camp I AM MY OWN MUSE ◜♡◞ CLAN NAME BRAINSTORMING

[BLACKPAW]

"What should my Clan name be?"

Diable paces by the side of the camp in deep thoughts across the gentle afternoon, her expression solemn and claws digging within surface. Still since the past few days, has she been trying to seek what Clan name she can go by. Will the leader be the one to bestow her the new name or does she get to have the choice of renaming herself, shedding what will be a past self to a brighter one in the image of RiverClan? The list of name ideas is infinite to a small innovative soul, yet, Diable can't seem to find any that fits her best. Nothing from the list seems to speak about her as beautifully as she would like. The world keeps moving and she exists in it alone.

"Spottedkit?" Now she sounds rather silly like this. "Quickkit?" But is she as truly fast? "Dawnkit?" 'It's more prettier than me to deserve to be called this.' Diable grimaces and catches a reflection from the river by her. She gazes upon it, though, only sees nothing more than a lost kit. She thinks about the names borne by Blackwater and Ravendusk, these parts of them that are special in their poetic meanings. She wants her Clan name to be like theirs, an endless echo of their vigorous existences. The more strange looks and jugdmental comments that she would receive over her name, the greater shame runs through her veins, feeling unbelonged to RiverClan.

"You should go by Fishkit since you know so much about fishes," a jest from a nearby RiverClanner who have heard her self given question. As indeed a lover of water creatures, Diable faces them with amused snort and rolls her eyes, her tongue a quickfire, "Hah, If I go by a Clan name after fishes, I'd hope I can soon grow fins and a capability to breath underwater just like them!" Yet, the concept of herself being a cat-fish does sound rather... appealing. At least she can find the Everblue a lot easier that way. Though, eventually, her face scrunches at a forming terrible thought: Wouldn't that make her a prey in the greedy eyes of the fishes' archenemies as well in the end?

A frustrated sigh falls.

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OOC. The Fishkit comment RiverClanner is a NPC, but anyone is welcome to fill that role! Also, please, do not ICly suggest "Blackkit" as this is the name Diable herself will end up choosing to go by!
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[shellpaw]

she watches her plod about in circles with a twinkle of amusement glimmering deep in strawberry - tinged eyes, the deep water taste of trout growing secondary in her wondering mind. the girl is a teeny thing ; scrawny as she’d been, maybe . . but with twice the spirit, personality punching into each plundering step she takes. shellpaw pushes scrap - held bones aside, whisking her tongue across damp maw, ” spottedkit is cute. “ she muses along, turning to lounge on lilac - saddled side and letting ivory curls splay a frosted halo around her bony figure. she sniffs, squinting against the greenleaf sun at the sheen of golden light that encases her, the glitter of midas - brushed coat stapled in even collections of rosetted tabby, ” or maybbbee something like . . goldkit. “ she’d never seen anything like it, really . . like morning on still waters, the kitten glows. shellpaw’d never heard a name like the one the molly had, either — bites her tongue on the urge to utter it aloud, to feel the odd and unsettling way it fits her tongue. she wasn’t even sure if she remembered it correctly . . dibble, or something like it.

spottedkit, dawnkit, quickkit, fishkit. she cracks a small - toothed grin, sniffing ever - running nose up with a little puff of air, ” mistybird always says that, um . . well, she says that what you’re named can shape your destiny so may — maybe you will. you’ll be a better swimmer than all of us, then. “ she purrs, squinting sugared amber eyes the kitten’s direction and trying, not for the first time, to put herself in his paws . . born outside of riverclan walls. phantom memories of heavy snow and frostbite eat at her mind, but she only curls the thick of her lilac tail around alabaster belly and basks in the gleam of sunlight beating down from above, ” or we can call, call you swimmykit if, if you don’t want all the scales ‘n fins ‘n stuff . . “ birdsong soft tease, though a frown pulls at her maw upon the frustrated puff of a sigh. she couldn’t blame her for it . . she would do so too, if smokestar had named her something like dibblekit.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ° 𓇼 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

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  SHELLPAW 𓆉 SHE / HER. TEN MOONS OLD, APPRENTICE OF RIVERCLAN, MENTORED BY LICHENSTAR ; SMELLS LIKE SALT & RIVER BLOOMS. HAZECLOUD xx LICHENSTAR, NIECE TO SMOKESTAR. PENNED BY ANTLERS ----------------- ° ❀ ⋆
  frail alabaster molly with lilac striping and watery amber eyes.
  
  she is pallid ; platinum splotched with ribbons of dovey lilac curls, wisped ends like memories of a distant shore and plush enough to conceal the juts of malnutrition beneath. tufted elderdown fur conceals a body worn fragile by tumultuous youth, too thin in some places and round with baby fat in others. her face is short - muzzled, framed half mast by eyes coined rheumy, rosen amber. the anemic cold pink - purple at tender paws and nose tell a lifetime of sickness, further made obvious by the feathering weakness in half - whispered tones.
  

