Open Camp gotta raise a little hell / warrior names

[SABLESTAR]

They have been wandering and exploring the swamps under the name of ShadowClan, and it was about time they now bore the names of those belonging to it. Sablestar didn't have names for every cat in his wake, but after seeing how fitting Vampirebite had felt, he had spent time watching and speculating each Clanmate. There was no doubt or 'hope' they would like what was given to them, a certain confidence swayed him to believe he was the best judge for a name to their character.

"ShadowClan, it's about time you get to wear your title as warriors. I want to start with Shade." Sablestar looked to his brother with a proud swell. "Shade, you have been nothing but loyal to me. A watchful eye where your brother cannot see, and for that you will be named Shadesight. Thank you for coming here with me." Vampirebite might have been the first warrior he named, but the dark tom before him would be the first warrior named beneath the darkened sky where Fleecefur could see. She must be pleased to see this.

"Wolf, you fight with the strength of a hundred cats within you. Your tact in a fight will surely be your legacy, and you will wear the name Wolfpack for ShadowClan." Thank whatever influenced Wolf to choose this instead. Sablestar teetered just to think what kind of foe he would face had Hawthorne been more appealing. He took another breath to find Dunny in the mix. Flame pointed fur stood out the most among darker, diluted pelts and he nodded his head to the tom for his attention.

"Dunny, your abilities in tracking have helped immeasurably for the future of this Clan. Your care for the Clan, and your passion to return life into this forest is palpable. For that, I wish to name you Lowlight." Another loyal soul bound in blood, how many others would he find falling in the same path?

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• ITS WARRIOR NAME TIME!! more names will come in this thread ^^ yayyyyy for @SHADE @Wolf & @Dunny
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[Smogmaw.]

Smoky rises to the call of the one he'd chosen to follow. Heavy-footed and trudging, carrying a weight greater than that of his bodymass and pressing down on his shoulders, he approaches the camp's center in due time. Brows crease ever-so-slightly in their lowered tilt, half-lidded gaze skipping around to those others gathering alongside him. Most are recognizable, and of them only a minority are familiar. Shaking out the tickles of trepidation from his spine, the tom inclines his head in deference to Sablestar, to which his attention swiftly settles.

Admiring words and new names are awarded to a select few, and he's admittedly more interested than he expected to be. There is power in a new name. Vindication. A chance to further rebirth oneself in this land that is to be their home. Curiosity grasps his muzzle and tilts towards the freshly-anointed Lowlight's direction. Their given identity rolls like a prayer on his tongue, yet it is so vastly different to what they were called before. At least Shadesight and Wolfpack rang closely to their former titles.

Given pause, he muses at the prospect of something new. Dully, the tom reflects on that, gaze lost in a clear stretch of blue sky above, while his whiskers tickle the walls of his hollow thoughts.

 

[Coalstrike]

I'LL SHOW NO MERCY, I'LL SHOW NO REMORSE.

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Charcoal slowly groomed his long, dark fur with deliberate, unhurried strokes, his amber eyes scanning the cats around him with a sharp, calculating gaze. He picked out those who needed a damn fire lit beneath their paws, those who were too idle or too hesitant to act. There were always a few who barely met the standard, like the child his partner had taken under her wing. That one was serviceable, sure, but only just. Too sunny, too gullible, and far too soft for Charcoal's liking.

And then there was the peculiar one, Tim... something. His name didn't matter much to Charcoal, though his odd presence annoyed him all the same.

With an irritated flick of his tail, Charcoal rose to his paws, his ears perking as Sablestar's commanding voice rang out. A quick, sideways glance toward the leader revealed his usual air of faint dismissal, though he was listening intently. He always did, no matter how detached he appeared.

The names Sablestar called out rolled over him, each one making a distinct impression.

Shadesight, for his sight and his steadfast loyalty to kin. It was a name that carried weight and meaning, one the cat had earned through grit.

Wolfpack, a fitting title for a cat with such formidable strength. Charcoal gave a slight nod of approval at that one. A strong name for a strong cat, one that deserved a place among ShadowClan.

Lowlight, an unusual case, to be sure, but Charcoal supposed it worked well enough.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Charcoal licked a paw and dragged it over his face before finally lifting his head high, his full attention now locked on Sablestar. His amber eyes gleamed with quiet authority as his ears swiveled, catching any murmurs or grumbles from the group. He wouldn't tolerate disorder, not during something as significant as this.

