Wow. This is horrifying and terrifying and whatever fearful frightful synonyms you could throw in. Morningpaw was standing outside of Bumblestar's den. He really shouldn't be here bothering her with this. He didn't even have a solid reason to be here, he really didn't in no way shape or form like at all. His green eyes squinted as he tried to peer in and see if the queen bee was in her hive. Though he was because he needed this. Then his thoughts would stop raging so much about this or that. He needed to talk to her but it's only for his own gain in the end and that's exactly why he shouldn't even be doing this at all. But alas...he was. Morningpaw took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before releasing and stepping into the den.
"Bumblestar? You in? I need to talk to you if you aren't too busy, sorry for the interruption, I can totally come back later if you want."
It was becoming increasingly rare for apprentices to visit her in her den. Bumblestar wasn't really sure what the cause was, but if it got her some fleeting peace and quiet, she wasn't really going to complain. That being said, she wasn't too upset with baby visitors, either.
Morningpaw's voice reached her through light sleep, and with a yawn, she cracked an eye open before pushing herself up into a loaf. "Yeah. You need somethin'?"
She/her - 68 moons
Massive brown bengal molly with amber eyes
Anger still burned in Hawkcatcher's veins, far hotter than her temper usually got, but usually her clanmates didn't get murdered. Tail still lashing behind her and claws -though she had forced them to sheathe- itching to rip our the throat of whichever fox had done that, the massive warrior entered camp, at least making an effort to smooth down her bristling fur and mask her expression as not to worry anyone as she made a beeline for the leader's den.
"Bumbelstar. May I come in? I have something to report about."
Morningpaw slightly startled just barely as his leader’s voice broke the air which was incredibly silly. He called out and so she answered, that was plain common sense. The apprentice sighed slightly before instead of tumbling through his self loathing thoughts decided a better use of his and his leader’s time was to get to the point of this visit. His name. He took a moment to settle slightly awkwardly in front of the leader before opening his jaw to speak. Only to close it again. How does one go about this? This wasn’t a normal request was it? At least, not from an apprentice. But for his own mental sake he needed to ask.
“I- Well to be blunt, I hate my name. I have hated it, it’s never fit me, and I guess because of my disappearance all it does now is remind me of something that I’m not anymore. Whoever Morningkit was isn’t the same that feel that I am now. It’s just… weird and awful feeling to hear people call me it and to know that they think it, to call myself Morningpaw in my own head- I’m sorry, this is stupid. So stupid. It’s just a name? I don’t know why it gets me so upset like this?”
The 19-moon old apprentice was really getting tired of not having any training. Despite how much she didn't want to speak to other cats besides Lotuspaw - who seemed to vanish into thin air - but she needed to become a warrior. The scrawny tortoiseshell creeped over to Bumblestar's den, poking her head in before crawling inside. "um...Bumblestar? S-Sorry I-I don't want to bother you, I-I was just wondering i-if you could maybe train me?" she whispered, golden hues adjusting to the light of the den.
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"Pappa. Dad. DAD! DAD DAD DAD DAAAAAD!" Yes, that was a Kestrelpaw yelling unceremoniously into the leader's den. Nobody had yelled back at her yet, but she knew Mountaintalon had walked in here. Unless Mountaintalon had a doppelganger, which duh, was kinda impossible (unless Wrenpaw had arisen from the dead [note; this was Kes being sarcastic, she did not yet know that her sibling in fact, is dead, which would make this joke particularly dark]), and anyway Mountaintalon was so cool there was only kind of one of him. Her logic was sooo good not even... not even... okay, her brain had run out of cool thoughts to think of.
Huffing impatiently when there was no immediate reply, the mottled apprentice pawed at the ground. "I know you're in there! I saw you!" Ears pricked. Waiting. As if she'd instantly get a reply from her father. Come to think of it, she'd only seen... a grey blur. And from the corner of her eye. But hey! She knew grey blurs! Kinda! It was just like dad! Almost always just at the edges of her vision. He was playing hide-and-seek with her, that's right. Well, sucks to be him, she had him cornered this time!
