By Any Other Name [Zephyrfang] Aug 22, 2015 20:51:33 GMT -5
Post by Bloodrose on Aug 22, 2015 20:51:33 GMT -5
A strange mess of nervousness and excitement roiled within the tortoiseshell tabby she-cat as she padded forward. She moved at a steady pace, step for step with the brown tabby at her side. She kept stealing glances his way, drawing on his seemingly unshakable certainty to strengthen her reserve. It wasn't that she didn't want this. She did. Zephyrfang had convinced her that it would be a good thing, that it wouldn't change who she was. But she was still so nervous. She'd been known as Brokensong her entire life. It had never seemed wrong to her, in fact, it had always made sense.
But if... No, she liked to think of it as when. When they had kits, would they truly wonder why their mother was broken, all because of a name? Would they see her differently, because of what her name seemed to say? She knew that Zephyrfang only wanted what was best for her. The more she thought about it, the better an idea it all seemed. Even so, this was her name. Could she really go by another name? And yet... Hadn't she always gone by another name, at least in the eyes of the tom she loved so much?
She smiled softly to herself as the pair pulled to a stop in front of Lionstar's den. Standing there with her fur brushing against Zephyrfang's, she knew that she would be able to do this, so long as he was by her side. He'd helped her pick out a new name, one that he'd begun calling her quite regularly since they'd decided upon it. She also realized that she liked the new name. A lot. It was new, yet it was oddly familiar. It was different enough, and almost made her feel... Stronger.
Her hazel-green eyes turned to meet his as she smiled, nervously yet widely, and nodded. She knew that he'd understand she was ready. So long as Lionstar agreed to do the ceremony, and she sincerely hoped that he would, this would be one of her last few encounters as the warriorsess Brokensong. She'd become known not as broken, but simply silent. Silentsong. If Lionstar questioned their motives, she knew she and Zephyrfang would find a way to get him to see that it was the right path. She couldn't help but wrap her plume-like tail around her mate's, turning to face the entrance again and waiting for Zephyrfang to call out for entry.
StarClan's favour, shine on us.