private waiting for the sun ✧ naming

[Orangestar]

"We need to name them." Orangestar murmurs after some time, gaze skating over the two gingery bundles of fur nestled at her side. They're a day old now, wispy pelts dry and bellies milk-rounded, and for now she feels content with them at her side. She does not think about the life she'd lost- or rather, tries not to, but she swears she can still see the phantom presence of Sheepcurl watching her with sad hazel eyes from the shadows of her den. Her eyes drop to the older kit, cream-furred, but some vague reminder of Cloudberrythorn's newborn appearance ringing in the back of her mind at the sight of her son.

"I think Lambkit, for ... For him, I think." She doesn't elaborate on why. Every time she had tried to mention her lifegivers as such, the words had died in her throat against her will. She doesn't trust that Slatesnarl would understand the necessity of this name, the urge to honour her friend in at least one of her kits. StarClan willing, he would find himself a personality that reflects the name.

As for her daughter, the patchy stripes on her face and tail don't allow Orangestar to muse on much else than, "I always wanted to name a kit Raccoonkit."

That suggestion, however, feels half-hearted. It's a nice name, but it's not right. Would Slatesnarl have a better idea?

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• // @SLATESNARL @LAMBKIT @UNNAMED KIT ♡
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• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | six lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — mate to slatesnarl ; no apprentice
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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[LAMBKIT]

A name. Something so simple. Lambkit is nothing more than a droplet of golden fur tucked into orange and white. He kneads at his mother’s stomach, kitten claws poking out of their sheaths unknowingly as he does. If Orangestar were to flinch at their touch, he would pull away and give voice to his disdain, and if that weren’t the cause then it would be some other thing, like the cool wind dancing into the den and ruffling his fur, a errant paw from his sibling reaching out to smack him in the face. He cries out in indignation at the world.

When his mother names him Lambkit, he thinks nothing of it. Just like he thinks nothing of the other who is named Raccoonkit. Thinks nothing of the nose that brushes against the top of his head, a loving gesture, but one he cries out at all the same, his high pitched mews conveying his anger at being disturbed.

For Sheepcurl, for the life his mother lost to give breath to him and his sister, he is named Lambkit.

-ˋˏ ༻❁✿❀༺ ˎˊ- but I'd stand in the garden with you

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  LAMBKIT SKYCLAN KITTEN ; HE / HIM
  SLATE X ORANGESTAR LITTERMATE TO TBNKIT ; HALF BROTHER TO CHERRYBLOSSOM, OWLHEART, GLIMMERSUN, TAWNYCLAW & EGGBOUNCE
  

  A fluffy cream coated tom with mismatched white socked toes, a white marking blazing a trail down his face, and striking blue eyes.

  ✿ easy in battle + no formal training
  ✿ difficult to befriend
  ✿ Peaceful + healing power-play allowed, anything else with permission only
  

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[RAMKIT]

She sleeps; existing is exhausting and new moments draw to new minutes. They flutter into new hours and soon enough a new day dawns on her, and being so precious and new herself, she cannot welcome it yet. She finds comfort in lying close to her brother, to her mother. She knows so little but at least here, she knows she is safe, that she can eat when she wants. Her mother's voice rumbles beyond her, stirring her slightly - a dull clawed paw slaps her brother with little care as he is named.

She twists in discomfort, wriggling ever closer to Orangestar as if she is trying to burrow into the other's skin. Raccoonkit is named with little flare, little acknowledgement. She kneads the soft fur before her and rests once again, her wobbly body relaxing as sleep returns swiftly.
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[SLATESNARL]

It's hard to believe that they're here. Just a few moons ago, Slatesnarl had mustered the courage to admit to Orangestar his romantic feelings for her, and now they had a family. The Maine Coon felt a constant sting of regret for missing out on the majority of his mate's pregnancy while bedridden, but he was here now and that mattered the most... right?

Sharp gaze unusually softened and half-lidded, the former lead warrior curls around the ginger-splashed molly and admires his newborns as they mewl and squirm about. Names... right. Slatesnarl hadn't had much time to think about them, especially following Orangestar's loss of life and the panic surrounding it. He had come up with a few while confined to the medicine den, but neither of them he felt were really solid.

Even then, the leader's initial suggestion surprises Slatesnarl. It is unexpected to hear such a soft bestowment from such a fierce, stalwart clan protector. "Lambkit? Really?" His instinctive reaction wasn't so much as a rude scoff, but a faux brow was definitely arched in uncertainty.

After a couple of moments of reflection, as well as flicking his gaze back toward his son to study him ( he was pretty fuzzy like a sheep, wasn't he? ), Slatesnarl supposes that it could stay. It wasn't his favorite name, not by a longshot, and as much as he desired to change it he could not argue with the life that Ora gave up to bring him into the world. "Hopefully he will be tougher than his name." The Maine Coon murmurs. That, he thinks, he will make sure of.

Orangestar's next name recommendation is just as surprising, albeit for a different reason. Out of all of the names that their children could have... Ora wanted to name one after raccoons? He's aware of his mate's affinity for the dark-eyed critters, of course, but Slatesnarl doesn't enjoy the idea of it manifesting onto the identity of his daughter. "I'm startin' to think you like raccoons more than me." The Maine Coon grunts, not outright agreeing to the suggestion.

He watches his kit as she flexes her ivory daggers, ones that would inevitably see battle. She would be a fine fighter, one fit to serve her mother, one who would make him proud. If she was anything like her parents, she would be a formidable opponent. "What d'you think of Clawkit?" Slatesnarl asks after a few moments of contemplation. Naming a child after a desirable quality made much more sense to him... plus, it sounded better than Raccoonkit.

𝟒𝟐𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐉𝐈𝐌 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑 ✹ . + ˚ · 𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐎𝐋-𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐍

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  — slatesnarl / 43 moons / he/him
  — skyclan warrior & former lead warrior
  — mate to orangestar / father to tbn & tbn
  — lh solid black maine coon w/ rusting, amber eyes. scars litter his form but are prominently present on his face.
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[Orangestar]

"I'd never give him the same name as her." Orangestar murmurs, distantly surprised that the words slip free of her maw. But I need to honour her somehow. She's never had luck in discussing who bestowed her nine lives, but the image of Sheepcurl's mournful expression still sits clear as day in her mind's eye as she slipped away. Her ears twitch, and she leans down to touch her nose gently to Lambkit's forehead.

Slate's gruff comment stirs a spark of amusement in her. She doesn't answer him outright, but the sidelong look Orangestar gives Slate might just imply an agreement to his comment. Raccoons were an interesting, clever creature, one which she doesn't see a lot of anymore. Slate is ... well, Orangestar couldn't just outright say the opposite about her mate, but his tendency for brute force certainly opposes the finesse with which she knows raccoons carry themselves with. Time would tell if their daughter took after her sire, or her name.

Yet, still, she doesn't know if it fits ... Though Slate's suggestion hardly does either.

"Clawkit would be hard to award a graduation name to." She answers him, tiredness blunting the wicked edge of her answer. A compromise touches her gaze. "If she grows up a fighter, maybe she will have it as a warrior's name."

She thinks of Tawnyclaw then, expression tightening just slightly with something akin to guilt. Maybe not.

ooc ✧ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘥𝘨𝘦

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• 
  
  [ art by pin ]
• ORANGESTAR ✧ she/her, leader of skyclan | six lives
  
  
  — "a scarred white-and-ginger she-cat with brown eyes."
  — mate to slatesnarl ; no apprentice
  — speech is in #D2977D
  — tags | penned by mercibun, contact on discord for plots.
  
  
  
  

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