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I'll watch the battle until the dust is clear.

 

[possumgrin]

Possum sulked at the edge of the gathering, his orange eyes half-lidded as he scanned the crowd with faint disinterest. The lingering chill from their battle still clung to his fur, though he had done his best to groom it properly. Albeit he was sure a little grit added to the whole hardworking 'shadowclan' image he wasn't sure he cared to uphold. They bet others were happy to puff out their chests and lap up Sablestar's words. He could play along when it was his turn, but for now, he would watch. He wondered where Marble stood on all of this nonsense. Given her kinder nature, he assumed she would take a more optimistic viewpoint. You're the only reason I'm sticking around this foxhole anyway. The thoughts were bitter but softened with the love he held for his sister.

The new names rolled off Sablestar's tongue like proclamations, each one more dramatic than the last. Shadesight. Wolfpack. Lowlight. Possum bit back a scoff, instead allowing a faint grin to curl his lips as if he were impressed. Internally, he mocked the spectacle. All of this for a name? What's the point? It's just another way for him to feel above us in this dump of a camp. He adjusted his posture, making sure to appear attentive, even engaged. The last thing he needed was to draw unwanted attention. His facade was an art form at this point. Calculated, subtle, hidden behind a carefully constructed mask of geniality. No one needed to know how little he cared least of all his sister.

As Sablestar finished naming Lowlight, Possum felt a faint ripple of unease. His turn would be up soon enough. The thought of hearing some grandiose title slapped onto him made his stomach churn. What kind of ridiculous name will he give me? Possum-whatever? Possumsparktail? Something equally pretentious I bet. His gaze drifted to the canopy above, a flicker of annoyance tightening his jaw. This whole Clan thing better be worth it. He thought miserably, glancing back at Charcoal's back with disdain. Willing everything within himself not to scowl at the tom. For now, he could endure the theatrics, though the idea of slipping away became more tempting by the moment.
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[WOLFPACK]

AND I AM SORRY MY CONSCIENCE CALLED IN SICK AGAIN​

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Wolf had never really thought about changing his name before, not because he was super attached to it, but because he'd never put much thought into its importance. His mother could have called him anything and he would have turned out exactly the same, so what did it really matter if that were the case? But Sable had introduced something new with these 'clan names'. Callings that held meaning behind them, ways of differentiating between the strong, the fast, the clever, and so on. It was an interesting concept, at the least. Made things simpler in terms of identification.

Sablestar for the blessing his supposed ghost had left him with.

Shadesight for their diligence.

Wolfpack for the strength behind his claws.

Lowlight for their passion.

They were the first three warriors of the new era, and Wolfpack found himself quite satisfied to be anchored within the clans history as such. After all, he intended to leave quite the impression on this place, so having a place carved out in the historybooks for himself wasn't unappealing to the mottled warrior. Though, he was sure that by the time he was done, cats would know him as more than just 'the second warrior named'.

"My legacy, huh?" he mused, eyes of ocean and dusk lingering on Sable as a half-smirk curled the corner of his lips-- meant to mock? Or perhaps show his approval? Either way, he accepted what he was given. "Wolfpack it is, then."
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[Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

indentttMoth could feel his heartbeat race in his chest. Sablestar was giving out names! Initially, he had been as apprehensive as many of the other cats to the idea of 'new names'. The name he had now was more than fine, thank you, and he hardly needed to remember a bunch of new, long winded names for every cat here. Over time though, his curiousity piqued. 'If Sablestar is giving out the names himself, this could be my chance to find out what he thinks of me.' Moth had often daydreamed of 'making an impression' on the older cat, being praised for his loyalty, or willpower, or whatnot. He knew it was unlikely for Sablestar to give him the time of day, but the quiet dreams kept him moving forward. 'This'll all be worth it when Sablestar recognizes me.'

indentttMoth shifts his paws on the cold earth, nerves alight with anticipation. Who's name would be called next? When would it be his turn? He's not surprised when Shade is named first. Most cats would put their family first, after all. The name 'Shadesight' is fitting for him, acting as a second set of eyes for Sablestar. Besides, it sounds cool. Wolf is next, and Moth can hardly blame his leader for wanting to get on his good side. If a bit of priority is what keeps 'Wolfpack' on their side and not trying to slice them all chin-to-belly, it's more than fine with him. Dunny is called up next, and named 'Lowlight'. It doesn't make much sense to Moth, but it sounds nice, which is good enough, he supposes.

indentttWith every name called, he feels his heart sink a bit. He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up, to be one of the first cats named. He'll probably be somewhere in the middle of the pack, or even right at the end. 'Anything is fine, as long as I don't get forgotten!'

