pink cloud summer . kitten naming

[Plague]

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"In my home, names are more than just identifiers."

Plague looks upon her three kittens, just a moon old, staring up at her with round baby-eyes and softly tipped ears. A small smile rests upon her face as she ponders the long-awaited naming of her children.

"They are sacred. Parents take a long time to decide on a name - for they are more than just our titles, they are us."

'Ivory' had been hers, once upon a time. It was her fur, shining and gentle; it was her personality, sharp and insightful. It was a shame to lose it - but she knows her beloved did not re-brand her lightly.

"Today, my loves, you receive your names."

A small pause follows, as she side-eyes the entrance to the den.

"And, well, if we are going to stay.. WindClan insists their own little spin. But they will not cost meaning, dears."

First, her little beauty; a soft white akin to her own undertones, caped by spotted ginger. My mother was a red tabby, just like you, she muses, her thoughts manifesting in a subtle purr that rumbles deep in her throat. And she could not overlook the kitten's eyes - one yellow, like her siblings and her mother, and one blue, just like... Plague stops her thoughts and takes in a small breath, before placing her nose upon the kitten's head.

"You, my love, will be a strong cat one day - beautiful, elegant, and wise. You are destined for greatness, little one."

Her smile grows, yet her gaze seems to take on a subtle narrow.

"But your greatest strength will lie within, away from the grasps of others. Like the great tree, you will learn to be unwavering and graceful.. but lethal. You must be dangerous yet protective, little Yewkit, to protect your heart. No matter what it takes. You are the one I entrust to carry the parts of me that must survive."

Next, Plague presses her nose to the forehead of her only son, her most curious.

"You look so much like your father, sweetheart,"

she muses, warding away the pang of anger that clicks in her heart. If only he made the right choice. He could have seen you now. Grief paints itself in his grey stripes.. but there will be more to him than a somber reminder.

"Life is not easy, my child. It can be beautiful, just like you, my little ones.."

she pauses to let her smile shine to the other two, listening so closely,

".. but it can also be bleak, and empty. But I will love you.. and so you will prevail. You are the quiet that follows a storm.. the ash left behind where new life will grow. You will be Drearykit, my son. A reminder that you can overcome the darkness that this world will force upon you."

And, finally, her determined daughter, a lilac tabby with her father's stripes and her mother's elegant pelt.

"And you.. well, I've put much thought to your name, little one."

It was a masterpiece in Plague's own mind - all three of their names were, passionately woven with symbolism and omen.

"The world is not kind, dearest. You must be as fearsome as you are kind - lest others take advantage of your generosity. You must be guarded, mysterious, and stealthy.. for then your heart will remain safe and unbroken. Like a spirit, you will be both feared and cherished in balance. You will be Phantomkit. "

Perhaps now the Clan will stop hounding her for taking so long to name her children. To any cats listening in, Plague lifts her chin with a knowing smile, daring them with a falsely polite smirk to challenge her once more.

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• ooc: — @Yewkit @drearykit @phantomkit - this is open, no need to wait!
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  PLAGUE — SHE/HER ･ 25 MOONS ･ QUEEN ; WINDCLAN ･ PENNED BY IXORA

  a complex molly; timid and meek on the surface, but what dwells beneath?

 

[Yewkit]

YEWKIT

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This was one of the best days of her life - mother was giving her a name! A real name, one just for her, that would define who she is meant to be. Most of all, mother was kind. She had been trying so hard to please her, to be the kind of kitten who never made things harder than they already were. She had learned quickly that being too playful left mother tired, her sighs echoing in her ears, and so she had decided to be quiet and small, to give mother as little to worry about as possible.

She looks up now, her mismatched eyes wide and shining. The warmth in her mother's gaze fills her inside, and she smiles, ready to receive her name. Until now, she has just been one of the kits, but from this point onward, she will be someone, with a name and a place in this world. She listens carefully as mother talks to them, explaining the reasoning behind their names. "Like the great tree, you will learn to be unwavering and graceful.. but lethal. You must be dangerous yet protective, little Yewkit, to protect your heart."

Yewkit. This is her. Yew. Strong, rooted, protective. Her tail twitches in excitement. She will protect mother and her siblings, Drearykit, who looks so much like the father she doesn't know, and Phantomkit, who is already so bold and determined. She will keep them safe, guard them, even with her own life.

