[His ears perk up. There's no real connection there, but something about hearing his leader's name just feels nice.]

Bluestar chose it because of my orange fur - she said I looked like a brand of fire when the sunlight hit it. Usually we're given our first names by our mothers, but she had to pick one because I still had a name from my owners. I used to be called Rusty, before I was Firepaw.

[He actually hasn't said his old name out loud in around six months - it feels foreign and strange, as though it belongs to a different cat entirely.]