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Mothbite | 19 moons | Warrior of Shadowclan ababababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[SABLESTAR]

A slow nod of his head remarked the recognition of more faces anticipating to follow after. He caught Charcoal's gaze in his slow sweep, prompted for his attention. "Charcoal, your name derives from that of what's already been scorched through. But I see you're far from a smoldering future, instead you will join ShadowClan's legacy under the name Coalstrike." Something ready for far greater potential, and in a similar vein he looked to Smoky as well. For a name to bestow his friend with greatness, he thought himself clever with what he thought of. "And Smoky, your name now may bring about a sense of caution, but I've seen how you wear the night as a cloak. Smogmaw will do better to tell the kind of warrior you are."

It would make sense to then gift the tom's mate with her name as well, and Sablestar regarded Halfy with a smile. "Fi, your name regards your appearance. For the twin colors that make you, your name will be Halfshade." It rolled off better than Halfyshade, surely.

For now he didn't have much to provide for the pairs daughter, but she would not be the only one to find their names later as he spaced his days to dwell on them. He still had a few more, and he focused on the tom with rusting fur. "Your warrior name will display that fearsome you carry, hidden until brought to a breaking point. ShadowClan will know you as Mothbite from now on." The snappy tom would wear it well.

Only a few left in him now. "Possum." He spoke the cats name before seeing him among the crowd, glaring in a direction he didn't care to follow. "Continue to bear your teeth for your new name, Possumgrin. And Jade-." The final name he held for now. "you will be noted for your ferocity, it hasn't gone unnoticed. Jadethorn will mark your fury as a warrior."

Sablestar took a slow step back, a movement of finality as he rested once again on his haunches. "Ahem, we will revisit this another time. I will be sure the wait isn't long."

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• wahoo! exciting new names for @Coalstrike @Smoky. @Halfshade @Mothbite @possumgrin AND @Jade !!
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-four moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[Smogmaw.]

"Coalstrike, Shadesight, Wolfpack, Lowlight." Each name is given a quick utterance, a memorization in the making, spoken on the back of a silent exhale that leaves the tabby. Shoulders slacken a tad, posture taking on a marginally less uptight edge to it, and the dusk-coated tom feels his attention drifting between the four newly-dubbed cats in turn. Studious and quiet, his ears remain at a forward cant, and he listens. Interest flares in the form of a creased brow when his turn arrives.

His name will be Smogmaw, then. A sense of uncertainty gnaws at the peripheries of his brain. He tries to discern its meaning. Smoke alerts, but smog conceals—and he supposes 'maw' strikes a more imposing impression than the likes of 'mouth' or 'muzzle'. Like jagged peaks of fangs, deep canyons and sharp contours. The vaguest smile twitches at his mouth's corner. It's a fine enough name. Fine as his old one. He'll learn to live in it, like the one before, and the one before that.

Inwardly, Smogmaw nods, and then inclines his head in outward acknowledgement. Those amber eyes of his blink their thanks, then shift to settle on his mate. There's a subtle rise in his chest. The usual pride and admiration that accompanies any thought of her is intermixed with anticipation. Her turn to take on a new title is imminent, and the tom awaits the revelation of his leader's naming sense, mildly curious to hear what sort of thing that might manifest as. He could imagine her protesting against anything she felt to be overly theatrical or dense, a fact that causes his maw to twitch again.

It comes, and the flicker in his muzzle becomes a full-fledged smile. Fortunate that Halfshade rolls easily from his tongue. Not a far departure from what her prior moniker had been. Smogmaw crosses the short breadth to his mate's side, giving an approving purr and nuzzling affectionately at the scruff of her neck. "How d'you like that? Halfshade?" The question is murmured, pitched solely to her. He finds it apt, encapsulating the duality in her pelt and spirit that drew him her way from the start. "I think mine's alright. Makes me sound a bit poisonous. Feels fitting." Amusement richens his tone, warm and close to her ear.

