[Brilliance]

Originally Posted by Cosmo

It's only a moon Mothy, only a moon. She had to keep reminding herself that, soon she would be a warrior like her friends. Larkhowl, Rowanspring, and now Lynxtalon. She didn't have any friends. Okay, so there was Cloudedpaw, he was one or two moons younger than her, but he was, well different, he needed to loosen up a little bit. She could go hang out with him, and quite honestly, she should be training. Her mentor though, probably wasn't even aware of her existence. She could hunt, quite well if they were ground rodents, and acceptable hunting a rabbit with someone else. She couldn't fight though, which was very unfortunate. She hoped there wouldn't be need for fighting, but it was all in the name warrior. Way too much fighting even in the name. She sighed. She still wanted to be a warrior.

Mothpaw looked around, searching for maybe Cloudedpaw. She assumed that he would at least bore her to death with what he said. That didn't matter though, at least he wasn't going to go around flirting with any warrior she-cat he lay eyes on. She didn't see him, and she assumed that he was talking to his brother or Oriolepaw. He could be training with his mentor. Then she saw someone else, someone she would much prefer to talk to. Lynxtalon! She didn't bother to wonder what he was doing, she just ran towards him, and skidded to a halt right in front of him. "Lynxtalon," she purred, trying out the name. "How are you? I haven't seen you since you became a warrior!"

Lynxtalon felt that he found a perfect target. The molly was only only a bit of a distance, cozily by herself, lounging in the grass. She was a pretty tortoiseshell color, maybe a few moons older than him? It didn't matter to him much because they were both warriors, under the same title, so that alone gave him confidence. Lynxtalon always been pretty confident, especially having a mentor who he looked up to ever since he was a small kit. He gave his chestfur a couple licks, ruffling his short pelt up to give off that 'bad boy' appeal that many of the ladies seem to enjoy. He was pepping himself up to start approaching her when another familiar feline caught him off guard. Lynxtalon jumped, his head pulling back when...who was this? His vision was blurred at first until it cleared and made out the figure of one of his best friends. His ears twitched, ''Oh, hiya, Mothy!" He greeted, exuberantly.

Lynxtalon knew he haven't been the greatest of friend to her with being more focused on making many other friends and focusing on his skills. She kinda just faded in the background, but despite that, she was still his number one friend...he just needed to learn to put her first. Of course, his eyes glanced quickly at the molly he did want to chat with, but he quickly brushed her aside to focus on his friend that was in front of him. He swiped his tail affectionately over her ear. He chuckled at her, ''I feel pretty much the same. Being a warrior doesn't seem all that different and all.'' That was a total lie, but Lynxtalon was simply playing it cool. It was awesome being a warrior! Evidently, he couldn't contain in his excitement for too long because he started bouncing and swishing his tail excitedly. ''It's so awesome being a warrior, Mothy! The other warriors treat you as their equal instead of some little kit. Then, there's sharing prey with them and having mature conversations...it's so amazing. You're going to love being a warrior! You know, when you get there and all.'' He laughed, flashing her a quick smile. ''Not to even forget to mention how much I love my name. I can say it all day!'' He mused with a purr. ''Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon, Lynxtalon...'' He trailed off with a blissful sigh. It was no surprise that Lynxtalon earned the suffix of his name because of his long, sharp claws. ''I can't wait until you earn your name, Mothy. What do you think it's going to be?''