camp i might say something stupid 𓄋 NAME TALK

[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- There is nothing quite exciting about this thus far, for Otterbite. He is simply glad he does not have to experience what Claythorn is currently enduring, stuck to the whims of a pitying warrior to take her out on walks (which she hardly has the energy for) and slowly lose her capabilities as time progressed. His mate, so aggressively independent and self sufficient, is force to swallow her pride as a queen.

It doesn't bring him joy to see her when she's unhappy about it, but always knowing where she is, assured of her safety now that her freedom has become so limited has been... pleasant. His mind does not stray in his hunts to wonder if she is well. His patrols are quiet now that he has no reason to fear a rogue or dog had done her in. He is naive to believe that there is nothing that threatens her here, that the kits growing in her belly aren't just as capable as Lilybloom's were to prove him wrong.

"I like reed for a name, good for a RiverClan kit." They rest in the sunlight, an almost unnatural calm to Otterbite's tone as his chin rest over her growing side. "I want a name where you hear it and think, there's no doubt that's a RiverClan cat. You know?" Their own had been similar cases. Otter's only ever being found in their territory, and Clay the most naturally occurring by the waters. "What are you thinking?"

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[claythorn]

There are few days now when she questions why she agreed to this, and instead focuses on what is to come. Kits, bounding around her paws. Given a life she wasn't, safety- everything she could promise. One where she stood behind them at every corner. One where she was a present mother, instead of the life that Hazel gave to her- abandoned to wilds in which she barely survived.

The kicks still fluttered here and there where they lay- her smaller mate curled against her side. These were perhaps the times she enjoyed most during the whole process, Otterbite pressed close and soft conversations about what was to come. It was rare, and she understood that. He had an apprentice to train, patrols to go on, prey to fish and hunt for. Not every moment could be dedicated to her. Her head turned, reaching as far as she could to press a nose to just behind his ear before answering his question.

Names- she had plenty of time to think on it. Water related ones- those were important, but just as important as naming them for a legacy. After Otterbite, who had promised to keep her and her secret safe. She pulls back slightly when she speaks, her voice a softer one then her normal cool tone. "Wave, duck, pool... all are good ones." She says softly. "Just as good as ones that may be named after you. Strong names, like... Tooth, or Fang." She relaxed a bit in her stance.

When she spoke again, a tiny smile was on her face. "Names that speak to their promised strength. Ones that make sure other cats know they can't be bullied." Claythorn leaned just a hint more into him, eyes half-lidded. "How many do you think? Wonder if you or I will get to mentor one, in time."

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• CLAYTHORN she/her, warrior of riverclan, fifteen moons.
  ⭃ LH chocolate torbie with mismatched golden eyes, scars across her right cheek and over her left ear. cold exterior and threatening glares, built for stamina/battle and not swimming (tall/muscled)
  ⭃ mentored by darkbranch (npc) / / mentoring no one
  ⭃ mated to otterbite / / only child
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by dallas ↛ dallasofnines on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Magpiepaᴡ]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Kits where- strange. They were loud, always running around doing one thing or another and causing mayhem. Yet they were also cute, future of the clan and important. It was a mixture of things really but suppose it was a generally good thing to have more kits in the clan. Though it felt sometimes like there wasn’t enough space for the clan in the midst of its reed-covered enclave. Then again, it could be just the small amount of claustrophobia they felt when there was too many around them and that tended to happen often in camp. So was it really a problem or just them being bothersome?

Regardless, they couldnt help but over hear the conversation that Otterbite and Claythorn were having. It had been licking at their front paws, mud had lodged itself between its toes, and the young cat glanced over curiously for a moment. Names? Claythorn suggests strong names while Otterbite wants names that suggest Riverclanner, and it makes them roll their eyes internally as if they did externally they’d surely get a barbed tongue from one of them.

Suppose they never thought of names for future kits, and they wondered what they’d name them- if they ever had any. Magpiepaw didnt even like a cat right now so why would they think of names? Yet as they sat there it crossed their mind, maybe names after their family like their mother and father or pretty names after the river they so loved. They were to be a warrior soon and maybe one day theyll have their own little family like Otterbite and Claythorn had, something out of nothing.