Now that all three names had been spoken, Yewkit is left feeling proud, her heart filled with determination. She dips her head and murmurs softly, "Thank you, mother. I will do my best to live up to this name." Her voice is small, but steady, carrying all the promise of who she will grow into.

 

[lotuskit lotuskit]

Lotuskit only has her own experiences to draw from - and from her earliest steps within consciousness, she's always had her name. While she hasn't ventured out enough to ask Plague why the molly hadn't named her brood yet, it was a damning curiosity that plagued (haha) the kitten. After all, gifting names can't be that hard, can it? She and her sisters, for example, are each named for their relatives or the realms around them. Sure, Plague doesn't seem to have much of that at all but... hey, Grasskit would've been a better start than nothing at all, right...?

In any case, the child walks into the nursery partway through the caretaker's second naming, only catching a few words and hearing Drearykit before she understands what sort of ceremony she's stumbled upon. Usually cloudy and unfocused eyes sharpen with quiet glee as she stills her paws, waiting by her nest for the moggy to finish out her endeavor with her three children. Lotuskit misses the first, but hears the last, and draws to the conclusion that they all are named something rather dark, but not unpleasant. There's meaning beneath every syllable.

"Those are such cool names, Plague..." Lotuskit chimes in finally, not reading the barely-threaded malice that laces the molly's smile. "I thought you were going to name one Nothingkit," she admits without holdback, expressing that kits without names is odd to her in the very least.

 

[Phantomkit Phantomkit]

Phantomkit​

status: calm​

The lilac kitten watches her mother with a quietness that has rested in her bones from the time she was born. Her face carrying that of neutrality and annoyance more often than not. She knows they did not have names, something their mother was very purposeful about, based on her words. It never bothered her before, too young to even really understand the words that even formed said name. Now though, when her mother utters the name Phantomkit, dubs her with the weight of spirits past, the future of being feared, she gives only one single slow blink. She is the last to be named. It does not bother her.

Phantom turns to Yew as her sister blinks and lowers her eyes at her, not a squint nor a glare. Not suspicion either. She bumps the other's shoulder half playfully. "You're too stiff. Too formal." Names were important but her sister was talking it all serious like and Phantom herself barely refrained from rolling her eyes. Instead she focuses on the arrival of Lotuskit, who had wandered in half-way through the event. "Nothingkit is a perfectly fine name." Especially if it was Plague giving the name. She does squint at this kit. Non-family easy to earn her ire. She turns away after that, looking back to her mother and dips her head in acceptance. She will speak no more unless spoken too. A kitten of few words indeed.

Cause I'm more than what my mum told me to be

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  PHANTOMKIT She/Her A tall lilac tabby with yellow eyes and a clear no nonsense demeanor
  
  𓉸 Kit of Windclan
  𓉸 Sister to Yewkit and Drearykit / Daughter to Plague
  𓉸 1 moons; ages on the 1st of every month (updated 9/20/2025)
  𓉸 speech thought action
  𓉸 peaceful/healing powerplay permitted
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[DIMMINGSUN]

Dimmingsun vividly remembers scoffing upon the idea of kittens. He remembers his parents' disappointment—the only thing he remembers about them, really—whenever he brushed aside the topic. Legacy, they'd say, as if that meant anything. Family is important, they'd say, and then sneer at him at the smallest of mistakes. He had decides against ever fathering one a long time ago. It's not like he would make a stellar parental figure to begin with. Why curse one by making it carry even a drop of his blood?

Still... now that he has a responsibility to all of WindClan, he can't exactly avoid the nursery forever. It's at least a bit frustrating. Kits tend to be annoying across all stages of, well, kithood: they only know how to wail and cry when they are too little to speak, and once they gain the ability to converse, they soon become an eternal menace. At least he has been spared from their shenanigans... for now. Telling a story or two had been a pleasant enough experience so far. Now, a loner like himself has settled in with her kits. Dimmingsun ought to check them out.

He almost feels bad for intruding on a moment meant clearly for family only. Almost. Despite his initial reservations, curiosity gets them better of him as he slips into perhaps the safest WindClan den and catches the end of Plague and her kits' conversation.

"Settling in, are we?"

he muses, drawing closer to Plague but still keeping a respectable distance. She may not be too keen on a bulky tom encroaching upon her young.