MistClan:The Clan of Secrets ((Please Join!))

[galethog.]

(I havent posted with my character for about 60 pages. Anyone want to help me with that?)

[float away.]

"That I agree with. But I myself personally prefer a warm breeze. Light and dancing, it doesn't force its way everywhere, its completely content with just being there and around someone... Anyways," he noticed how she had stopped talking for a moment, and decided it might be best to change the subject. He scented, an overwhelming amount of familiar scents flooding in as he sorted through them. Not finding what he wanted he simply shrugged, he was in no rush. "I don't believe Dewstar is currently present, she may be off at one of her secret places where she often retreats to. Instead of interrupting her I'd rather let her come back on her, if that is alright with you. In the mean time, if you are hungry we have plenty to eat. This leaf-bare has been surprisingly mild so far..." His words stopped as he sent a silent pray up to Starclan that it would remain that way.

"I... I don't know what to say..." Copperwhisker couldn't seem to get settled, shifting this way and that, constantly making minor adjustments only to end up in the exact same position she had started in. "You know, I never believed this would actually happen..."

((Sure. I have Goosepaw, Fleetkit, and Fogmask open. ))

[Joyfeather16]

He blinked softly, "That what would actually happen?" He asked with gentle curiosity as he gazed at her.

[float away.]

"You were my apprentice crush... That should all that needs to be said." She mumbled, nearly under her breath. Her muscles made her pelt rippled as she sheathed and unsheathed her claws, leaning forward slightly each time the tips of her claws touched the dirt.

[Amberpelt765]

((Agh…sorry I pooffed. I kinda ran off to the theater unexpectedly with my little sister xD)

"That's interesting." Ravenclaw said, not really listening. "And how long do you suppose you'll be staying?"

Amberkit ran into Fogmask. "Are you okay?" she asked playfully. Her earlier fear was gone now. "You look like someone took the last prey on the pile." She observed.

[Joyfeather16]

He smiled softly, "You where my warrior crush too." He murmured softly with a soft lick to her ear.

[float away.]

Fogmask struggled with his emotions for a moment before being able to take control of them and hide them from the kit. He smiled down at her and meowed, "I'm fine. I was just so worried about you, Skykit, and Fleetkit. That situation couldn't have gone as well as it did and I'm still a little stressed about it."

Copperwhisker froze, her fur slowly standing up as he licked her ear. "Ok, this isn't some sort of joke is?" She was eye with the tom, her face dead serious, suspicion in her eyes. "Just because I'm insecure doesn't mean I'm a toy."

[fiddlesticks.]

S C A R L E T T .

Blinking, Scarlett followed Thunderbelly's gaze to a reasonable pile of prey, heaped casually atop one another. Swallowing, she gave Thunderbelly an awakward nod of thanks and sauntered over to the cluster, nosing through the pile a bit self-concsiously. She already rarely ate; not because she couldn't find food, but because she was honestly never hungry. That, and whenever she did eat she hated doing it in front of others. But I have to be polite if I want to stay here. The felupine thought as she picked up a small squirrel for herself. However, a thought hit her like a smack to the face.

Why do I care if I'm to stay here or not?

As Scarlett padded back over to Thunderbelly she dropped to a crouch, taking very small bites of the plump food. "So," she began after swallowing a morsel, "Tell me about this place. Like your names, for instance. How do you name yourselves? Is it like naming your kits after the first thing you see? And were you born with the name 'Thunderbelly?'" Her ears were perked up attentively; this kind of stuff really fascinated her. She remembered meeting a Tribe in the mountains who had a Healer, and to-be's and caveguards and prey-hunters. But this wasn't excactly a cave. So what do they call it?

[Joyfeather16]

He flinched back, hurt showing in his eyes, "Why would I joke about something like this?" He asked.

[float away.]

Thunderbelly smiled as she selected a piece of prey. That smile quickly broaden at the questions she asked. Thunderbelly was somewhat of a lore-lover, he had spent his days as a kit with the elders, soaking up whatever they would offer him. "Oh dear, my name. That's a story. So I'll start off with the basics first. Our names go through stages. When a kit is born the parents choose the first part of their name, whether it be 'Red,' 'Raven,' 'Bumble', or in my case, 'Thunder.' There really is no method to those selections, sometimes it has to do with pelt color, more often than not its things the parents like or are reminded of when they see the little furballs. At that point they are a 'kit. That is to represent they are too young to train and still in the care of the queens. Queens being the mothers of course. Anyways, once a kit hits six moons they are made a 'paw, which we call apprentices.
A warrior is selected as a mentor, and the name evolves. Once this young cat has shown they are competent in all areas a warrior needs to be they are then given the second half of their name by the leader. The second half often has to do with either appearance or actions that represent that cat. It basically comes down to the thoughts of the parents when they see their kit and the characteristics the leader sees in the cat." The chocolate warrior felt himself heating up as he realized he had been rambling. It was a bad habit of his.
"My name specifically? I was named Thunderkit because I was so large, my mother saw power in me. The 'belly... well that's been a running joke in the clan since I was a few moons old. You see... when I get hungry my stomach... well it protests... loudly... like loud enough for everyone to hear. I thought it was as funny as everyone else did until my warrior ceremony. My leader gave me my name and it took a me a moment to register what had just happened. My back was greeted with full out laughter as my clanmates tried and failed to chant my new name. I was embarrassed at first, but now... I don't mind it at all. It was more than a joke. I realized that it also represents my good humor. The leader knew I couldn't even be bitter about that."

"Others have... Toms just assume I'm desperate, and I'm not." Her ears flicked back as she noticed the hurt expression. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm not trying to offend you, but young love... it made me wary."