camp disney adults l naming clanmates

[FOGTHIEF]

/before the flooding

The basis of communication for any group start with names and for Fogpaw, different names have to be concocted to tailor along his capabilities. It's a bitter cold as any day in leafbare but the sun is pushing out a smidge of warmth to fight the bite. It still feels like it's leeching into his skin from the nervousness shaking inside him. Fog can blame it on the chill all he likes but on his mother's suggestion, he's trying this out despite earlier misgivings. That's to say, he'll assign a gesture to indicate each clanmate and the natural start is his family. First off is his adoptive mother, who for the longest time was indicated with the swipe of his paw against his jaw. Now that she's a changed shecat, he'll need a different sign, no matter how hard it'll be to break the habit. She's been Bonejaw to him since he was a small kit, it's a sign with an attachment, but he resolves that it has to make sense to him as well as anyone else. That's the whole point of this anyway and so he sighs soundlessly before beckoning his relatives over. He signs in front of each one of them and points afterward to them so it's clear for the kits.

For Boneripple, he makes a spiraling circle with his paw then presses his paw to his heart. The heart point is his own made up suffix to indicate loved ones which becomes more apparent as he goes on. For Wolverinefang, he keeps the same flashing of a fang that he did before but (reluctantly) he follows it up with a touch to his own heart. He really ought to have put his paw to his neck and made a pained face, he thinks. Then come his half-siblings: for Silentkit, he presses the back of his paw to his lips and then to his heart. For Sablekit, he points his paw to his eyes and mouths, as best he can, the word blue then places his paw on his heart. For Skunkkit, his shoulders bounce with soundless laughter for what he's chosen and he simply places his paw over his nose before putting it over his heart.

Fogpaw takes a deep breath then, trying not to let his shivering nerves outward as he flashes a fang and touches his heart then waves his paw out toward the other Riverclanners. Wolve nods and calls out for anyone who wants a 'pet name' to come over. Fog can't help but scowl a little at the term but it's short lived as he tries to focus.

@BONERIPPLE @Sablekit @Silentkit @Skunk-kit
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[CLAYFUR]

The longer Boneripple and her family stay in the river territory, the more Clay grows to like them. Their presence feels in a way like exactly what RiverClan needed; they’re fresh adult faces in a time where the clan is mostly cut off from the outside world. At first, Clayfur hadn’t been happy with Cicada and his hypocrisy, but at least something good has come of it, between both groups of refugees from WindClan and ShadowClan.

Fogpaw in particular is interesting to Clay. He hasn’t met a cat before who doesn’t talk, so figuring out how to communicate with Fogpaw has been floating around his head. He isn’t sure whether the tricolor apprentice doesn’t speak of their own volition, or if they aren’t able to—not that it matters. Either way, Fogpaw is able to hear him, so that part is easy, but sometimes their motions are just completely incomprehensible.

Clay has been watching Fogpaw make signs and motions toward their little family for a few moments, and his eyes track every movement in an attempt to memorize them. It’s good knowledge to have, to know who the apprentice is referring to. He doesn’t approach until Fogpaw’s dad calls out an invitation, and then the lanky brown tabby skips over with a bounce to his step and a grin on his face. "Wait, do the the one for Boneripple again—that’s a really good one," he says, tail flicking good-naturedly. "What’s your pet name for me, Fogpaw?" He uses the same term as Wolverinefang, if only because Fogpaw looks less than amused with it. No one is safe from some light teasing, even the new apprentice.
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[ WHAT'S MY AGE AGAIN? ]​

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[Sablemist]

In every situation you give me peace

Sable looks up to see the silent beckoning of her half brother. The flailing of his paw seemed rather urgent so she paused her grooming session to see what he needed. As she encroached the girl watched Fogpaw demonstrate signs for each of their names in both creative and unique ways. Each one one just as personal as the last. With curious blue eyes Sablekit leans forward just a tad with wide eyed wonder, eager to know how Fog signed her name. His paw lifts to signify the color of her eyes before touching his heart. The girl tucks her chin to her chest, ears burning while a bashful smile spreads across ebony lips. "Thank you Fogpaw, I really like how you sign my name. It makes me feel pretty." Sablekit emits sheepishly whilst moving to take a seat. Lifting a single paw she lets it waggle momentarily before speaking up again. "How can I sign your name?" She asks, glancing up with a questioning look.​

Don't gotta be afraid because you're in the lead​

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[GILLSIGHT]

Though he hasn't interacted with the new group of RiverClanners all that often, Gillpaw can't help to be intrigued by them. Their ShadowClan history - their connection to the marshes, and the family that reigns there - isn't much of a secret, after all. And sure, Boneripple's history in particular is at its basis, but, Gillpaw finds there's one member of the Shadow-borne family of RiverClanners that brings more intrigue than her.

