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Petals cascaded from the crown situated upon her head, and Sunkit duly noted that the flowers were wilted and pale as opposed to how vibrant they'd been a few days prior when her mother had gifted her the flower crown. There was no sign of Poppymask for her to complain to, nor Ratstar to coo away her irritation, which left her in a sour mood (though that wasn't unusual for SummerClan's self-appointed judge and jury). She discarded the rest of her crown like yesterday's trash, her claws ripping up the remaining leaves, before she slunk toward the nursery to find someone new to croon over how pretty she was or potentially a new victim to thrash.
The ginger tabby tom was... decidedly not the best to approach as far as unprompted compliments and heart eyes were concerned. He was kind, considerate, and every bit a gentleman that his family raised and would never bash another, no matter their identification.
However, there was something about the egotistical and narcissistic that instantly set him on edge. It made his teeth grind, his jaws pop, and fire erupt in his heart with seemingly no end.
Lifting his head from where he was previously focused on cleaning his paws from the morning’s meal, he blinked, inwardly dreading whatever interaction was heading his way with each step she took.
“Sunkit.” He greeted, the name feeling unusual, given it was his own as well. Were names really so hard to come by in his home that they were reusing them?
She would have passed right by him without a word had he not addressed her, prompting a cold glare to fixate on him. "What do you want, not-Sunkit?" Upon discovering that there was another who shared her name in the clan, Sunkit had been enraged and tried everything she could to convince her father to rename him. When that plan was foiled, she'd decided on her own accord that he, quite simply, was not Sunkit. She hadn't come up with a new name as of yet, but not-Sunkit just seemed fitting.
The urge to roll his eyes was strong. He tamped it down with a remarkable amount of strength and maturity.
“That’s typically the respectful way to act when someone’s passing by. Would you rather I ignore you? Either way, it would’ve twisted you in a knot. Pick your battles.”
He turned back to grooming himself, believing himself to have made his point plainly enough and not interested in rising to the bait anymore than he already had. As it was, he should’ve simply let her attitude wash over him and move on, but he was tired of being treated lesser than he was.
Deciding this spot was more comfortable than not-Sunkit was annoying, she plopped down next to him stubbornly. "I would rather you had a different name or lived somewhere else. But I appreciate you asking." There was ice in her tone, frostiness obscuring any honesty that might exist in her forbidding blue eyes.
He glanced at her, now in curiosity. "What bothers you so much about my name? I've never heard anyone complain so much or so loudly about something out of their control before." He shifted his stance so he was leaning against the den, watching her like a scientist would watch their most recent experiment.
"Because," Sunkit's voice was now laced by exasperation, "I'm Ratstar's daughter and you're just some rogue kit. I don't want anyone gettin' us confused." Though, with how strongly she resembled her mother, there was a low chance of that happening, but good luck convincing her of that. "Wouldn't you want your own name anyway? Somethin' you don't have to share?"
He tilted his head. “You think because we have the same name, no one would be able to differentiate us?” He blinked. “I mean, for one, we don’t look alike. For another, you’re a girl.” He shrugged. “I don’t really think about having ‘my own name’. I have what I have ‘cuz my mum and da gave it to me. I’m grateful to them. I feel like if I were to change my name, it would be a dishonor to them.”
She seemed to consider his logic, but really Sunkit was just growing bored of the semantics. "Your ma and pa ain't here, so why would it matter?" She wasn't attached to her name because of some connection to had to her parents (not at this stage in her life, anyway) but because the sun was warm and pretty and it was a really big star. And she was the biggest star in SummerClan, obviously.
The ginger tabby flinched back at her senseless words. It was as though he’d been attacked by a pair of icy claws, the tears in his resolve and sense of self experiencing instant frostbite, the frigid burn an uncomfortable accompaniment to the painful beating of his heart. He turned his head away, allowing himself this moment of weakness. He lived a good life with Otterrace, Willowfish, and the rest of SummerClan. Sure, occasionally it was a little difficult, especially with Willowfish, but they’d offered him a home. He hadn’t been reminded of his birth parents in such an offhanded, cold way since... well, ever.
“If you’re trying to illicit an emotional response so that I’ll show my belly and change my name, I’m afraid you’ll have to try harder than that.” He sneered, then controlled himself. “My name is my name and that’s that. If you’d like, we can consider it our name and move on. I’d rather have a friend than a snarky enemy with zero comebacks and an inability to individualize herself simply because she shares a name. If you’re going to be unique, try something else. Obviously this is a dead end.”
"It was just a question." This time she hadn't intended for it to be a jab or to upset him, but guilt in Sunkit manifested differently than it would in a typical cat that felt typical emotions. She fluffed her coat out as if to utilize it as a shield against the insults he threw back at her, her expression withdrawing from curiosity to bitterness, which was just a mask for the hurt. "I just wanted to understand. Nevermind."
The orange tabby kitten gazed uncomfortably at the she-kit before him for a moment, weighing the pros and cons of letting his guard drop back down. He couldn't tell if it was just a charade she was putting on, if she would allow her barbed tongue to strike close to home yet again. But Sunkit wasn't one to close his heart off to anyone. Everyone deserved a second chance. Maybe even a third. But after that–
"No, it's..." He sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm... sensitive, about it, I guess." His ears twitched in discomfort. "I guess I care more than I thought I did." He gazed at her for a few more seconds, which felt like minutes, before he nodded his head.
"Why don't we do something? I mean, unless you were heading somewhere important, before I stopped you."
Though not-Sunkit did have more of a capacity to apologize, she waved it away with her tail which was the only form of acknowledgement he was gonna get on that. "I'm always goin' somewhere important kid," came her overly dramatic sigh, enunciating the last syllable for a extra emphasis. She hadn't really been going anywhere, much less somewhere urgent, but she wasn't about to tell him that. "What things do you like to do, not-Sunkit? Me and my brothers and sister like to play clans a lot, but we don't have enough cats for that. Plus, we can't both be Sunstar, obviously."
“I...” He blinked. “I’m not sure. I haven’t really played with anyone yet. I talk to the others occasionally, but no one has much interest in spending time with me. Sometimes, though, I like to watch you guys play clans. It looks like fun.” He smiled a bit. “Do you hope to be leader one day?” He tilted his head. “Is that why you’re Sunstar?”
"Maybe you're weird," she bluntly stated in her special Sunkit brand of unreserved honesty. "You're not so bad. You'll be better once we find a new name for ya." It was becoming clear she wasn't going to let that go anytime soon. She was nothing if not persistent. "Of course I'll be leader one day. It's in my blood, ya know? I'm way better suited for it than the others. Doesn't everyone wanna be leader someday, though?"
The orange kitten shrugged. "I guess? I don't want to be leader any day. It sounds like too much stress. What if one of your clanmates gets hurt? That means it's your fault if you're the leader. I don't think I could handle that." He shook his head. "I don't want to change my name, but... maybe I could have a nickname. Just from you. So that we can hang out together and you don't feel so uncomfortable." He smiled a bit. Compromise was the best way to find common ground with a new friend.
Yeah, he was a weird one alright, but she elected to let that slide for now, instead mulling over his proposal. She supposed a nickname could work, though it would be hardly out of character for her to convince their other nursery denmates to pick up on the trend. "Hmmm.. a nickname, huh? We could always call you Orangekit, but that's too obvious, I think. You don't look like a Strongkit either but maybe...oh!" Suddenly, her eyes were wide and reverent, a mischievous smirk on her maw. "I think Moonkit would be perfect."