The meeting presses on for a brief while yet. Mothbite, Possumgrin, and Jadethorn all fall into place in Clan and his own recollection. "Look forward to working with all of you," he speaks, keeping his voice measured pensive to note the moment's significance. As they would proceed in forging their home from the soil beneath their paws, so would their individual paths begin to unfold and broaden. To Smogmaw, it's a rare crack in time to begin anew; the faultline of fresh possibility lying here in the pocosin.

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@Halfshade

 

[tansy]

Things are changing rapidly, overwhelmingly. They're licking their wounds in a strange land, tucked among foreign, peaty terrain that makes her feel uncomfortably damp at best and filthy at worst. Their ambush had gone south, the remaining colony they'd detached from is sure to blame them for Hawthorne's death, and it's only a matter of time before tensions bubble over once more. It's difficult not to feel stressed. Tansy clings to her optimism nonetheless, latching onto every bright side that occurs to her. She'd chosen the wolves and chosen well; this is a collection of cats driven by passion, ambition, and they find themselves inhabiting relatively untouched hunting grounds unsavory in appearance but surely fruitful regardless. Fresh pickings to fatten themselves up on, surely with more to come once this dreadfully barren season ends. Sable...star is a steadfast cat, his pragmatism reassuring, and she's glad to be led by him - even if she does find herself skeptical of his proclaimed communion with a lofty spirit. But everyone else seems to be taking it in stride so she will, too. The structure he'd proposed in tandem was intriguing, certainly, and with it comes a sense of purpose - a life much fuller than the starvation they'd suffered under an aimless shadow of a leader. She's certainly more than willing to give it a shot. It's not like she has any other options.

This new naming convention initially struck her as one of the strangest things about all of this - an almost gauche attempt at distinguishing themselves from the colony. But the more she considers these titles, especially as she listens to each cat ceremoniously receive theirs before an audience, Tansy begins to see the fun in it and appreciate the creativity behind it. They're poetic, almost lyrical, and she finds herself fantasizing about what suffix she might receive whenever her turn arrives, what skills or traits of hers might stick out to those around her and how Sablestar will choose to translate these into a personalized title all her own. "Wow," she comments idly. A look of enchanted enthusiasm colors her warm features. "The first crop of new names - big stuff! How's it feel, guys?"

 

[possumgrin]

More names poured out into the open and he could care less.

His back prickled when suddenly addressed and he sought eyes that didn't seem to meet his. Possum-no, Possumgrin-didn't move for a moment as his new name sounded off. Orange gaze slowly blinked, his usual mask faltering into something unreadable. Possumgrin. He turned the name over in his mind like a rock in his paw. The weight of it odd and hard to pinpoint.

Was it a compliment? An insult? A sly dig at my face? Or just some poetic flourish from an overinflated ego? Whatever.

The crowd seemed to talk softly, the usual hum of approval that followed each naming. Possumgrin's ear flickered, and he tilted his head to spot the others who had been named. None of them seemed to carry the same odd weight of discomfort he did. That settled something inside him a thin, fragile reassurance. He forced his grin back into place, just enough to seem genuine.

Nodding his head slightly, enough to appear gracious without overcommitting. "Fitting." He muttered, his drawling meow smooth, bordering on breezy. The words slid from his mouth with practiced ease, but inside, the feline's thoughts churned. Bare my teeth, huh? Funny.

Settling into his spot, Possumgrin allowed his smile to linger, though his head wandered. Possumgrin... Could've been worse, I guess. At least it's not Mothbite. A moth can't even scare a mouse. A soft huff of amusement escaped him at the imagery alone.

The name was his now. Whether he liked it or not. He could carry it with the same fickle charm he wore everything else, a shield against the weight of expectations. After all, it wasn't the name that mattered most but what he did with it. Right now, that was not much. Tansy's enthusiastic face cut through his thoughts like claws on stone. His tail twitched as he shot her a sideways glance, the excitement grating against his nerves.

With a shrug, he clicked his tongue and offered a lukewarm reply. "It feels interesting. Hard to describe. Maybe I'll grow into it." He added a wink for good measure, the perfect touch of charm to keep from digging too deep. Rocking onto all fours at Sablestar's dismissal. The newly named Shadowclanner made a quick exit before another cat tried to chime in on the 'feeling' of it all.
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[Pepperpaw]

It was a load of mouse dung, and Pepper was not here for it. She refused to call herself Pepperpaw. What was the point, anyway? Why did they suddenly need some ridiculous addition to their names? Just to show they weren't "fully-fledged warriors" yet? Pfah, warriors! She could hunt, fight, and survive just as well as anyone else. She didn't need a silly suffix to prove her worth.

