She didn't realise it in the moment, but walking and talking with Poseidon had made Thunderpaw feel better than she had in the last moon or so. Even as she caught her tongue, feeling like she was talking too much, the other encouraged her to continue. The molly's face warmed with a smile for the first time in a while, a genuine smile.
There were plenty of cats her own age she could talk with. Lavenderpaw was a friend from when they were both young. Torrentpaw was fun to hang out with, but her brother was ever protective of him to the point she got about chased off by him. She often found solace with Wavesong's kits; they'd taken to calling her their sister, and it was something she'd begun to welcome. But no one ever seemed to want to listen to her--really listen. Thunderpaw couldn't admit it, but she had grown lonely. So, even if it was for a little while Poseidon was in the territory, she was glad to have a friend.
The cinnamon molly found herself tripping over her own words as the other asked about what she wanted her warrior name to be. For a moment, she wanted to turn down the conversation. She was used to thoughts being dismissed easily, but the way the other looked at her with a shine in purr's gaze, the apprentice relented.
"Well... It's sorta predictable, actually." Thunderpaw chuckled, sheepishly.
"Thunderstorm." The name hung in the air; it was the first time she had spoken it out loud. So many times had she imagined her warrior ceremony, called for patrols or the sound of cats she cared about calling for her. But those were dreams; she never uttered it aloud. She looked to Poseidon with a small smile.
"It's an obvious choice, but it means a lot to me."
She hesitated for a breath. She had just barely managed to let slip everything she kept wound in her chest to Pikestar and Jinglemoon, and that had taken moons. But as she looked to Poseidon, she allowed herself to continue.
"My Papa was called Storm. I never got to meet him, but I want to carry a part of his memory with me." There was some quiet irony to it, something she wasn't quite ready to talk about, but the name carried more weight than her Father, even if he had been the original reason for her decision, one made all the way back when she was a kitten. She never told anyone, not her mother nor her sister, and she had grown to regret that. And yet it flowed from her maw so easily,
Thunderstorm.
Something tightened in her chest, which was a sign enough for her to move the conversation on; Posidon didn't need to deal with all the heaviness of her heart, it wasn't purr's burden to bear. But, it seemed she wasn't the only one with a heaviness to carry. The kittypet she had only heard chipper suddenly quieted. Her paws came to a halt as he spoke, her eyes searching his expression as he talked. He had mentioned a twoleg once, the one who brought him here, let him wander off into dangerous territory alone. Only to hear he felt unloved by the very twoleg meant to treasure him.
Her own forlorn feeling silenced in a heartbeat as her fur prickled in indignation.
"How could she! It's a twolegs duty to care and love their kittypet, it's the whole reason why anyone would take the path of a kittypet rather than a wildcat." Thunderpaw's brow furrowed in disbelief.
"She is some terrible twoleg not to love you, anyone would be a fool not to. You've been nothing but kind and welcoming to strangers in your dens, only a mouse-brain wouldn't be able to see that!" She huffed, tail puffed up in second-hand upset.
Only for what she said to register as she felt her ears burn, quickly clearing her throat as she pretended to try and locate the patrol's scent. She cleared her throat as she talked again, this time not ranting.
"Well! If you don't think your kittypet life is making you happy, why don't you run away! You could join Riverclan, even, Pikestar would never turn someone away this close to Leafbare." It was more of a quick suggestion, trying to divert from her far too passionate ramblings, but it wasn't a disingenuous suggestion. She genuinely thought that if Poseidon was unfilled as a kittypet, then clan life might be better for purr. And... Well... Thunderpaw didn't like to linger on the idea of Poseidon having to leave. They had only known each other for less than a moon, and she had found herself fond of the torbie.
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Thunderpaw
✦—Riverclan apprentice | 12 moons
✦—She/Her
✦—"SPEECH", 'THOUGHTS', ATTACK
✦—A stocky cinnamon sealpoint molly with long curled ears and cold blue eyes.
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