HOW WAS THE WORLD? ◜♡◞ BLACKWATER

[BLACKPAW]

"Hey, how come your name is Blackwater? Do you just really love water?"

The inquiries are blunt, though, rather unintended by the genuine curiosity that Diable's eyes bear all bright, her head tilted to the side with innocence as they remain by the camp entrance when the warrior planned to leave for fishing. The name tradition these Clans have are unusual, yet, poetic in a way from the associations and meanings that they represent. She had been given strange looks from certain clanmates about her own, questions that always linger as a sting: What does Diable mean? A shrug would be the most that she could answer with, but she knows better that it is meant to be an inspiration after an ugly stain that was violently made against her existence. She bears this infernal name the way that a fighter holds their scars with wild burning pride. Yet, the longer she stays with the reeds and rivers, she finds herself contemplating more on changing her name to fit with RiverClan better.

Although what parts of this wonderful and terrible world can speak about her in a perfect beautiful harmony?

It is a personal question Diable wishes that she can answer soon enough. For now, gathering references is the least she can do to better understand the Clan name custom, with Blackwater being one of the RiverClanners who she can consult to. Memories of him saving her lost self flickers across her mind. He showed an excellent swimming skill that can be expressed with his name, she assumes. Though, she knows it's best if she were to get the details from the warrior himself, hence, she stands before Blackwater with an unending fascination that is brighter than the sun and moon and stars combined. Maybe he can help her brainstorm some Clan names that she can go by. "I enjoy playing with the water a lot!" It's fitting enough that she'd be stranded in RiverClan out of anywhere. "I wonder if you have a twin sibling named Whitefire..." Diable laughs a half joke, the rest a true twinkling admiration.

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[Blackwater]

Blackwater's life had resumed its typicality after the unforeseen scare presented to him in the form of a tattered body cast to shore by the tide. He wouldn't go as far as to say he enjoyed his routine, however it would taste a lie to say that it did not give him some sense of purpose or provided some much needed structure to a life that was, at times, quite unpredictable. Diable's existence and the fact she was now a permanent resident of the clan she had been surrendered to by the will of the water was a testament to that.

As if on que, she would present herself to him now- an eager pace with eyes glittering with an insatiable hunger and taste for knowledge regarding what she had yet to understand. Her determination and blazing passion was palpable...it was inspiring even, given where she had been such a short time before. Kits were known to bounce back well enough, however there was something about this one that rivalled such a generalization. She was made for more, her spirit intertwined with immovable fervor. Admittedly, Blackwater had not paid much mind to her presence after handing her off to Moonbeam the day of her discovery besides checking in from the entrance of the den with a presence as fleeting as the rotating seasons- he was too consumed by his sickening cycles of duty and crashing down onto unwelcoming earth with aching bones and a trembling figure.

Hey, how come your name is Blackwater? Do you just really love water?

He shifted his weight between his paws with uncertainty before slowly turning around to face the little molly who had positioned herself before him. Her voice was not held back by hesitance, her inquisitive expression fixated upon his own much more languid one with anticipation. When he did not respond, she carried on in an attempt to break down his thinly veiled barrier.

I enjoy playing with the water a lot! ...I wonder if you have a twin sibling named Whitefire...

She giggled halfheartedly at her own joke, something that Blackwater did not share. He was not angry, not annoyed, not bothered by her presence, despite how outwardly it may seem as such. Rather, he was uncertain, wary, and...melancholic. Blackwater was not one to discuss himself or his personal matters, much less his past, with the majority of those he surrounded himself with- not even Foxtail, who he hailed with a much more open mind and fuller heart than others. A suppressed topic of conversation was he, and yet he found himself struggling to turn away such a strong-willed attempt to connect and learn. It would be a disservice to her and a shame on him.

"My name is a testament to my appearance. Blackwater, for my dark stripes mimic the rippling pattern of the river's tide." He would allow himself a pause then, as if he was unsure whether or not to say more. "A gift graciously given to me by my mother, Silvertide." He would avoid the comment about a sibling altogether, for he felt it unnecessary to discuss what could have been as opposed to what is. Perhaps he could have, had he not been the only kit of his litter to make it past their first few breaths.

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  BLACKWATER — HE/HIM ･ 25 MOONS ･ RIVERCLAN WARRIOR ･ PENNED BY SLOANE

  SH blue tabby/blue chimera with low white. born to riverclan and eternally devoted to their ranks, he often prioritizes the wellbeing of others over himself and is prone to doing much more than he is physically capable of as a means to prove not only to others that he is deserving of his position, but also to himself. although not something he displays externally, he is imbittered and melancholic regarding his physical ailments and incapability. despite this repressed mental unrest, he is quite laid-back and gentle towards those around him, often content to converse and connect to any who may desire it- although admittedly, he is not the most observant or quick-witted when it comes to recognizing social cues.