  CHRONICALLY ILL ; prone to wheezing, nose at a constant drip from longterm illness - induced nasal polyps. not contagious.

  
  

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[BLACKPAW]

Her restless paws halt on furious track at an instant when a sweet musing follows shortly after the Fishkit suggestion... Spottedkit is a cute name? "Oh." Her gaze fixated on Shellpaw, eyes of fire burning more, she puffs her chest out as suddenly taking a lovely pride in coming up with that idea, even though the picky part of her still doesn't think it fits her best. Her name must carry the most strength to it that can make the world shudder in utter awe. Diable's ears flick with interest at Goldkit. She looks at her pelt that shares the trait with the sun through its primary colour: Light spreading, love bringing. "Goldkit does sound nice," she adds this as one of her few highest options.

She listens to Shellpaw closely, curious to know what else she have to say. Surprise flares deeper. "You... you actually think so?" That she have the potential of being an excelled swimmer— a better one than the whole RiverClan itself? Diable's cheeks heaten and her gaze averts. She often dreams dearly of having that skill sharpened greatly by the time she reaches full maturity. How she dreams that with this ability, she can discover the Everblue that she hears often about since a few moons ago. She understands name is the first important aspect for an individual to bear about themself. Diable bites her cheek flesh at a name the terrible tom gave to her— Three—

Diable mutters a, "Excuse me for a moment," to Shellpaw before running behind the nursery den. A near minute passes and when she returns, the little time being unenough for her to clear the bashfulness that rests in her chest, Diable reveals a cream shell to the apprentice. At the tease, she snorts, then cracks into a warm laughter and in a few seconds, magical of a chime, everything around her seems to glow. "Goldswimmer might just be the perfect full Clan name for me." Destiny is a synonym of such ugly strain the terrible tom threw around, as blood marked, three claw scars borne for her. But as he's no longer present, she's determined to be the master of her fate.

Gently, slowly, with so much love even for someone who she is not most famillar with, Diable places a beloved shell on top of the sweet youth's head. Her lips twitch into a bright smile. She isn't fond of nicknames, though, for just Shellpaw, if this is not the path her spirit will align with in the end, then she won't mind Shellpaw calling her Goldswimmer as so. "Well, I know with a name that have a shell part, you'll become one of the prettiest she-cats ever!" Her words come across more of a declaration than a compliment by how completely certain Diable is, yet feeling flustered by the emotional impact of Shellpaw's earlier comment, but they still stand as the gold blazing truth.

Diable believes Shellpaw can reach as high as the sun and moon, all bright.
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[RAVENDUSK]

" Mistybird has always had words of wishdom to share." Ravendusk after having overheard these two conversation joined in from a distance as they lay neatly placed in the sun to rest close by the river. It was about time for Diable to change their name thinking a far better name could be picked out for her than the current one she had. A name most of the times had a powerful meaning to it, not one to easily disown, however there were times in fact when it was necessery or appropriate to do so. More convinced then ever he was sure now was a such time. " Gold for sure is a name destined for greatness...it would fit you very well. He could do nothing but to agree with Shellpaw who had come up with a nice and well fitting name for Diable who deserved nothing less then a name like that. The child with a heart of gold.

It was amusing to see how giving Diable was to everyone she crossed paths with. Recently they had been gifted a beautiful red stone from them which he had put into his nest to look after like the treasure it was. Now it was Shellpaw's turn to be meet with the same special care. It filled his lonely heart with a spark of joy, to see a such prectious pearl. To think it was possible for someone like Diable to exist in this world...to live so close to them. It was like watching a sparkling pearl on the shore among ordinary lifeless stones.

A soft delicate smile sneaked itself up on his maw as he watched the two's interaction. Although how well fitted Goldkit would have been for this lil ray of sunlight there was a different name at the end that find its way to his thoughts. " Sparkle." Ravendusk closed his eyes as he softly mumbled it out. That would have been the name Ravendusk would have given Diable if she had been his child. She was just like the sea that sparkled when the sunlight touched its surface. She was the reason to why the sea was so beautiful to look at.
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