| Sprucejumper |
Kitty Softpaws - Active | Ultimate Predator - Inactive | Agatha Kitty - Inactive
The eight moon old blinked as Angry changed his name once more, the third time since he had arrived to this place. He took note that the Spruce remained, the only constant throughout the various stages of his life with the clan cats. He wondered if they were always so. If kits were simply named at birth and the only thing that changed was the attached word. It confused him, then, why he simply couldn't have remained Fudge. Wouldn't it have been simple to add in the kit? Fudgekit. Fudgepaw. It sounded ridiculous as all hell, but it would have allowed him to retain his identity. Although... perhaps to a clan cat that very notion was absurd in and off itself. After all, these felines could probably not understand the idea of feeling no shame of having once being called a house cat.
Despite his misgivings towards the whole ordeal, the young tom felt his chest puff out in slight pride as he was given compliments. Tenacious and intelligent. To be honest, Fudge would have probably never called himself tenacious, but the intellect he savored. Fighting? Brute strength? Those had obviously not been his best attributes. But at least those he had could be commended to some degree. He would take what he could if it meant he could survive a bit longer here.
The former kittypet didn't have the chance to look back. To gaze at his mentor - former mentor now - to see if they were proud. The blast of sound that made his ears rings and his vision blur was definitely enough of a comment on just how The Boulder felt. It was... over the top. Silly. And entirely them. He couldn't help but purr as he felt his head butted, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips despite the otherwise emotionless expression. It was hard for the tripod's giddiness to not infect even him to some capacity. Even as he became a little more crowded than he liked, Chatty coming up after The Boulder to congratulate them both. Wait... both?
Ah, right... The other one. Daylightwing? Yes, that's what Chatty had said. Emerald hues turned to stare at the apprentice that had been named alongside him, curious to see what she made of this whole, loud celebration over the change of a name. She seemed about as excited as The Boulder, and the chocolate point couldn't help but twitch his whiskers in thought. He'd been holding on to his name for so long. To his identity as Fudge. The abandoned kittypet who'd had to survive the harshness of the city to get here. To this band of strange cats with an even odder fascination for the stars. And yet it seemed more peculiar to him how in this one moment, surrounded by the few cats he'd made some level of connection with, it felt... homey, in it's own unexpected way.
"Spruce... jumper," he mewed silently, mostly to himself. Letting the name roll off his tongue. It lacked the energy The Boulder had given it. The zest and cheer from those who had called out. Yet even to him, in his own emotionless droll of a voice, he could tell. Standing there, even as the others were called by Pokey for some patrol or other. For some danger lurking about. For the first time since he had arrived, everything felt right.