“I think at least four,” They interject a guess of how many there will be, and they shrug slightly in response. Not that Claythorn looked like she had more than a few, but it had to be more than two of them right? They were no medicine cat though and were merely making ideas of what could be, “Riverfang is a pretty cool, riverclanner name too,”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎┌── I will not break ⋅❁⋅ I will shut the world away ──┐‎

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  MAGPIEPAW ✩ they/it, Apprentice of Riverclan, 11 moons.
  ⭃ a long haired black and white cat with blue eyes and a lithe build, long legs and narrow muzzle.
  ⭃ Sibling to Gladefrost and Frecklepaw // Friend to Mothpaw, Midnightash and Turtlepaw // Mentored by Hawkcloud
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by you ↛ @wolf_1997 on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[Pinepaw ⭒]

-ˋˏ ༻ ❆༺ ˎˊ- Kits were not something Pinepaw could imagine as an extension of herself quite yet. When the concept came to mind, it was always the picture of her mother and two brothers that she thought of, a queen and her kits. So, names for kittens in general never crossed her mind, either. Why would they?

Otterbite and Claythorns conversations is stumbled upon by coincidence alone, but Pinepaw’s attention is caught, more specifically when Otterbite speaks of an undoubtedly RiverClan name. The apprentice frowns, Crabpaw, Cragpaw, and Shellpaw immediately come to mind- even Splashpaw. Hmph.

Magpiepaw joining in on the conversation opens a door for Pinepaw to vocalize her own brewing thoughts, half-baked but ready to be spoken. “I woulda poked fun at a kit named duck.” Earnest feedback, since Claythorn seems to be so worried ‘bout it. Magpiepaw suggests Riverfang, and Pinepaw frowns. They already have a Riverpaw, Shellpaw’s littermate. Or they did. Pinepaw merely shrugs, not having any input on the potential number of kits in the queens belly.

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  PINEPAW ✩ she/her, apprentice of riverclan, 6 moons.
  ⭃ stocky, coarse-furred tortoiseshell she-cat with large, white dipped forepaws, a white tail tip and muzzle. Honey hued optics take the shape of almonds.
  ⭃ apprenticed to Iciclefang.
  ⭃ daughter of Iciclefang && Stormywing ࿏ sister to Cragpaw && Crabpaw
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking
  ⭃ penned by Noor ↛ @toyangel on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[shellpaw]

when she approaches, they are discussing names — and shellpaw can say that she hadn’t really given much thought to that. she could hardly think of what her warrior name could be ( shellshine? shellcloud? shelltail? ), let alone what she would name a litter of kits. magpiepaw even throws in a warrior name for the kits and shellpaw cannot even begin to fathom that, so she croaks a lame, " well they can’t give, give ‘em their full name, " instead, because . . she definitely couldn’t be trusted with something so important. maybe one day, she could see herself having a little glitterkit, or a marblekit. something pretty, something she liked and would have to hope, pray they liked, too. twinklepaw seemed to turn out pretty fine, though.

there is a small, selfish part of her that jerks away at the mere mention of another river. she squeezes her eyes closed, then pops them open, hoping it looked only like a twinging blink.

i woulda poked fun at a kit named duck, pinepaw says simply, and shellpaw bursts into a little fit of laughter at the honesty of it. the weight suddenly pressing her chest lifts as she leans against her, " but it’s soo cute, though. " she coos placatingly, giving claythorn and otterbite an apologetic glance that’s become second nature in the ventures at her best friends side, " i think reedkit and poolkit are really pretty too if, um, if you don’t mind me saying . . " it was strong, weaves thoughts of swimming and fishing prowess that her own litter was named for. their destiny lies there, and perhaps that’s why names come so easily to a new parent — perhaps they knew deep down the kind of cat their little one would be. maybe she would know, someday.

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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[otterbite]

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- It would have normally grossed Otterbite to no end seeing his Clanmates wrapped around one another like this. So openly, too! The tom never envisioned himself in their position and instead always preferred the distance he placed between himself and his Clanmates. Sharing the space of a nest was the furthest he had allowed for so long.

A lazy smirk curved at his muzzle as he tipped his head closer. "After you... I'd think Copperkit. They have to look the part, though. Would you pass on Clay at all?" He was a bit more selfish in that regard... He didn't want to share a name with another, his kit would resemble him in their own creative way.

The exact reason he normally kept himself reserved from these moments began to occur, a small group of apprentices arrived to judge their conversation. Magpiepaw's suggestion is bold, given Smokestar's kin that disappeared not long ago (a moon? two moons?), and said kins littermate rolled in after.

"Someone already has that name." He reminded the apprentice dryly, but Shellpaw's compliment smoothed over any tension. Reed and Pool were sound names, they would just have to wait to see if their little pelts fit the names. "Whatever we choose, we won't wait long to do it. Don't need another set of kits that don't know what they are."

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  OTTERBITE ✩ he/him, warrior of riverclan, seventeen moons.
  ⭃ scruffy blue/black chimera with a white tail-tip and green eyes. noticeable kinked whiskers
  ⭃ adopted son to pikesplash // former apprentice to coyotecreek
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay requires permission / / underline and tag when attacking or making an action toward
  ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by beatae ↛ gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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