Username: MistyWavez
Cat Name: Bleakpath
Clan: SandclanRank: Warrior
Gender: Male
Age: 19 moons
Prompt:The air was cold and bitter as a new mother took in shaky breaths, looking down at her new kits. She originally had three, but the bitterness of winter took one of them away from her. The two left alive were weak, and no one was sure if they would make it by the next moon.
“Well, what are you going to name them, Frostleaf?” The medicine cat cooed softly as she sat beside the new queen, resting. Frostleaf took in a few moments of silence, thinking deliberately on what they should be named. Finally, the molly lightly licked the bigger kit out of the two of them, purring softly. “She shall be named Dewkit, after her silver coat.”
The medicine cat gave a thoughtful nod, taking in the information. “So, that one’s Dewkit. What about the smaller kit?” The medicine cat lightly nudged the smaller kit, looking towards Frostleaf curiously. The molly sighed, turning her head away sharply. “That kit is more weak than Dewkit, there’s little chance they’ll make it. I don’t believe I should give them a name if they won’t survive.” The medicine cat sighed, and shook her head at Frostleaf, speaking softly. “Even if there is little chance they’ll survive, shouldn’t you still give them a name?” Frostleaf growled lightly, speaking bitterly without turning to face the medicine cat. “If you think they should have a name so bad, then you can name them yourself.”
“I shall then.” The medicine cat spoke with pride, looking down at the unnamed kit. After a few moments of thinking to herself, she decided upon a name. “This kit shall be known as Bleakkit, due to his coat reminding me of our territory, and his slim beginnings in life.”
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“Bleakpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code, and to protect your clan at all costs?”
Bleakpaw quickly turned his head to look at the leader speaking to him, snapping out of his thoughts. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he still couldn’t believe he was going to finally become a warrior after all of these moons. He had spent so long trying to find a new home after his was taken away by Twolegs, and now he was finally going to have one again.
“Bleakpaw, are you going to answer?”
The leader Marigoldstar spoke barely above a whisper, in hope that no other cats besides the one before her could hear her. Bleakpaw quickly looked up at her, giving a quick nod as he cleared his throat.
“I-... I do!”
Bleakpaw gave out an unsteady breath, looking excitedly up at the leader. In turn, Marigoldstar gave a satisfied nod, turning her head up to look out at all the members of the clan.
“Very well. In the name of our ancestors, I hereby give you the new name Bleakpath, after the long and treacherous journey you have made to find us. May the ancestors approve of my choice.”
Marigoldstar reached down to touch her nose to his, then sat back up as the cheers began. Bleakpath couldn’t help but sit up with pride as his new clan called out his name with excited cheers. Finally, he felt like he had a home again.