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 Information

• 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.