private with a halo at your head .. flintpaw

[lilacfur]

A warm patch of sun opened it's heart in the marsh where Lilacfur sat beside Flintpaw. Her nephew had reached her shoulder now, grown into his paws and ears. Into a ShadowClan warrior and she hoped, prayed, grew beyond the associations his father left behind. To be an example to his cousins, her own kittens, that blood was not everything. Shared blood did not make one evil, being evil was not something one was born as but shaped into.

She knew ShadowClan was a hard life to love, to be loved in. For some reason love turned to poison in the marshes, and she fought to keep any sliver of light and joy that came around. Skunktail's sons, her own children, Starlingheart's brood. Lilacfur would sink her claws into her kin to keep them close, but some still managed to slip by where she couldn't see. Ghostpaw, Nettlepaw, Chittertongue...

"Are you nervous about your warrior name?" The rosette asked as she pulled a downy feather from her tail. "I can try to give Chilledstar some suggestions if there's a few you really like." She teased but, in truth she wanted Flintpaw to love her name. To make sure it was untouched by any influence or reminder of her past. Something entirely for her. "I think Flintfur sounds nice but, I might be a little biased. Maybe something like Flintflame? Shows your loyalty, any ambitions... Or Flintcloud! Clouds can be graceful, they're quiet and soft." If Ghostpaw and Nettlepaw were here, she would imagine they would all be sitting with her, pondering over their names. Maybe Nettlepaw would have taken up her offer in asking for a specific name, too.

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  //@FLINTPAW
  

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• LILACFUR ✩ she/her, 20 moons, mother to marblekit and sycamorekit
  ⭃ lh lilac rosette with yellow eyes (carrying cinnamon, solid), a torn ear and claw marks beside her eye.
  ⭃ peaceful and healing powerplay permitted / / underline and tag when attacking ↛ see battle info here
  ⭃ penned by this loser ↛ @gonkpilled on discord, feel free to dm for plots.
  

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[FLINTWISH]

They sit together in the sun. Flintpaw has always enjoyed Lilacfur's company; she is family, and family is perhaps easier to stand than a majority of her clanmates. But family wasn't everything — she'd learned it the hard way when Granitepelt had admitted to all that sin; when Granitepelt had looked upon her in that sickbed with only disgust in his eyes. In his absence, she pictures him warmer than he'd ever been. She wishes she didn't.

It's Flintpaw's turn to get his warrior name soon. Like so many kin before him, he will be granted a new name, one that would shape the rest of his life, one that he feels nauseous about receiving. Still he has been tittering about it for days now between many different clanmates. Sharpshadow had tried encouraging him; Starlingheart had praised the softness of his own proposed name; now Lilacfur jests about something generational. Through his anxiety-induced paralysis, a grimacing smile twitches into view on his muzzle.

"I like Flintflame. I told Starlingheart about, um... maybe Flintpetal," he answers, ears twitching. It still didn't sound quite right — too... feminine, maybe. Mismatched hues squint, searching Lilacfur's face for a reaction. Her suggestions had been decent; Flintflame sounded a little fierce, but it's not like Flintpaw is known for his kindness, either. "But I'm not sure. I...."

She trails off. Her mouth has gone dry. If any of his littermates should be receiving their warrior names, it should be Nettlepaw, not him. Nettlepaw had been a good apprentice, a good ShadowClanner, a good cat; one far better than Flintpaw, anyway. Prickly, lonesome Flintpaw. What kind of warrior name would Chilledstar choose for him? He can't picture their white-gashed face giving him anything particularly sweet. Would they even be able to bestow a name upon him when he looked so similar to the cat who had taken one of their lives?

"I don't know. I don't think that I, um... I don't feel like I'm ready." Maybe Forestshade thought differently; maybe Lilacfur did, too. But the thought of a warrior name sets Flintpaw's heart thrumming with fear. How could he possibly be ready for warriorhood if that was the case?

𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧ 𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

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  — flintkit . flintpaw . flintwish
  — he / they / she ; warrior of shadowclan
  — short-haired solid blue tom with low white and blue/green heterochromatic eyes
  — "speech" ; thoughts
  — chibi by sixbane, signature by dreamydoggo
  — penned by meghan

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