Wolfhive had barely been in the den for a heartbeat, before a familiar voice was screaming into the entrance. He looked back, scrunching his eyes against the light of the den mouth, and could barely.. . barely make out the shape of Kestrelpaw.
Not surprising, he guessed, but very confusing. ".. Why are you screaming dad in here??" Last he checked, Kestrelpaw wasn't his kid - and Bumba was a lady, sooo. "You need your eyes looked at, Kestrelpaw?" A genuine concern, because he didn't think anyone could mistake Mountaintalon and his grumpy ass.
Wolfhive had barely been in the den for a heartbeat, before a familiar voice was screaming into the entrance. He looked back, scrunching his eyes against the light of the den mouth, and could barely.. . barely make out the shape of Kestrelpaw.
Not surprising, he guessed, but very confusing. ".. Why are you screaming dad in here??" Last he checked, Kestrelpaw wasn't his kid - and Bumba was a lady, sooo. "You need your eyes looked at, Kestrelpaw?" A genuine concern, because he didn't think anyone could mistake Mountaintalon and his grumpy ass.
Whaaaaat. This was cheating. This was sooooo cheating. "That's cheating!" She accused out loud, and then realized that with no context, it probably seemed more than a little odd. "That you pretended to be dad, I mean. My dad." She clarified, but Mountaintalon was the best and thus it was obvious who her dad was cuz she only had the best one. There was no way Wolfwhatshisface(hive, she remembered now actually and had to think of it wrong on purpose) could possibly have her dad. That was just a terrible joke. It was so bad of a joke that Kestrelpaw wouldn't even laugh! Ha! Wait, she'd just laughed in her head on accident at her own dumb joke, oh no. That was okay, nobody would know.
Oh wait, back to the topic at paw. "My eyes are perfect; see, I'll prove- Why do you look like someone beat you up?" Okay, that was a little sidetracked from the original topic, but here they were. Blunt, as ever. No tactic, zero logic, even less brains. A little too excited though. Nobody had ever hit Kestrelpaw before (at least not hard), she wondered sometimes what it was like.
After considering him a moment, Kestrelpaw remembered to scowl as she noted the minuscule similarities that had been the reason she'd mistook the warrior for her father (not that she'd ever admit it. what sort of terrible daughter mistook their own parent?). Wolfhivewhatshisname wasn't allowed to steal her dad's fur! Poor Papa, maybe he was getting old and losing his fur. That happened to old cats, she'd heard. "Are you old?" Aaaand she had jumped topics again, but Kestrelpaw's mind usually went squirrel! and that was that.
Morningpaw slightly startled just barely as his leader’s voice broke the air which was incredibly silly. He called out and so she answered, that was plain common sense. The apprentice sighed slightly before instead of tumbling through his self loathing thoughts decided a better use of his and his leader’s time was to get to the point of this visit. His name. He took a moment to settle slightly awkwardly in front of the leader before opening his jaw to speak. Only to close it again. How does one go about this? This wasn’t a normal request was it? At least, not from an apprentice. But for his own mental sake he needed to ask.
“I- Well to be blunt, I hate my name. I have hated it, it’s never fit me, and I guess because of my disappearance all it does now is remind me of something that I’m not anymore. Whoever Morningkit was isn’t the same that feel that I am now. It’s just… weird and awful feeling to hear people call me it and to know that they think it, to call myself Morningpaw in my own head- I’m sorry, this is stupid. So stupid. It’s just a name? I don’t know why it gets me so upset like this?”
Well, that kind of caught her off-guard. It wasn't often cats asked for a name change - usually she just did it without really asking and it worked regardless, like with Risingstorm. But he'd never said he hated his name.
Bumblestar twitched an ear at him. "Alright. Bit of an unusual request, but we'll see what we can do. You have any ideas of what you'd rather be called? Or you comin' up blank?"
