pafp hot n' cold — name discussion

[DAWNSTORM]

die with memories , not dreams .
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He still couldn’t help but refer to his family by their original names, Smokethroat calling them loner names, but he hadn’t understood that. He wasn’t lonely? Maybe he was, and he just hadn’t realized it. The tom blinked. Or was that something else that went over his head? He was pretty bad at socializing—Oh, I should pay attention. He blinked, shuffling awkwardly, cueing in Sasha’s ( no no no Cedarblaze’s ) voice.

“Cedarblaze.” He tested the name again. “Dawnstorm.” Muttering his own, tone deadpan.

They were discussing their names, or well the meaning behind them. “Am I big?” He glanced down at his bulky frame, blinking languidly. Was that why Smokethroat gave him his name? His dual-toned optics flickered to the sky, staring at the enormous expanse of blue sky. Was he really that big? He wasn’t like most of the RiverClanners, taking on his father’s larger build. He wasn’t sleek or small. He looked plain. Not like the waking sky, rising above the horizon in a blemish of bright colors.

“Multiple colors?” He further added, gaze crinkled. “I’m very plain looking.” It was the closest he’d say to being ugly. Not that he cared. Dawnstorm never really bothered with appearances. His paw absently poked at an older scar, muzzle wrinkling in curiosity.

Instead, the dual-toned warrior glanced at Cedarblaze’s fur, leaning forward before settling back. “You look like wood.” He bluntly stated. Pretty wood. Oh, he didn’t do that right, did he?

/ please wait for @CEDARBLAZE ​

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thought speech​

 

[SASHA]

"Ceeeedaaarblazeeee. Ceceduhduhbuhbuhlaze. CEDARBLAZE!" Maybe she and Dawnstorm were getting funny looks from the Riverclanners by saying their names. It was first to be told her name along with her friends were loner names. What a loner was she had no clue or how Riverclan's names weren't loner names as well. Names like Petalnose, Snakeblink, and Smokethroat were weird to her. When she had first heard their names she thought whoever named them was either dumb or was just having a little too much fun. Now that she had her own weird name, it didn't feel like her own. She was only renamed not too long ago, so maybe that could be part of it? I still feel more like a Sasha than a Cedarblaze. She doesn't really remember how she and Kae-Dawnstorm ended up just saying their names and testing how it felt on their tongues. "Kaed-Dawnstorm! Dawn. Storm. Dawhnstooooorrrmmmm~" maybe it was getting ridiculous at this point. She shook her head, it's hard for her to think of Kaede as anything other than Kaede.

Anyway, here comes their usual discussions. Discussions being Dawnstorm asking her questions and her responding. Given how literally he took things, she was careful with her wording. "If you're asking if that's why you were given your name, I don't think so. Dunno if they would give you storm for being big. At that point you should've been called Big... Bigwhatever. But, yes Kaede... Dawnstorm you are big. That's not a bad thing." Knowing him, he'd probably wish he could shrink. He's got low esteem enough as it is. She can't really say she cares for his size. He's not someone she feels unsafe around to think about what approach to take when fighting him. His father on the other hand... That was another story for another time.

Cedarblaze followed his eyes. Why am I looking at the sky too? Dunno where else to look, he looked up, I look up. "I don't think so? Ugh why these names gotta be so weird?! Makes me wanna tear my fur out! Just kidding, but cats... Where'd they get Dawn from?" At his comment of being plain looking she scowls at him. Once again he's saying very mean things about himself and she's not having it. It's all because of your jerk dad, feedin' you all those lies. "Dawnstorm, you're handsome. And your eyes? One of the most handsome eyes I've seen. Trust me when I say, if you tried asking for dates, Wooo boy, there will be many who'd jump at the chance. You ain't plain looking, thank you very much. Now admit you're handsome!" An odd turn of events. Imagine being gassed up and learning that your friend thinks you're handsome. Although, Cedarblaze is unaware she spilled that part. Wanting nothing more than to eliminate lies he's been fed and believes.

An irritated eye twitch she gives him at his comment. "Wood. Did you. Just say. I look like wood?" She doesn't even give him room to answer, immediately adding "Don't answer it. It was rhetorical." She may seem rude to onlookers, but she knows Dawnstorm. He takes things literally and more than likely would think she was serious about her question. She is aware her pelt is brown and that it is akin to the color of wood, but the fact that he would casually say that to her is more than enough to punt him into the river. Actually, it appears that her body has already moved and she has her paws on Dawnstorm's shoulders. He would be able to see her forced smile up close, it was evident that she didn't particularly like being compared to wood. Amber eyes refocus and finally she takes in his face. The forced irritated smile drops and what's left is a blank expression. One that might rival Dawnstorm's own.

Shoot. I kinda almost actually pushed him into the water. Ugh. Remember what Frond says. And. We don't want to be like Kae-Da-Kaede's stupid father. With that in mind, she awkwardly pats his shoulder as if she wasn't going to shove him moments ago. "Sorry, Kaede. I... I got mad at being called wood," she whispers to him and only him. She hated apologizing. It was weak. She was not weak, but... This is Kaede. I've known him since forever. He's stuck with me even though I can be mean. One paw at a time. To move on from immense feeling of disgust that came with apologizing she chuffed, "Just kidding! Did I scare ya?' She pats his shoulders again and there's a mischievous glint in her eyes. "I am the best looking wood you'll ever see and not to mention I'm on fire! Literally! Cedarblaze! My name is wood on fire, so basically they're saying I am pretty cool! Look atcha Kae-Dawnstorm! Super smart Dawnstorm, getting the hang of these names!"​

 

[lichenstar]

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Wow these guys were weird sometimes... Most times really.

It was like they never stopped chanting their names after that ceremony. It made her giggle, honestly. They were... excited? Hopefully... or maybe it was just confusion. Lichentail remembered her own transition to the new system of naming-- most of RiverClans warriors were old enough to remember it actually. "Yanno, my name used to be Micah actually," they chime in, smiling in sharing that little trivia with new faces. Dawnstorm seems a little more than distraught by the backstory to his name and she can't help but worry for his genuine frustration.

"Smokethroat wouldn't do that," comes her encouragement-- as much as he didn't love strangers, their deputy never struck her as malicious or cruel in such a way. "I'm sure your names have thoughtful intentions to them- it's useless to speculate if it's just going to upset you though. Why not ask him?"

Cedarblaze is completely unphased of course... and still struggles with bouncing between names despite her best efforts. Lichentail opts to ignore the commentary of reciprocated beauty (she is admittedly, a little uglied by her moons, and also not interested in either of them romantically) but is glad to hear some amount of confidence from them. "It'll get easier with time..."​

 

[hazecloud]

The new addition to RiverClan had occurred before her return, but seeing the friendly faces more frequently had been exciting for the molly! They all had new names that Hazecloud felt matched them rather well, at least for those she had known before she left. Deacon's especially, given their prickly humor though she was careful to keep that to herself.

Hazecloud padded forward not to far behind Lichentail, gently leaning against the point. "There's more cats here with changed names than not." Hazecloud chimed in after the Lead with an affirmative nod. Smokethroat, even, had received his name by their now late leader. All their names had traces of themselves within them, her own marking her proficiency in stealth.

"Does it feel more official now, joining the life of a warrior?" Part of her wondered what kind of strengths they would bring aside from being fishers. Hopefully they would acclimate well, hearing the strength they pulled against the beavers gave her some hope they would be able to defend themselves against another WindClan attack. ​