Another cat might have feigned innocence, but Sunpetal took Sunpaw's eye contact as a direct challenge, an invitation for her to assert her authority. "I'm looking at you, maggot! You don't think you can replace me, do you? Because I have another thing coming for you if that's what you think kid." Although, for Sunpaw to have any idea about replacing her, she would first have to know anything about the Garden Keeper, and that was unlikely because Sunpetal could count on one paw the amount of times she'd visited the nursery since her apprentice ceremony, even once her mother became pregnant with her younger siblings. She honestly had no clue the other she-cat even existed until she'd been promoted.

Sunpaw could probably see the millisecond in which her last nerve snapped. Sunpetal's eye twitched. "Are you...supposed...to replace...ME?! You wish you could replace me, kid---but NO! I am clearly the superior Sun and you could only hope to one day be as beautiful, confident, and amazing as me!!" There was a little irony in how aggressively she asserted her confidence, in doing so exposing a deeply buried insecurity about someone else coming in and outshining her.

She leered down at the apprentice in a very i-want-to-chew-you-up-and-spit-you-out sort of manner, but something Sunpaw said seemed to placate her. "I guess we don't," she allowed, only just. It was clear they looked mostly different; although mostly the same colors, Sunpetal's golden fur was more sparse than Sunpaw's, tinting the area around her eyes and threaded throughout her tail. "Fine. I accept your apology, but I'm not calling you Sunpaw. You can be...Goldie. 'Kay, Goldie?"

"Well the leader is my dad, so I will." In fact, she already intended to just that, especially now that it was revealed Ratstar was the culprit behind this injustice. She flicked an ear. "Evenie is a weirder name than Goldie. Why would you wanna be called that?" Rogue-styled names weren't her forte nor did she particularly like them, preferring the way clan names flowed together and she often liked to imagine future warrior names for the kits she didn't plan on having. She didn't mean the question to come off as rude or insulting as it did, but Sunpetal's curiosity didn't always translate in a way others understood.

"Sunpetal," she emphasized, "doesn't need to be a cool name because it's beautiful and elegant." She spoke slow enough for Sunpaw to understand because if the apprentice was going to insist that any name could outshine hers, then she must not have been the brightest star in Silverpelt. "Maybe you'd could be Suneve or maybe Papi will pull something like what he did with Devotedcrow, name you Eveningsun. That would be pretty." Not as pretty as Sunpetal, but at least we wouldn't share the same name, her eyes seemed to say.

"Obviously because it's pretty like me," she scoffed. Seriously, what did this apprentice not get about her name? Her ginger markings were warm like the gentle sunbeams streaking acorss them, and her billowing fluff resembled clouds drifting overhead, tying together the perfect moniker for SummerClan's princess. But as Sunpaw posed her following question, Sunpetal did pause to consider it, brow furrowing. "I'm not sure why Papi's name is what it is. I never asked Grampy Roach, but they were from Twolegplace and he is kinda scruffy like a rat, don't you think?"

Her curiosity, now that they were discussing the reasons behind their names, roused. "So why do you think you were called Evenie? What's it like having multiple names?" She'd only ever had the one, which she would carry with her for life, even if it did have alterations throughout her life. She couldn't imagine changing it completely.

Sunpetal was surprisingly silent throughout the reverie Sunpaw was regaling her with, the talk of all the distant relatives in her family something she found rather curious. Of course, she knew she had some older siblings somewhere---DayClan, her mother might have mentioned once---but they also weren't her siblings, in the technical sense. They never came to visit and had their own family. "Your papi and brother just left you here?" she asked. That didn't seem like something family did; she was confident in knowing Ratstar would move mountains before he let them stand between him and his kits, and even more unbelievable to consider was not having Weevilspike around. She and her brother were practically inseparable. "Do you miss them?"

Somewhere within herself, in a portion of her heart Sunpetal would deny existed, a twinge of compassion for this imposter bloomed.

Ah crap, now she was really feeling things for this sad sack. It'd be so much easier if she could lean more apathetic, but unfortunately being raised by a bleeding heart father who cried over cute things didn't lend itself well to apathy. Sunpetal frowned, and before she could really think about what she was about to suggest, she heard herself ask, "Well, why don't you go find them? I mean, I would have to go with you, of course, can't let an apprentice run off by herself, but maybe they won't be too far? What if they've been in FallClan or SpringClan this whole time!"

"Huh, I guess you're right," grumbled the older Sun, allowing herself just this once to be wrong--something the younger one wouldn't get to see very often otherwise. It was just to make her feel better, obviously.

Sunpetal gave it a moment more of thought, relying on the things her Papi had taught her over the course of her apprenticeship. He'd explained that, though the most interactions she would have would be with the other Mountain Clans, there were others beyond the ridges, cats that lived in the lower woodlands and those who never settled in one place for long and even some that crawled around underground, like worms under the earth. They were all far, but what was a little adventure in the grand scheme of things? Besides, she was a fully fledged Garden Keeper--chosen by StarClan--training to be SummerClan's first Garden Warrior! Surely, if anyone could handle it, Sunpetal could.

"Well," she said at last, whiskers shivering, "Papi told me a group called Primal Instinct lives near the city, so he's probably not there, huh? No one ever knows where SwiftClan is. So the only other option is.... uhhh... those other four clans." She nodded wisely. "Whatever they're called. I hear Devastatedcrow talking about how bad SunClan is a lot--although Raystrike talks about how good it is, so who's to really say?--and MoonClan is...just as crazy. That just leaves two, unless you think your bubbie is one of them tunnel-cats."