Her tail lashed angrily from side to side, betraying her irritation as her light green eyes glared toward the cat addressing them. The leader's voice carried across the gathered cats, ceremoniously announcing the new names.

She had heard Vampirebite passing by, before this meeting even... Vampirebite? She snorted quietly. What's next, Batclaw? Ghostfang?

Her eyes narrowed as she listened to the parade of strange names: Shadesight, Wolfpack, Lowlight. Each one felt more absurd than the last. She huffed audibly, turning her gaze away from the leader entirely. She had no patience for this charade.

Coalstrike. Smogmaw. Halfshade. Mothbite. Possumgrin. Jadethorn.

The names rolled over her ears, but she barely processed them. Moths can't even bite! she thought irritably. A grinning possum? A striking coal? These names are ridiculous! Maybe she'd get used to them eventually, but right now, they felt like a joke... a game that everyone else was too eager to play along with.

Finally, her searching gaze landed on one of her siblings. Without hesitation, she sauntered over, blatantly ignoring the rest of the meeting. Plopping herself down beside them with a huff, she leaned closer, her voice low but dripping with disdain.

" What do you think of all this, huh? " she murmured, her tone sharp. The question was laced with a mix of frustration and the faint hope that her sibling would agree with her. Maybe they thought it was as ridiculous as she did.

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[Marbleshine]

MARBLE OF SHADOWCLAN

Marble's eyes widened with excitement as the meeting was called, her ears perking forward eagerly. Cats were receiving their warrior names! The air buzzed with anticipation, and though she wasn't the one being named, the atmosphere filled her with excitement. Wiggling in place, she couldn't help herself and bounded a little closer, settling near Wolf with a warm blink in his direction.

Her brother had been a bit glum lately, and she made a mental note to cheer him up after the meeting. Maybe she'd find him a nice gift... Something special from the new territory to brighten his nest. But that could wait. Right now, the ceremony held her full attention, her curious gaze fixed on Sablestar.

When Shade was the first to receive a name, Marble couldn't hold back a light purr. " Shadesight! Shadesight! " she cheered softly but enthusiastically, her tail flicking behind her. Excitement bubbled over as each new name was given, her voice growing louder when it was Wolf's turn.

" Wolfpack! " she called out proudly, beaming at him with a radiant smile. " It suits you! Very much! " she added warmly, her chest puffing slightly as if his new name were her own accomplishment.

Lowlight followed, and Marble cheered again, her fluffy tail curling neatly around her paws. She was utterly unaware of the looks from certain cats, Charcoal's irritated glare or the subtle head shakes at her open enthusiasm. She only saw the joy in the moment, celebrating each name as if it were her own.

" Coalstrike, Smogmaw, Halfshade, Mothbite, Possumgrin! " she echoed each name enthusiastically, her voice growing louder when her brother's turn came.

" Possumgrin! Possumgrin! " she cheered, her voice ringing clear and proud as she turned to her brother. But her excitement faltered when she noticed him slinking away, his form shrinking into the shadows. Her heart sank, worry tugging at her thoughts.

Teetering on her paws, she tried to focus on the ceremony, but the worry carved too deeply into her heart. Was Possumgrin okay? A flick of her ear told her she'd missed one of the final names, Jade... something? Oh, she'd have to nudge her friend later to fill her in.

Before her thoughts could spiral, she turned her attention to Wolf, darting forward to gently bump her head against his in a friendly gesture. " Carry your name well, I'm so happy for you. " she purred softly, her voice warm with genuine affection.

But she didn't linger. With a quick backward bound, Marble broke into a run, her paws carrying her after Possumgrin. Whatever was troubling her brother, she wouldn't let him face it alone.

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･ﾟ✦ —— I WILL BE RISING FROM THE GROUND

ooc: mention of @WOLFPACK and @possumgrin

 

[Coalstrike]

I'LL SHOW NO MERCY, I'LL SHOW NO REMORSE.

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Coalstrike's amber eyes narrowed as they fixated on one of the apprentices, the irritation plain on her face. His tail lashed sharply behind him, a silent note to himself to keep an eye on her. Grumpiness could be excused for the moment, but if it persisted, if she continued to sulk and drag her paws through the mud, it would need addressing. Another flick of his tail punctuated his thoughts as he shifted his gaze back to Sablestar.

