camp DEN OF WOLVES ⁀➷ NAME CHANGE

[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 Someone's talking -- to her, about her, she doesn't really care. Most everything here feels so pointless, feels like the interim between another horrible event or some signal that it's all over. Fallow gets neither, and the strange in-between time stretches on.

But something the cat says makes her still.

Fallow.

It's just her name, nothing special. Fallow, soft syllables that flow easily from her tongue. Lacking something that every other cat her age has, that sharp bark of kit at the end. It shouldn't bother her. It wouldn't, except...

Halfkit's words ring in her ears, the cold and condescending gaze from two mismatched shards of ice. Saying out loud the polite bit that other cats omitted, that momentary confusion every time she introduces herself sharpened to clawpoint. Insisting that medicine cats only treat real clan cats with proper names. Not her. She's something else.

Thoughts rush through Fallow's head. The meeting, all the importance of the changing names. Berryheart, who took care of her before. Would he do it again, knowing she's not a real clan cat? And Leopardtongue, she's got a litter of little kittens, and she's the nicest of the adults here so Fallow doesn't want to make a bad impression. Will her kits think it's weird that Fallow's name is all wrong, that she doesn't fit in with any of them? Does everyone think that? Maybe Halfkit did her a favor.

Fallow barely lets a beat pass before it speaks. "Um. Fallowkit," it blurts suddenly, sealing its fate. She seems abashed, averting her eyes and mumbling the next words without quite the same conviction. "Call me Fallowkit." The uneasy feeling doesn't let up at the words, just twists into something more bitter, less fearful. It feels like giving up.

Her mama will be back soon to take her home, but... For now, this is fine. She can be Fallowkit if she needs to be.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 11.4.23 】

• // feel free to be the cat she's talking to here!
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• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOWKIT.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  3 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCRAGGLY, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.
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[Tybalt [Stagstrike]]

Tybalt eyed the kit from where he lay, settled beneath a tree near the nursery. He had called to her in greeting as she'd stepped from the nursery. He had not been witness to her fight with Halfkit, but he'd heard others talking about her name in passing. Kittens were not great at keeping their gossip secret, no matter how much they thought they were getting away with.

The warrior was no stranger to conversations around names. He'd only taken his clan name as a formality, though he was able to count the cats who would use his given name when speaking to or about him on a single forepaw. It was part of why he kept many of his clanmates at a distance. To him, the fuss about names was stupid at best. What difference did it make what a cat was called? And how was it fair to demand that he strip away a core part of himself just to fit in?

So when she mumbled a correction, he turned his full attention toward her. "Is that what will make you happy?" he asked.

 

[MAPLEDROP]

Maplepaw looked between Tybalt and Fallowkit. The youngest declared a new name, something Maplepaw was familiar with. The feline had chosen her name, her former was nothing more than an odd memory now. Lionkit. Lionkit. It rang in her mind clear as day, the bitterness of it churning. The fawn hued feline sat down and looked at the kit.

“Young one, make sure it is the name you want.” Maplepaw advised. “Don’t let anyone make you change your name. You’re the one who has to decide. Whether it stay as Fallow or you decide to change it to Fallowkit.”

The tabbied she looked at Tybalt, wondering if he had anything else to say. Her eyes were pleading for the other to say something else, hoping he would encourage her further to decide the name that is just for the young kit.
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THUNDERCLAN ✦ APPRENTICE ✦ 8 MOONS ✦ FAWN CARAMEL TABBY​

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[WOLFWIND]

The kit was a little strange, she'd give her that, but she does't think ThunderClan ought to expect anything less from a kit quite literally dropped on their heads as she were. Wolfwind is surprised, when the kit suddenly blurts that she's ready to join in on clan names— taking on the kit to her name. Fallowkit. It takes Wolfwind a moment to realize what's happening, but when she does, she smiles. " Suits ya nicely, Fallowkit, " the warrior purrs. She hadn't been privy to what had spurred this all— a tiff between kits. It's a good thing, is what it is. If nothing else, it'd let her feel part of the clan.

It's sorta weird, when Stagstrike suddenly asks, Is that what will make you happy? What a weird question. Maybe She'd find it less weird if it was coming from literally anyone besides him. Wolfwind levels him with a look, even though he probably wouldn't see it. There's a slight purse of her lips.

Another blink, as Maplepaw suddenly says, Young one, make sure it is the name you want. First of all, Maplepaw is talking an awful like she has more than twelve moons on her. Secondly, what is with this weird line of questioning? Couldn't they all just be happy for her? You’re the one who has to decide. Wolfwind's tail gives a twitch. " Uh... Is that not what she's doing right now? " Her gaze would search the apprentices for a moment, wonderin' what the hell she's getting it. She isn't sure if Mapledrop has noticed that leaders make you change your name, like, all the time.

OOC ✨ 10.25.2023 BET MY MONEY ON A STUPID HORSE, I LOST THAT

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• [ SO I RAN OUT TO THE TRACK TO GET MY CASH BACK ] WOLFWIND THUNDERCLAN LEAD WARRIOR! MENTOR 2 EMBERPAW; KIN 2 MANY.
  —— SHE / HER, CONFUSED BY BUT NOT OPPOSED TO THE USE OF OTHERS
  —— CURRENTLY 23 MOONS OLD. AGES EVERY 1ST.
  
