Private Leader's Den So I'll give myself a name, something stupid and pretentious || Name request

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI...? 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 'CAUSE EVERYTHING I THOUGHT I KNEW HAS PROVEN TO BE WRONG

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Kuhli had thought long enough about what their clan name should be. They didn't ask for suggestions nor opinions, wanting something that would be theirs - and a surprise to everyone. Something special that they could hold dear.

They had been part of RiverClan for a while now and, despite Kuhli being their current name, they felt weird still using it - how were they to fit in with the rest of their clanmates when they still bore their kittypet name? How were they meant to prove their dedication, if half of their identity was still tied to their previous life? It was time to step out of the past and embrace RiverClan wholly.

The ringed cat approached the hollow tree that belonged to their brother, cautiosly, but determined. Pikestar was a busy cat, but Kuhli hoped he would have a moment to spare his sibling. "Hey Pike...?" they spoke out loud, getting the leader's attention. "May I come in?"

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OOC: @PIKESTAR

 

[PIKESTAR PIKESTAR]

The silver leader had returned not too long ago from his early morning stroll. Currently he'd been sorting through the bones within his den, placing the well degraded fishbones in one pile. As much as he wished that the bones could be preserved forever, much like the shiny stones and trinkets he'd collected over the moons, it simply couldn't be. Anyhow, he wouldn't be sad for too long. After all, he'd just go off to collect more bones that caught his eye. Maybe I should ask the weavers if some stuff can be made with all the shiny things I've got? Some of this stuff will look nicer if it can hang from den walls. Or would that be a little unsafe? The image of the den collapsing on him... Yeah no.

A voice booms from the entrance of his den. He says nothing at first, expecting a clanmate to enter. Instead of hearing the thump of pawsteps, he is asked a question. A question that only leaves him baffled, but he answers nonetheless.

"Uhhh, yeah? Sure, come in!"

It is only then that the thump of pawsteps begins, which is odd. He's more accustomed to clanmates just entering his den when they please. Either they asked him for his thoughts on a certain matter or they simply wanted to hang out. He can't tell you the amount of times he's had Peachtrot in his den and all they did was gush about the treasure they found for the day. However, it never occurred to him that the newcomers of their clan wouldn't know this fact. Granted... I don't know how I'd feel about Umber or Dark deciding to stay in my den until sunrise.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he turns to face his guest. It's none other than Kuhli, his sibling. A bone in paw, he tilts his head questioningly.

"Something up? Or are you passing on some news from Frostmoth or Jinglemoon? If Frostmoth set out for Skyclan, then I better get out there and see what everyone's up to."

𝐨𝐨𝐜 𓆩♱𓆪 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭

• PIKESTAR

  — leader of riverclan, former shipyard cat
  ♱ 44 moons — he/him — ages realistically on the 1st
  ♱ speech is

  "#36D9AB"

  — thoughts are italics — attacks are underlined
  ♱ short haired silver mackerel tabby with green eyes
  ♱ peaceful & healing powerplay permitted — underline & tag when attacking
  ♱ penned by velou — kasaven on discord — open to plots & dms
  

 

[Kuhli]

∘˙○˚.• KUHLI...? 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

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At the invitation, Kuhli walked into their brother's den. It sure was... something. Bones and shells and other various trinkets scattered across the ground - Kuhli stared, but not in confusion nor disgust. They were just taken aback, for they had no possessions of their own and didn't even think of acquiring any. But now that the thought crossed their mind, it felt like such an obvious thing to do.

"Oh..uhhh.. I..." Kuhli started, feeling a little silly about their request. "I was just wondering... we've been part of RiverClan for a while now and... well.." It felt really wrong to just ask for a name, Kuhli wasn't sure what the customs for it were. "I understand if you think we've not integrated enough within the clan culture for us to be considered full on warriors.... but even as apprentices I would... I would like to let go of my name. If that's okay with you."

They searched Pike's eyes for any sign of approval or disapproval, but the tom was unreadable, unreachable despite being kin. Kuhli wasn't sure how they could mend their relationship enough for Pike to let them in, but they hoped one day they would get there. "I have been thinking about what to name myself. I think... I wanted to honor my previous life and I wanted to honor us." Kuhli paused for a moment, hoping Pikestar wouldn't laugh at their suggestion. "I would like to be called Eelbrook." they finally revealed. "If you'll let me."

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OOC: n/a