Sun Mote Copse The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter,

Fig was surprised when he saw Alyx shrink back from the shred of bark. For a moment, he thought that he'd hurt her, but she wasn't crying or whining or anything really. Just flapping her tongue around, which was interesting. He crawled forward an inch and dropped his head to the ground, peering at her with concern. He wished he could just reach in and nab her, but really didn't want to be mom-raged all over. He bit his lip, peering back into the depths of the den for a hesitant moment before he reached out to his little sister with his paw until he could lightly boop her on the nose with a toe. It was his way of saying, Don't cry, little lady--big brother's here. You can tell by my toe in your face.