Sparkstorm had been asked about her name a lot.

Tawnypelt, upon hearing it, had cornered Bramblestar at a Gathering and asked him why he named his kit Sparkkit.

Mistystar, very respectfully, had asked who had come up with it.

Sandstorm had a look of disbelief while Graystripe laughed at the fact that Sparkkit defended her name as viciously as she defended her brother.

She had the Clan whispering about her as she grew up.

'She looks like Firestar.'

'Will she be like Firestar?'

'Will she be like Squirrelflight?'

'Sandstorm?'

'Leafpool?'

'Bramblestar?'

'Tigerstar?'

Sparkstorm had turned her tail to those cats, remembering what her mother had said to her in the nursery.

"Mama, why did you let Papa name me Sparkkit?" she had wailed, burying herself in her mother's fur that matched her own.

"Oh, little kit," Squirrelflight had purred soothingly. "Bramblestar didn't name you, I did."

"But why?" she sniffled. "The others make fun of me for it. Why couldn't I have had a normal name?"

Squirrelflight licked her daughter's head. "You look like my father," she began to explain, "but I don't want you growing up trying to be him. You will create your own story, not recreate Firestar's life. You will be the spark of cats something great, starting with yourself before others."

Sparkkit, soothed by her mother's words, had purred happily at that.

As Sparkstorm trekked through the woods, she recalled her mother's words.

'I won't be like anyone else,' she decided firmly. 'I'll be like me. I'll be the spark that drives cats to be themselves instead of others.'

Overlooking all of the lake, she said to herself, "My mother lived in Firestar's shadow, my father in Tigerstar's. I'll be the spark that starts a storm of cats who don't have to live in other's shadows."

Padding back to the warriors' den, she entered her mother's den.

"Thank you for my name, mother," she whispered, pressing her nose into the ginger she-cat's graying fur.

Purring, Squirrelstar nuzzled her daughter. "You've lived up to it. You deserve it, my warrior, my deputy, my daughter, my little kit. You were the spark to a storm of change, and the Clans will remember it forever."

Gratitude in her eyes, she went to her nest, satisfied that she had done what was needed, satisfied that she had earned her name.