Who: Firepaw and all his various friends (including an open prompt!)
What: Quests, training, feelings jams, etc etc etc
Where: All over the place!
When: April
Warnings: References to cat injury/death in the Exhaustion prompt
(This is a fake cut, there's prompts below!)
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So the temporary-pelt doesn't bother her—not in that way, at least. She titters.
I'm really glad you're here, he says. Her laughter stops for a moment, and her claws slowly drop away from her ears as she turns to stare at him, as if in disbelief. He's only a kitten, after all, with the friendly, accepting nature of one—but she still doesn't seem to know how to respond to that.
Eventually, she manages to laugh again under her breath to mask how off kilter that left her.
"Pfft... I bet some of 'em wish I would be, even if they don't expect it. I know I've got a knack for pissing people off." Still, the people and Pokémon here have shown her a remarkable amount of patience—noticing things about her, taking her places, saying they're glad she's here. Her voice shrinks. "But... thanks. It... means a lot."
It genuinely does, even though she knows Firepaw's kind of just like that with everyone (and even though she thinks he doesn't really know her at all).
"Don't go giving me special treatment though. Pretty sure no one here really expects you to be anything else either... Honestly, we're all a little freakish compared to each other. And if you weren't being so you, I might not have even talked to you. And that would've sucked..."
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She is right, though - no one has put much pressure on him to act in any particular way (except maybe Doc wanting Firepaw to stop grooming him). He should probably... at least try not to get so hung up on being the only cat. Easier said than done, but he can set a goal for himself at least.
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She contemplates the flicker of the lanterns below. It really is nice up here. Maybe too nice, relaxed and above it all, making her speak a little too freely.
"... Hey. Firepaw was only your name as an apprentice or whatever, right?" It might be a bit of a non sequitur, but she's been thinking about it since he mentioned his warrior name at the start of their conversation. "When we first met, you said you were gonna get it changed—once you got back. Since you're sticking around here, becoming a full-fledged guild member and all... Think you'll change it up? Or keep it?"
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"I'm not sure." He murmurs. "Our leader, Bluestar, was in charge of naming warriors. If I stayed in ThunderClan, one day I'd have a name like... Firetail or Firefur, or something like that. Picking my own feels disrespectful, but so does going back to my old housecat name. So... I guess I'll stay as Firepaw."
He doesn't know what cats do with their name if they leave the Clans - it's almost unheard of to leave in the first place.
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Maybe it would be even more difficult to handle if he was Clanborn - as it is, it feels a little like he's explaining a culture that isn't entirely his own, which feels bad in its own way.
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Not that he has any ideas, because naming yourself feels a lot more difficult than accepting a name from someone else.