The naming of Leafpool (Book: Warrior's Prophecy 2, Starlight)
Erin Hunter walked through the yard of her large Victorian style home. Her reddish-orange hair caught a tinge from the rising sun, casting an almost blonde tinge to the classy ponytail. She lifted her arms in a stretch, aware that only the best of writer's were up at the crack of dawn like her. Inspiration could come at any time! Her green eyes surveyed the area, coming to rest upon the in-ground pool. It was the only modern feature on the outside of her Colorado home. She flipped through the blueprints that she had brought out with her, her light bright smile gleaming. The little black portfolio with her many stories was over flowing, as was her writing studio. It was so exciting that she was going to move down town into a proper office at last! It had a spectacular view of the mountains, rising up and shielding sights of the nearby village. Ed, her wonderful husband, had scored her the spot. Her stories, or blueprints as she liked to call them, were coming along nicely, though it looked about time to give Leafpaw her full name. Erin ran mentally through the list that she had already used, heart, wing, fur, claw, pelt, leaf, and leg…Leafstorm? No, her mother is Sandstorm, it just doesn't sound right… She dipped her feet into the pool stirring the water with one bright pink toenail. A leaf floated past, and Erin's eyes widened in disbelief. That's it! There are leaves in my pool! Leafpool! She sighed the name was so perfect. Quickly, she threw open the grand oak door and raced up the staircase to the master bedroom. There was Ed, still fast asleep.
"Wake up silly!" She called, jumping onto the bed teasingly."I've finally got the name, Leafpool!"
Ed groaned, used to hearing of all her trouble to make four clans full of exotic and interesting names. "That's great," he moaned, with a teasing note in his voice he added, "Remember when I helped you name Rainwhisker?"…
The naming of Rainwhisker (Book: Somewhere between Firestar's Quest and Midnight)
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Ed walked out onto the terrace. It was an overcast day with the promise of rain any minute. Erin was in her studio, no doubt working on that warriors series she was always talking about. It surprised him that with her fierce love of cats, that they only had one. A black and white splotched kitten that he had named Gomez, but that had a different nickname each time Erin came up with a good one. Including Spiderleg (Really?), and Ravenpaw. He checked the watch strapped to his arm, 12:15. He still had an hour before the meeting at his work. Sleeping in has its perks! Ed, hummed, walking into the spacious kitchen and getting out the frying pan and eggs. Nothing like a good home cooked breakfast to start off the day. His wife than walked in, her face was smudged with ink, and the baggy overalls that she wore while writing were covered in little bits of paper. He walked over and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Good morning Sweetheart" he smiled. "What has you so troubled?"
Looking slightly flustered, she replied, "I have to name Willowpelt's three kits, and I'm running out of names!"
He looked at her with a smile, as he knew which apprentices she was referring to: Sorrelpaw, Rainpaw, and Sootpaw. Ed didn't offer up any names, seeing as each one seemed to get worse and worse for him. He rubbed her arm consolingly, and led her over to the counter stools.
"Come on, just have some eggs and everything will be fine" he murmured to his stressed wife. I guess being a writer isn't as easy as it looks… He followed the ornate rug to the front door, and gently eased it open. The newspaper was lying at the end of the circle driveway, no doubt soaking wet by now. When he had been consoling Erin the rain had begun to fall. Ed ducked his head and ran flat out, snatching the newspaper and slamming the door. He shook his head, tiny droplets spinning everywhere. Thinking he could cheer her up, he walked into the kitchen.
Putting one hand to his dark brown beard, he stroked it, his hand coming back wet. "Hey look honey! I have rain in my whiskers!"
Erin's eyes grew large, but not with laughter like he had expected. "Rain in your whiskers. That's it, thank you! Rainwhisker!"
Her husband just stood stunned as she rushed up and gave him a huge hug before dashing back to her studio. Ed let out a little chuckle, rain in his whiskers…that's a good one!