The sound of his name cut through the air, causing his ears to twitch and his chin to tilt upward slightly. Coalstrike. A name that spoke of force and resilience, a spark waiting to ignite. Far from a smoldering future, indeed. And with Sablestar's current strategy and vision, ShadowClan could very well rise to become something greater, something untouchable in its strength and might.

He gave a slow nod of approval, locking eyes with Sablestar for a fraction longer than was necessary, acknowledging the weight of the name. His leader's choices thus far seemed calculated, precise, and he would play his part in ensuring ShadowClan's dominance.

As the naming continued, his attention momentarily drifted to Possum when the younger tom was called forward. " Possumgrin. " Sablestar announced, and Coalstrike allowed his gaze to linger on the grumpy-looking cat. Amber eyes narrowed slightly in thought. The boy looked less than thrilled, but there was potential buried beneath that sullenness. Whether Possumgrin realized it or not, time would tell. He was quick to mask that again, however. Clever.

The meeting concluded, and Coalstrike's sharp gaze tracked Possumgrin slinking away, followed almost immediately by the ever-bubbly Marble bounding after him. A scoff escaped his throat, paired with an exaggerated roll of his eyes. The contrast between the two was almost amusing, almost.

Coalstrike shifted his focus back to Sablestar, tipping his head slightly to the side in a subtle but deliberate gesture, wordlessly inviting the leader to follow him. Rising to his paws with ease, he stretched briefly before sauntering toward the camp's edge. Whatever needed to be said, it wasn't for the ears of the gathered cats. ShadowClan had work to do, and he intended to ensure they stayed on course.

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I'll watch the battle until the dust is clear.

 

[Mothbite]

Still so young, Desperate for attention!

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indentttHe could hardly contain his excitement. Sablestar had recognized him! The usually ornery little tomcat was grinning from ear to ear, eyes shining despite the low light of the overcast camp. It sounds strong. With a name like that, I'll become a strong warrior, for sure! The blood pumping in his ears is so loud that he doesn't even hear the rest of the names announced. 'And I wasn't last either!' His chest swells with pride, and he holds his head high for perhaps the first time in his life.

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Mothbite | 19 moons | Warrior of Shadowclan ababababbnihfibnfdifdhfhabbabab

 

[Hollowmist's iconHollowmist]

♢Worried 'Bout The Future

Ain't Fuckin' With The Past♢

Hollow watches from near the freshkill pile, having picked up a muskrat to eat just before the tom called to gather at the cedar Sablestar had chosen for both his den and podium to address...Shadowclan. It still felt like such a strange name. Fitting, but strange. It was not sure if it would ever get used to it. Perhaps if they got a new name it might settle easier in their mind...

A familiar name reached their ears, a name Hollow had known since birth and then and there was given new life with the addition of shade at the end and the cat smiled briefly at the thought before returning to their standard blank stare. Perhaps this was easier to accept after all. "Halfshade sounds perfect for you, Halfy~!" A rare purr left it as it stepped towards it's sister, tail high and prey forgotten in favor of congratulating family.

Hopefully it and Blue would have just as fitting names, Hollow hoped.

Ain't Got No Time To Waste On Bullshit

♢

You Know I Gotta Keep My Head On Straight

• 
  Hollow
  — Thief of Shadowclan
  — It/They
  "SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
  — A LH Black/Fawn Chimera W/ High White (LaPerm)
  #a7767c

 

[SABLESTAR]

// taking place jan 20th !

He found himself standing with his back to the reeds again, facing the expecting expressions of his Clan. There were still many to bestow the rite of a warrior name to, and even after today his list would remain dauntingly long. "I've kept to my word, and ask again for you all to gather and recognize the new names of your Clanmates." A pleasant smile turned to look towards where the caretakers had huddled around in the makings of a nursery, motioning for them to come closer.

"Ember, as you rear your kits with the honor of being one of ShadowClan's first, I still see the fight in your spirit. Your kits have a strong mother to look up to, and for that I name you: Embersnarl!" The new mother still had a vicious determination about her, driven into the same path he found himself on. Her counterpart had his attention now and his eyes combed over brown and white patched fur in the form of Timber.

