[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

@Constellation

Weasleshade padded happily into the nursery. Thea had finally agreed to getting a warrior name, now she was Fawnfern. The name was pretty, and though it didn't completely suit her he liked it. Fawn was a very sweet name and it was very suitable name for a permanent queen, but perhaps a fiercer suffix would have suited her better. He shrugged, he wasn't the leader, plus her name was beautiful and she was the one who had agreed to getting a warrior name even if it had been his idea. The somali tom walked over to where Fawnfern lay in her nest probably watching the kits play a while a way. He sat down, and curled his tail around his paws, waiting for her to say something. He always found that in a conversation with the molly it was always best that she say the first thing because you never knew what type of mood she was in. And she had quite a temper. He had learned that for himself sadly. When he had agreed to be a adopted father to Mothpaw and Nightpaw he had not expected their adopted mother to be such a temperamental molly. The first few days had been pretty rocky, well very rocky actually and they had always been very rude to each other, constantly fighting. He knew that their relationship was better and they did not fight as much, and when they did it usually ended nicely. But who knew if she liked her knew name? She could hate it for some strange reason. She was just that type of cat. A very confusing type of cat he was not about to try and understand.

Fawnfern laid in her nest, her head sullenly on her paws, as her eyes locked ahead to pay close attention to her kits. Fawnfern was a little pouty for the last couple days because she had to accept the role of a new name. The name itself completely did not fit her. At all. Her name was special. She found nothing wrong with the name ‘Thea’. It reminded her of the tough times she managed through that made her strong. With this new name...she felt like a new cat all of a sudden. Like everything that happened in her past never happened in the first place. Fawnfern let out a soft whimper, and she shifted in her nest slightly. Now that she was a clan cat, she might as well accept their culture. She just wasn’t prepared for being stripped of everything she knew just to get a new name. In all honesty, she blamed Weaselshade for convincing her to get her name changed. She didn’t understand why he wanted her to get her name changed; did he not like her name? Fawnfern’s ears twitched when she heard someone approach. She turned her head to glance at the visitor, her fur on end until she recognized that it was only Weaselshade. Immediately, she remembered days prior of his brilliant idea to get her name changed. Fawnfern plopped back down into her nest, her paws hanging out and her head between them. “Hey, Weaselshade,” she greeted, dully, a bit gloomy. “What’s up?” She asked. She was too pouty to be curious as to why he was in here. Usually, if he wanted his kits he would had approached them, but he approached her first, so did he need something? She was too sulky to begin arguing with him; with anyone. It may not have been a big deal to have a name change, but it was to her. The name just didn’t fit her...she didn’t like it at all.