[Thistledawn]

Originally Posted by Lonestar23

Foxheart? What leader would name a warrior Foxheart? Just the thought of that being his name made Foxpaw shudder, and all ideas of being a good warrior flew out of his head when he thought about that. Clearly a cat with that name was not going to be the best of the best. Not that Foxpaw ever thought he would be, but he could always try, right? It would be exciting to be the best warrior, but it was an unrealistic goal. It would be hard, too... not to mention weird, actually being the best... having other cats really like him, without trying as hard... being a cool tom, and all of that stuff. Foxpaw wasn't really the "coolest cat" right now, by any standards. He was pretty much an average apprentice, who wanted to be a good warrior, who wouldn't mind being leader one day, and who had dreams and ambitions and fears just like every other cat in the Clans.

There were a couple who he didn't think had as many, if any, fears; but other then that, everything was just perfectly normal. A purr arose in the tom's throat as he responded to her previous comment about his future name. "No kidding. Bet I could count on you to be supportive though, huh?" He asked, with another purr of amusement. There was no telling whether Cherrypaw would be all that supportive of him if he were to get saddled with an awful name, or if she would turn her back on him. Nightpaw would definitely be making fun of him. Silverpaw? Probably. Asterflame? There was no doubt, she would tease him all she wanted, but she would also turn on any cats who dared to actually be rotten to him about it.

Foxpaw had some good friends, Redpaw included... or was she a warrior now? The last time he'd seen her they had been younger. "Whoa, you make it sound like I'm going to be made deputy the same day," The tom joked. It wasn't all that funny, though; his mind was truly racing with the endless possibilites that would be given to him. No more warrior escorts when things got dangerous... from now on, he could go it alone if he needed to. No more training, just hunting and patrols and, when needed, fighting. Eventually his own apprentice - now that was an exciting possibility. Foxpaw was truly thrilled at the thought of that. "Probably to gather up some friends and head out to patrol or something. Or we could do something really cool, I don't know." Foxpaw answered eventually, his green eyes sparkling as he watched Cherrypaw.

Cherrypaw watched Foxpaw carefully, her blue eyes scanning his green ones. Had she gone too far? She was only joking. This was another example of why she should have thought before she opened her jaws. She sighed and lashed her white tail behind her. Her worry disappeared soon, however. Foxpaw didn't seem to caught up on Cherrypaw's bad joke. The younger apprentice's body relaxed with relief. "Of course!" She purred. "It would take a lot more than a bad name to get me to stop supporting a cat." As she thought about it, she really did mean it. A cat would have to do something extreme to make Cherrypaw stop supporting them. She knew in her heart that if a cat knowingly broke the Warrior Code, she'd find it hard to even talk to them.

"Can you blame me? Becoming a warrior is such a big change from being an apprentice. You'll have so much more freedom and all the older cats will respect you. Not to mention you won't have to do anymore apprentice duties." Cherrypaw playfully flicked her tail across the ginger tom's shoulder. "That sounds like it'll be fun." She mewed with obvious longing. "You won't forget about me when you're a warrior, will you?" She teased, her clear blue eyes sparkling.