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Quailsong
The golden tom peered at Dustsong. She was a strange cat, but in a good way. It suddenly came to him that he had never met a normal cat in the thunder other than Buckstar, but that didn't really count because he was the leader of it all. Lionpaw had nothing against all the unusuallality. He just found it unusual. But that was normal, wasn't it?
Deciding not to dwell on it too much, Lionpaw shifted his train of thought to his status within the clan. He wasn't on best terms with the leader, so he could expect for his promotion to be delayed a bit. Not that he minded; the tom still felt too inexperienced to be a warrior, regardless of his age.
His mentor?
"Whiteclaw," the abyssinian mix responded, thinking back to that irritating, grey tomcat. The older feline thought that his jokes were funny, they they took things way too far. Never tease a stranger, Lionpaw had been told before. His mentor had ignored that rule.
Names had power, especially in the clan. Since they'd spoken about him, it was time to return to offer.
"So, where did you get your name?" the apprentice asked. Hopefully there would be a semi-decent answer awaiting him.