leader had at least a 50% chance at getting a cat turned into a nice fur rug. The torbie assumed the leader was less than pleased with her circumstances; 19 moons and having blown through 5 mentors meant that her lag was less of a coincidence and more of a pattern.

Stepping into Dawnstar's den, any anxiety that had crossed her face was easily masked in mere moments. Her face stayed aloof as she began speaking. "You wanted to see me." Less of a question, more of a statement - she knew what she was in here for.

@Undertaker