[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Mystical

Weaselshade said nothing, but he knew that she was upset whether she said so or not. She at least wasn't happy. He knew what it was like when she was happy and she was not happy. He could almost smell the unhappiness. Surprisingly it made him feel sad as well. He usually never cared about what she thought of how she felt and he had come in to check on the kits, but she was kind of his friend now and he couldn't leave her all depressed. A while ago he would have just shrugged it off and went to talk to the kits, actually a while ago he wouldn't have come in at all. But things had changed and now he cared for her. She was like another Lionsoar, but far different. When she was calm and happy he wouldn't feel as if he needed to anything, because she was content. He could just go play with the kits. But being the tom that he was if he saw a friend [even Fawnfern] sad. He looked over at all the kits playing in the nursery and the warming picture didn't make him feel any better. He turned his gaze back to Fawnfern completely silent, just thinking. He closed his eyes for a moment, and took a deep breath but he still couldn't understand why he was feeling sad. He knew she was friend, well maybe a friend, but when one of his other friends was sad he never felt so sad. Maybe it was the type of sad but he doubted it. Perhaps it was the fact he didn't know what was troubling her. Suddenly he was jerked out of his thoughts and his ears stood straight up on his head. He stood up and walked over closer to her. There was a knot in his stomach, guilt probably. "Of course I liked your name, It was unique." He said seriously, but also reassuringly. Her name had been very unique and very different, but there was nothing wrong with it, in his opinion at least. "But I thought that maybe if you had a warrior name other cats would accept you." He said honestly, he hadn't actually thought of that fact when he had convinced her, but somehow he knew that somehow that was one of the reasons. He hadn't known her name was that special to her or that it would come off as him not liking her old name.

Did she hear him correctly? Fawnfern blinked a doe-eyed expression when Weaselshade assured her that he liked her name. It made her just a tiny bit better hearing those words....unless he was lying to her. The hostile feeling of Weaselshade lying to her was gone in a flash. Now, Weaselshade might intentionally annoy or ignore her most times, but she doubt he would ever lie to her. “Oh.” Fawnfern said. The reason he wanted her name changed was because he wanted to help her. Not out of spite, because he disliked her. It made perfect sense! All the other cats had these estranged, complicated names that made them warriors. Whenever they looked at Fawnfern - when she was Thea - it was an expression of disgust. Usually, Fawnfern paid no mind to anyone. In addition, she had been lucky enough to make a few nonjudgmental friends who liked her for a humor and not background. She still found it misleading, however. With a warrior name now, others would hardly know that she used to be a kittypet. Perhaps...that was a good thing. One thing she did know was that full-clan kits was accepting in their clan. Her kits were half-kittypet, and maybe that would follow them for the rest of their lives. She recalled the day when Weaselshade told her that he wasn’t full Windclan. His adoptive mother was Windclan, found him on the borders. So, if he weren’t Windclan...then what clan was he? What was his true background? For all she knew, he was probably as much kittypet as she was. Or possibly loner or rogue. “I just wish these cats accepted me for who I am and not from where I came from. It’s like whenever I tell someone I’m a former kittypet - they act like a murdered Windclan’s leader!” She spat. Being in a clan was such a troubling thing to her. Sometimes she wondered why she settled for the likes of it. If that wasn’t enough, she was still baffled as to why Weaselshade wanted to help her. Especially with all the arguing they did...a change of heart, possibly? Fawnfern slowly got to her paws and she climbed out her nest, shaking the debris from her lithe form. Her blue eyes looked up at Weaselshade. “Alright, Weasel, what else you want me to change about myself? Maybe we’ll frolic into the sunset and groom each other’s fur now, what do you say?” Even if a new name, she was still the same feisty feline. Her tone had been joking and sarcastic, a hint of playfulness toward the tom. She was still a little bitter over her name change, but she’ll get used to it after some time.