Fogpaw.

Where Gillpaw's words are staggered and repetitious, Fogpaw's are silent, brought on by movements of the foreign apprentice's paws rather than sounds coming from his maw. He doesn't quite understand why the apprentice does it, but it fascinates him all the same, this new language he brings to RiverClan.

And though his stuttering has always been present and has never bothered him much, he thinks it would be helpful to learn Fogpaw's signing. If not to aid in his own communication, then to understand the silent apprentice's.

He can't help but to watch, as Fogpaw goes through his family, one by one, designates signs to them. All variants of one another, all ending with a paw to the heart. Fascinating.

He's got a new skill to memorize, a new thing to train on, with these name signs. And, with Wolverinefang opening the invitation to the rest of RiverClan, the black and white apprentice suspects more will be coming.

Gillpaw steps forward himself, a tilt of his head as he asks, "C-Can y-you... C-can you do my name?" It wouldn't hurt to add his name to Fogpaw's growing repertoire, right?
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[FOGTHIEF]

The apprentice can't help but to smile at his younger sister's bashful reception and he nods heartily, incredibly pleased to have made her happy. She is pretty and he's happy to be able to assure her of that without the tact of words. Beauty, courage, love, and other abstract, non-literal things have always been the hardest for him to convey. His expression slips into surprise when she asks for his sign name in return. It's not been used much, not since he was a child and Boneripple wanted to be clear with him as she explained things. Yet his little sister wanting to communicate in turn in his own language is touching to the eldest child but he tries not to get too sappy. Fogpaw points his paw toward himself then closes his eyes and drifts his paw across them before flexing his toes to emphasize his paw. When he's granted his warrior name, he supposes it'll alter slightly but he can always recognize the first part easily. He tries to make that clear by doing it again by only closing his eyes and swiping the paw over. A full fog blinds.

Fogpaw sucks in a tight breath as he lifts his eyes back up toward the clan but it eases some when he realizes that the gathering is minimal and it's a relief. It's just as well, considering he doesn't particularly command attention with his wordless motions, and Wolverine's booming tone almost makes him cringe. The less the better, though he's grown socially stronger since fleeing the other apprentices a short while back. He hopes.

Fog swallows gently as Clayfur approaches though the tom's been nothing but congenial and pleasant to his family so far. He nods his head in greeting only to part his lips in surprise that he thinks any of them is a 'good one,' as an outsider looking into the apprentice's private machinations. Fog smiles and rolls his eyes just a little at Clay's teasing as he casually repeats his mother's sign for the chocolate tom to see. That's when his face tightens up just a little from anxious thoughts, hoping that his signs will make sense when he has no way to explain it. Well, clay is like mud, he thinks, and mud happens with water and dirt but for the sake of wanting to keep Clay's name short like it is verbally, he just cuts out the water sign for now. Unless they get a Dirtfur in the future, this would do, and he's trying to keep them as concise as possible. Fogpaw stills, a physical silence to indicate he's about to begin. He points to Clayfur prior to sweeping his paw across the ground and he drags one lick against his plumage of chest fluff. Fog repeats it once more so he can memorize it then does his own sign back like an exchange of names.

The color twisted moggy releases a breath he didn't realize he was holding only to pull it in again as someone nearer his age approaches. His apprehension eases when the dark furred apprentice stutters out his own words. It's not as severe an impediment as Fog's forced quiet but he can imagine it probably attracts the ire of some less mature clanmates. Fog trawls his mind, trying to remember the cat before him's name as he'd heard many during his time in the medicine den. His whiskers jump as the memory hits him, as he'd thought that the other tom looked like he fit into his Shadowclan marked black and white family more than the adopted son. Gillpaw, Gillpaw. This one comes with a little less reasoning than Clayfur's though he struggles shortly to remember exactly where those little cuts are on the fish and where that would correlate on a cat. He hadn't eaten many before Riverclan after all. Fogpaw once again stills before he points to Gillpaw. He bows his head for easier reaching then raises both paws briefly to stroke diagonals on each side of his neck then flexes one paw. Again, he repeats it, and again, he follows it with his own sign name as an exchange of names.

He smiles, more relaxed. This is all quickly beginning to feel almost normal and it's strange but sort of... nice.

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