  FRIEND TO MANY! UPBEAT AND UPFRONT. MOVES THROUGH LIFE WITH AN UPBEAT EXTERIOR AND BRIGHT EYES. MAKE NO MISTAKE! TAKES HER JOB VERY SERIOUSLY. THERE'S IMPORTANCE IN SAFETY, RECKLESSNESS ONLY GETS YOU SO FAR. ONCE A FOOL, BUT NO LONGER

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[GENTLESTORM]

I SEE A SONG OF PAST ROMANCE — The thought of changing one's name so easily is foreign to Hailstorm, he returns with a bundle of freshly picked moss within his jaws noticing that two warriors and an apprentice were giving Fallowkit a small audience. Out of curiosity, he draws closer and listens to what's said before feeling his throat tighten in the slightest, it makes something churn within him, and the large snowy tom places down the moss to clear his throat. "Mhm. What a big decision on your part... Good job, little warrior." He softly offers encouragement though blinks back his confusion when Maplepaw speaks briefly telling the kitten to choose wisely and he focuses on the moss that he's brought back for the old nests to be replaced. If he had known about the little kit squabble then his words would be different from what he says yet he is unaware, he had been within the mountains traveling with his group.

His mind wanders and he thinks about his own name, Hailstorm, it reminds him of the snow that he once loved so dearly and had told Little Wolf about it but now... It feels like Hailstorm had died up those mountains in a cold grave of his own beside his deceased lover, he welcomes the name 'Cloudy' a lot more than his own. He brushes it off as nothing thinking that he's probably mulling over it too much and still adjusting to being home. Maybe he's just being ridiculous. With a light shake of his head, Hailstorm focuses his eyes on the small molly once more wondering if the attention is overwhelming and he offers a small smile in comforting way.

✦ I SEE THE SACRIFICE OF MAN; I SEE PORTRAYALS OF BETRAYALS

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  ✦ longhaired blue sepia tom w/low white and brown eyes
  ✦ amab he/him ; other pronouns used towards him will confuse him
  ✦ 49 moons old
  ✦ bisexual demiromantic; mates with little wolf
  ✦ "speech", thoughts, attacking
  ✦ semi-difficult in combat; relies on strength, his large size, and wits
  ✦ peaceful powerplay allowed

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[braveheart : ̗̀➛]

☀ . ° ✦ Bravekit had been chatting away with the other kittens as he normally had. Most of it was making up the rules of a new game he and Hazekit had started to create called 'journey cats', where all of them would play cats from different Clans and prance around camp pretending to encounter the trials his father had fought through.

"So I can be Papa, Fallow you can be-" The scruffy molly cut in to correct him, and his maw was left open from being mid-sentence. It took a few moments for his mind to catch up with what Fallowkit had said as his thoughts were railroaded by its interruption. She repeated it after a moments pause and the chimera nodded, jaw snapping shut into a wide smile.

"Yeah! Fallowkit, you'll be a quiet Shadow cat!" He peered up as a mass of white fluff appeared with a few others to comment on Fallowkits decision. He was a little confused at first, wondering what they were talking about her making the right choice, if it made her happy. She wouldn't say it if it didn't, right?

"COOL! You guys should play with us too!! Maybe Mister Hailstorm can be the big mountain we have to climb." Bravekit blinked wide stormy eyes up at the larger tom, pleading.

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  BRAVEKIT — HE/HIM ･ 2 MOONS ･ THUNDERCLAN & KIT ･ PENNED BY beatae!

  A Longhaired chocolate tabby/blue tabby chimera with deep blue eyes. Very thick coat that tangles easily. Paws that seem too big for his little body. Wide fuzzy satellite ears.

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[freckleflame]

freckleflame liked tansyshine, thought highly of her and her children — but fallow was an anomaly. loner kit, dark and scraggly, sewn into their clan with a name half - bitten. fallow. a name like that drew eyes, whether pitying or gleaming with irritation. fallow. something incomplete, foreign. it falls from their tongues stilted and short, and the woman couldn’t fathom it : a life without her name. her identity. moons of life, of training, laughter and pain packed into -flame. the smile on her leaders maw when she blessed her aloud, commended her fiery personality and — it was right. she was freckleflame, two parts of a whole.

she knows her father’s past. she knows this, feels the ick writhe beneath her skin when eyes linger too long on her, her family ( was it noticeable? did legacy drain the kibble dust in her veins? ). she had never asked his name before. that was a stranger, something to keep caged in her teeth until the nausea ebbs. she didn’t want to know anything about it, truly. a kittypet. never once has she existed as a freckle, but if she ever had, there was no doubt she’d have done the same as fallowkit now.

