❦ Something itched at her brain like a burr that'd lodged itself into her pelt. She didn't know how long ago it found itself in her skull, but Juniperstar's first meeting had pushed its thorny spikes further a now bruised and throbbing chunk of her brain.
Apparently, Starclan saw fit to give everyone new names now that the colony was now not-the-colony-now-renamed-Thunderclan, or ... nearly everyone. 'Crying Dove... you are an image of gentleness and beauty... I see no reason to change you... Cryingdove fits you perfectly.' Juniperstar's declaration made her cringe. She'd thought that wasn't correct... Or, not totally. Or, perhaps she'd left a good enough impression on the leader, and she was just muddling herself up with insecurity. Or perhaps something else was the matter.
It was indeed. Something else.
She approaches the leader's den with the casual saunter she keeps in all matters, and enters with a hopefully-cute smile, "Juniperstar, do you have a moment for a quick question?"
- ooc: @juniperstar
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❦ cryingdove- thunderclan warrior - twenty moons - she/they - younger sister of gracebloom and gentleflame- a striking longhaired seal mink with low white and aqua eyes. fluffy and conventionally attractive, one has to wonder how much time she spends grooming herself every day..
- detached and hedonistic, it seems like Dove hasn't a care in the world for any particular thing or cat beside herself. she cringes away from assigned responsibilities and prefers to skirt along the path of least resistance.
- speech is be6284 , attack in underline, penned by eezy -