He had ceremonies to hold, but he didn't want to leave Bumblekit. 

He had hesitated, indecisive per usual, pacing back and forth in between two different solutions to his predicament. Stormstar could have his son on Tall Tree with him as he held the ceremony, but then he would risk his son falling. Or, he could simply have him sit with Fallowbird for the event where he was safe, just not by the leader's side. He decided with the latter, for the safety for his son. 

So with Bumblekit in the paws of the foster queen, the long-legged leader headed in the direction of their meeting place in camp, still considering what he might name the newest warrior during her ceremony. Stormstar had a handful of ideas: Sorrelpad in honor of her deceased step father, Sorrelblaze in honor of her personality and stick-with-it-ness, or Sorrelbite strictly after her attitude. The last seemed a little rude, and the first might provoke an undesired emotional response out of the young russet warrior. And so at last, he had come to his decision. The smoke leader made his way up Tall Tree, slipping only once and holding his breath in hopes that nobody (especially his son) had seen him stumble. While the leader did love tree-climbing, his lanky body made it a little...difficult. 

"May all cats old enough to run with the wind join me beneath the Tall Tree for a clan meeting!" Stormstar let his voice ring out across camp, ears perked in interest as his clanmates began to gather to hear his words. He waited patiently for each cat to select their place, before he noted that just about all was there. It was time. The leader let his eyes fall upon Sorrelpaw, nodding to her so that she might step forward. "I, Stormstar, leader of WindClan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Sorrelpaw, you have gone through much in the past moons, but you've proven yourself dedicated and resilliant to this clan. Do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your clan, even at the cost of your life?" The silver-and-black tom waited, ears tuned in to the voice of the oldest apprentice. 

"I do."

"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Sorrelpaw, from this moment on you will be known as Sorrelblaze. StarClan honors your dedication and helpfulness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of WindClan."