"Your strength is shown in ways different from a warrior, Timber. I do not need to see you use your teeth and claws to know you would fight to protect what is yours, and your Clan is thankful for your loyalties... To honor your the strength in your persistence, your name will be Timberfrost." Nothing about the tom said he was a cold individual, but frost was the first to appear as the seasons changed. Just the same, Timber had appeared as they welcomed their new sanctuary.

"And Cherry, you also bring to ShadowClan pride and faith to it's future, creating a path for those next to descend from our ranks. A trailblazer, Cherryblaze, will be your name from now on." With his caretakers aptly named, Sablestar would move on to find the next lucky cats on his mind. "Tansy, I've noticed you've made yourself quite the socialite in your Clan." It was a relief that so many still remained friendly, after all of this. "You shine when around your people, and your kindness is a gift. From this day on you will be called Tansysong."

One final name to his list today, and Sablestar settled easier as he prepared the meeting to close. "I have one more for now... Needle?" Amber searched for emerald, ears perked forward when he can see the mollys grey and white pelt. "This world was not soft to you, it is a force we have no choice but to meet head-on. I want to make the choice today, to praise your fealty to ShadowClan and with great dignity, name you as one of my warriors. From this day on the world will know you as Needledove, my proud warrior of ShadowClan." Sablestar gave a final nod of his head to dismiss them, onto the next round in the following sunrises.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• yayy warrior names for @ember @Timberfrost @Cherryblaze @tansy @Needle
  pls remember to send a message in my channel if you would like your characters warrior name ceremony!!
  "mew"
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  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-four moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[SABLESTAR]

//taking place the 27th

And so it is time again, while the moon rose well above their heads Sablestar stood with his head held high, scarred eyes blinking slowly as his Clan gathered for another night. "Enjoy your meals tonight, I see you all working hard to make this place a home." Pride curved into a smile on his muzzle.

"I would first like to see Flame, Karst, Heather and Hollow." The tuxedo paused to allow the four to rise before continuing. "Flame, it is time for you to earn your name among ShadowClan's warriors. For the remarkable speed you possess, you will be named Flamerunner!" A talented skill to have, given how far the mud could slow one down. "Karst, you seem to have a great interest in your surroundings and new territory." An observer, of sorts. "It feels right to declare your warrior name to reflect your world. Grottowatcher will be your new beginning as one of ShadowClan's warriors."

His sights fall to Heather and Hollow next. "You two have shown to be quite the reliable hunters, and for your skill I hereby name you... Heathertail, and Hollowmist!" More hunters, more hunting, more prey- they needed whatever they could get out of the pocosin. "Marble, Blue, Bone, Cedar and Gecko- come forward." And one by one as they rose to his call he gave each a respectful nod.

"Marble, Blue, you both bring a gentleness that our Clan needs. Kindness, friendship, something just as important as using claws to fight and catch prey. To honor this, your name's will be Marbleshine and Bluegale." ShadowClan did have quite a variety of cats, he came to find the more he spent time with each Clanmate. With so much talk from their adversaries of how vicious and ruthless they acted, he wouldn't be able to tell by simple conversation. "Bone, Cedar, Gecko... you three also share a commendable trait. Your ambitions are admirable, it is what drove you to look and push for something better! It deserves recognition, and for that your names shall be Bonestalker, Cedarmask, and Geckoflame!" There were still more warriors to name, and even more to follow should the apprentices begin to impress him but the list grew smaller with each rise with the moon now.

this heart beats cold like the devil his own

• yayy some more names! congrats @Flamerunner @KARST. @Heathertail @Hollowmist @Marbleshine @Blue! @BONE @Cedar @GECKO !!!!
  "mew"
• 

  SABLESTAR— he/him ･fifty-four moons ･leader; shadowclan ･penned by gonkpilled

  a black and white tuxedo with dark amber eyes

 

[GROTTOWATCHER.]

With the moon's waxy gleam slicing across his face and the scant shadows of pines prickling his back, Sablestar is perfectly visible under that star-spangled sky. Karst cannot remember if this is the third or fourth congregation which the black-and-white tom has called upon them since their arrival here. No matter the number, it grows increasingly familiar with each instance, settling deeper into a rhythm that feels natural and right. Such was the purpose of ceremonies, he figures; to meld the ShadowClan cats' minds together in the foundation of something they could all take pride in, and defend together.

No greater occasion exemplifies this sentiment than an ascension. Symbolic as it may be, there's an importance in redefining one's identity, Karst thinks. Living life means reinventing yourself over and over until you're living up to who you want to be. How lucky is he to be given the opportunity to start afresh in this land.

