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it was certainly formal, and also something that silvertongue felt now she had indeed understood. "crowfeather explains it as: you choose the name of an attribute. pup for the end, paw for a child of six months, and then you choose another. crowpup. crowpaw. crowfeather." her eyes shone to speak of him so, though soon the sharpfang turned this thought away. "use this convention. it is his way and the way of riverclan. will you be marrying?" she inquired next, honey-sweet and yet encouraging of such a notion.