with pigeonpaw and sunshinepaw fully moved on from the nursery, her only concern with the nursery had fallen to tansyshine — she’d a pawful to handle, and freckleflame yearned for some semblance of normalcy amidst their reconstructing camp. large paws plod with a heavy exhaustion when she nears, spots the kits first where they bat and play. or.. one of them did, at least. she gives a friendly slow blink to bravekit as she approaches, but it is fallow — fallowkit, that draws seaglass eyes and ginger steps. as she approaches alongside hailstorm, eyebrow whiskers quirk tall, lifting just as the corners of her maw do to crow : ” fallowkit. now i like the sound of that! “

it was normal, after all, comfortable on her tongue. maplepaw says.. something, and her gaze flits quick — a lingering side - eye at where she and stagstrike mutter about being happy. doing what she wanted. she would expect such behavior from the tom, but maplepaw. only an apprentice! she resists the urge to roll her eyes, instead craning her head down just slightly towards the splotched kit — anyway, ” i think it’s real fittin’. “ her voice drops to a playful stage whisper, ” .. and i’d bet my left paw that howlingstar’ll think so too. “ the final say, the final verdict. she’ll make her a thunderclanner, just like the rest of them.

𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙼𝙰𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 𝚂𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴 -`☀︎´- 𝘗𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘈𝘠 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘈 𝘞𝘏𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘕𝘖𝘞

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• 𖦹 . LESBIAN. SINGLE, CRUSHES EASILY. SMELLS LIKE SUN - WARMED OAK. FOURTEEN MOONS. NAMED A WARRIOR 8 / 3 / 2023. MENTORED UNDER WOLFWIND, PENNED BY ANTLERS !!!
  f. she / her, daughter of sunfreckle and rabbitnose. large cream - ribboned tortoiseshell with seaglass eyes. fire - forged, smoldering ; shades of vibrant russet, dousing swathes of shadow and interwoven with ribbons pale cream come to drape like licks of flame over a well - toned form.
  
  in warriorhood she has grown to full, hulking height ; unspecified maine coon heritage born of sunfreckle's kittypet background shows itself in large, round paws and tufted, long - furred toes set upon thick, tabby - splotched limbs. freckleflame is broad shouldered and square - jawed, wild cheek fur like the blazing edges of a red sun — a hulking, thick - furred thunderclan warrior, forever blaze - kissed. a characteristic lack of personal space leads her to a slouching, touchy posture, often inclined to lean or bump against her peers, all while bearing a wide, bright - eyed grin.
  
  ——— ˙⋆ — prone to bouts of explosive emotion. all opinions are solely in - character and during these times, often untrue or said only in anger.
  
  

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[FALLOWBITE]

( ⁀➷ )　 The initial reaction to Fallow's (Fallowkit's?) declaration isn't quite what she expected. Bravekit seems excited enough, which is a relief, even though the way he emphasizes the harsh kit at the end of her name makes her mouth twist a bit. But then there's the tan-colored cat, golden eyes so much like her own, fixing his eyes on her and speaking deliberately. Is that what will make you happy?

She blinks. "What? Um..." No, she thinks, but she does not dare speak it aloud. Not when Bravekit is right there, with his name just like -- just like her new one. But there's another cat joining in, a molly honey-dipped and gentle-voiced telling saying that it should be the one to decide. She shares a glance with the golden-eyed tom, and for a moment Fallow wavers, a retraction sticking like honey in her throat.

(She still thinks of herself as Fallow, that much hasn't changed.)

But then comes the chorus, chiming in with words of praise. "Suits ya nicely," chimes the stormy cat, rebuking the idea that Fallow isn't choosing this for herself. Affirming the fact that this is her only choice. "Good job, little warrior," rumbles the snowy one, "I like the sound of that," chirps the patchwork one. Leans down, eyes like little caterpillars crinkling as her voice lowers. Speaking of Howlingstar, the leader. The one with the fur like the the forest itself. The one with the authority, it's gathered, on whether or not Fallow stays.

For what feels like the first time, the eyes of warriors are on it. Respected ones, it knows. Speaking praise, belonging. Treating her like one of them, not some troublemaking outsider.

Fallow's voice raises, laced with uncertainty. Dispelling the concerns of the strange dissenters, affirming the praise of the rest. "Y... yeah, Fallowkit's... the right name for me," is all it can manage. The name it's supposed to have. Fallow's not one for lying. "Suits me," it mumbles, repetition and comfort, as though trying to convince itself.

But, there's still one more thing to do. "And uh, Bravekit... I don't wanna be- uh, can I... mm. I wanna be a ThunderClan cat instead." She says it decisively -- not a question, a statement. Not a Shadow cat, not like Halfkit with her taunting words.

ThunderClan, like she's supposed to be.

WEARING CROWNS ⁀➷ OF TWIGS AND LEAVES 【 11.4.23 】

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• "SPEECH"

• ˏˋ　°　•　*⁀➷ FALLOWKIT.　THUNDERCLAN KIT.　SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
  3 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST.　PENNED BY SATURNID.
  
  

  

  ➳ A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

  
  NPC xx NPC. ADOPTED BY TANSYSHINE. ADOPTIVE SIBLING TO TIGERPAW & SHARDPAW.
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