Flame, Heather, Hollow, and himself—his ear twitches to the recognition, and as his peers trot forth into the center of camp, he follows, attempting to stave off any and all glimpses of exhilaration that dare show on his fanged face. Tail drawn up in a curious curl, Karst neatly rounds himself into a seat with the others. He tracks the bobbing of Sablestar's throat with a pensive stare, keenly conscious to the patterns of each warrior's new name.

"Grottowatcher." He tries it out for size, letting its syllables roll from his tongue before he shifts his jaw to really taste the term. "Grooottooowaaatcheeer." Good. He likes it. Bit of a tongue-twister, and not something he'd expect a kit to get right on the first attempt. But it has character. More character than just 'Karst,' a sound as stalwart and bland as stone, he is certain. So, his lip wrinkles into a tight, toothy grin and he practically quivers where he stands.

Then, to a collection of congratulatory affirmations, he raises his muzzle high to greet the moon with gleaming, eager eyes. "Flamerunner! Heathertail! Hollowmist! Marbleshine! Bluegale!" A pause to inhale. Lot of names this time around. "Bonestalker! Cedarmask! Geckoflame!"

 

[BONESTALKER]

Sablestar calls them all once again and this time it is to rename more cats. To give them a taste of what Shadowclan means and perhaps to create a unified front. She doesn't know rather that will work or not but alas she is still here. Still moving forward and living this life. It is the only potentially good thing she has right now. Besides her sibling. Her gaze lingers on them before she turns her amber orbs toward her leader. Pulling her ears forward the woman listens with slight intrigue. At least that is until her own name is called and she becomes rigid. Oh. Today is her own naming day. Her paws do not want to move as if afraid of this change. She should have been prepared. Everyone here will be getting on do why did she not think that her own name will be up for change. She can feel eyes on her and so she moves then, finding her numb limbs and making them shift forward. Standing there she waits. Hears little of the reason why save for ambition. Her maw clenches tight before she hears the added words to her name. Bonestalker. Stalker? Her head tilts before she releases a breath.

It is done. She is born anew. She is no longer is Bone from the mountains that chill the very bones. But now she belongs in Shadowclan as Bonestalker. Her head dips in her acknowledgement. Taking time to let it sink in before she turns to the others. "Congratulations...." The white stripped warrior mutters before she allows herself to step back from the scene and go about the rest of her day.

 

[Marbleshine]

MARBLE OF SHADOWCLAN

Marble's ears perked up as Sablestar called them forth once more, her blue eyes gleaming with excitement. More names to be given! She couldn't wait to hear them. Sometimes, it was just a small change, an addition to a name. Other times, a cat received something entirely new, a name transformed. First came Flame. Marble's whiskers twitched as she glanced at the flame-colored tom, blinking warmly. He deserved a strong name, and when Sablestar announced it, she purred in delight.

Flamerunner. " Flamerunner! Flamerunner! " she meowed proudly, her tail curling as she cheered. It sounded so fitting! Then came Karst. Marble tilted her head. Karst wasn't really... an object, was it? She wondered what kind of name could come from it. But then she heard it... Grottowatcher. Her purr rumbled louder. What a beautiful name! " Grottowatcher! " she called, her voice bright with approval as she looked around at the gathered cats. More names followed. Heathertail. Hollowmist. " Pretty names... " Marble murmured, head held high as she cheered along with the others. " Heathertail! Hollowmist! "

And then, Wait. That was her name.

Her breath hitched as she whipped her head back toward Sablestar, blue eyes wide. Trembling with excitement, she took a hesitant step forward, hanging onto every word. And then, he said it. Marbleshine. She blinked, tasting it on her tongue. Marbleshine. The name sent warmth through her chest, a mixture of flustered pride and overwhelming joy. She kneaded at the ground, nodding to herself. Marbleshine. She liked it. No, she loved it. It fit. " Bluegale! " she called, voice bubbling with energy. " Bonestalker! Cedarmask! Geckoflame! "

One by one, she called each name, purring all the while. Each one was special, each one meaningful. And now, she had one too.

Marbleshine.

It was hers.

GO ON AND TRY TO TEAR ME DOWN ——･ﾟ✦​

･ﾟ✦ —— I WILL BE RISING FROM THE GROUND