She/her - 68 moons
Massive brown bengal molly with amber eyes
Anger still burned in Hawkcatcher's veins, far hotter than her temper usually got, but usually her clanmates didn't get murdered. Tail still lashing behind her and claws -though she had forced them to sheathe- itching to rip our the throat of whichever fox had done that, the massive warrior entered camp, at least making an effort to smooth down her bristling fur and mask her expression as not to worry anyone as she made a beeline for the leader's den.
"Bumbelstar. May I come in? I have something to report about."
Berrykit slowly padded into the leader's den, her little paws quivering with anticipation. Or, at least, they would be if she wasn't so weighed down with her burden. A plump gray mouse sat between her jaws. It was so heavy that her mouth was starting to hurt, and its weird tail - hairless and pink like a worm - kept tangling around her forepaws. On top of all that, she was holding some pretty yellow flowers she'd found growing around the corner of the camp. Their sweet scent mingled with the tempting aroma of the mouse.
It had been about one and a half moons since Mama and Hornetkit went missing. Their absence still felt fresh and painful. Berrykit had gotten used to only having her Papa and Blossomkit and Eveningkit around. She loved them! But... in the middle of the night, she kept waking up empty and alone, missing the warmth and kisses Mama brought into her life. And Hornetkit wasn't around to complain about her being loud anymore. It was... really, really sad. Why won't they come back? Where did they go?
That's why she was here. She wanted to meet the grand ThunderClan leader everyone had been talking about and see if she could find answers.
Berrykit's sadness was briefly overtaken by awe as she stared around the den. Her jaw dropped, and the mouse and flowers she'd collected fell to the floor with discordant thuds. It was awesome in here! The den looked like it was made of a tree that had fallen sideways, and there were a lot of dangly green things covering it all. Papa called it lichen. There were claw marks everywhere, too. Berrykit unsheathed her own claws and made marks next to them. They were so big! Would her claws be that big one day? When she became a warrior like Papa and... and Mama? Was Bumblestar angry a lot? Was that why there were so many marks?
Berrykit sniffed the air and blinked in confusion. Bumblestar was a she-cat; everyone told her that. But she'd never gotten all that close to the leader before and had never smelled her scent. Now she found that the den was filled with tom-scent, like Papa's scent. Berrykit blinked in confusion. Was she in the right den? Bumblestar lived here, right?
She looked up and squeaked in surprise when she found that the awesome epic ThunderClan leader was in the den. Her fluffy tail whisked behind her. She looked sooooo cool! Bumblestar's green eyes gleamed in the shadows, and her pale pelt glowed faintly like moonlight.
"Hello!" she mewed cheerfully. Then, remembering that she was talking to the leader, she ducked her head, feeling a little nervous. This was, like, the leader! "I... I brought you something..." She nudged the mouse and the flowers closer. "I got you some... some gifts..." She leaned forward and sniffed Bumblestar, trying not to get too close because that was what Papa and Mama called Bad Manners. And Bad Manners were very bad.
But Bumblestar still smelled like a tom. Berrykit frowned slightly, curiosity overtaking her.
"Why do you have tom-scent? You smell like Papa, but everyone says you're shes and hers." Berrykit blinked up at Bumblestar, still confused.
Ughhhh, kits. Bumblestar would never understand the appeal (Wolfhive aside). She gave up on trying to nap and flopped over onto her side instead so that she could blink at Berrykit from her nest - and then cast her attention toward the objects pushed toward her. A mouse and some flowers, neither of which she would find useful.
The question made her ears perk up. With a grunt, she pushed herself into a more upright position, still mostly on her side but better able to pay Berrykit attention.
"Keep the mouse and the flowers. I'm sure someone will find more use from 'em than I will." It would feel like cheating to give either of those to Violetfreckle. "Far as your question goes..." How could she explain this? "Easiest way I can put it is that I was born a tom, so I smell like one. But I didn't feel like a tom, so now I'm a she-cat. That make any sense?"
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