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[Mama]

It felt so ungrateful to ask for a different name, but the one he had was just... Unbearable torture. Half, as he was trying to just go by now, following the style of a few former tribe cats just going by a single bit of their name, was not too thrilled with his warrior name. It made him think of something he wanted to forget, and though Screechstar had good intentions, he could certainly find something else.

The tall tom took a deep breath outside of the leader's cave, before tapping his paw against the wall to make it echo. "Screechstar? Could I talk to you for a moment?"

[Ava]

Screechstar was sitting in his den, humming quietly to himself, tapping his paw against the bones of a mouse he had eaten earlier that day. When he looked up, he noticed Halfpetal at his den entrance, and so the tom smiled and beckoned him inside. He had noticed that the large warrior hadn't... exactly been too thrilled about his name, though he figured it had just been him wanting a stronger name, like Halfclaw or something. Petals were delicate and easily hurt, sweet and kind, often inclined to fall in love with murderers while ultimately loving another cat though bearing the murderer's kits. Something like that, he figured, Halfpetal didn't like.

He considered Halfpetal as his son, even though they had only known each other a while. Screechstar felt his heart swell for the poor cat, with his sad backstory of how... what was it that happened? Someone loved him, then another cat killed him because he loved that she-cat that loved Halfpetal instead? Some weird plotline like that. Hmph. Whoever came up with that needs to be fired. "What can I do for you, Halfpetal?" he asked calmly, gazing up, that's right, up at the tall but younger cat.

Mama