- Username;; dewly_noted
Cat Name;; Breezy Willow [formerly falcon]
Gender;; male
Age;; 31 moons
Clan;; BeachClan to be fallen
Rank;; wave runner to be ranger
Prompt;;
His mother had named him Falcon. He had loved that name, it had meant the world to him. It was who he was, he was Falcon. It was the very nature of his being. He loved heights, he loved hunting, he was who his name suggested. A falcon. Tribe born he knew that when the time came for his graduation the ancestors would don upon him a new name.
He had been out on the territory, roaming, searching, trying to find that special sign as he was taught he should when the image of a willow tree caught his full attention. It's leaves whispered through the breeze and in his ears he heard his new name 'breezy willow,' He hated it. Absolutely loathed it. So when he returned to camp and it was asked of him what the ancestors had given him as name he bent the truth. 'breezy falcon'.
The deception lasted about as long as you would have expected. The prophets called him out on his lies in less than an hour and made a revised announcement. He was Breezy Willow and the clan was to call him such. The fear his friends had for the ancestors far out weighed his discomfort with the name Breezy Willow. So despite his protest he continued to be called Breezy Willow, or Willow for short. He will carry this anger with him to the day he dies.
The fact that the ancestors, dead people, get to mess up your name? It will always be his biggest problem with his tribe. [259/500]
