Shadowpaw glances around his clan, avoiding everywhere but his mother's gaze. Nightstar looks down at him, and he knows there's love in her eyes.
How can he tell her now?
"Shadowpaw, Shadowclan admires your loyalty and truth,"
Fox dung.
"Thistlemane has taught you well. From this moment on, you will be known as Shadowclan."
His clan echos the name around him, but he refuses to allow himself to be forged into what he isnt anymore. he folds back his ears and lashes his tail, much to the clan's surprise.
His mother looks down from her post with eyes as round as moons. "Son?"
"I hate Shadowclan! It's wet and cold every day and every night! We eat frogs and lizards when I'd prefer mice! We're the most hated clan and i'm sick of it! And yet you just had to name me after it, didnt you?!"
Shadowpaw pants as the hairs on his pelt settle, and he can feel his clan's, and his leader's cold gazes on him.
"If that's what you want. From this moment on you will be know as Tratiorweed. Now get out of my territory"


do not ask what I have done here because I dont even know.