Yep, that's totally okay.
I glance around nervously slinking towards the newer apprentice, who smelled of Riverclan.
"I- I'm Mistpaw. I'm here about the prophecy, and I think the others are too." I attempt to smile at her, but remember my eye - or rather, lack of one - tended to freak some others out, and I ducked my head away. Something silver glitters in the corner of my good eye, and I whirl to watch it. A shooting star?
"G-guys, I think that's a sign! We're supposed to follow that star, I think." I stammer out, tracing the star's decent with my eye.