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ceremonies will be posted soon so we're just going with this takes place a few days before that, okay?
To any mother, their children growing up in front of them would be a sad but joyful thing. No words could describe the loneliness that starts to creep in as she watches her children start to rely less and less on her, and start to drift away from her embrace. Yet, none would deny the warmth still lingering in the heart. Soon, Pumpkinspice's own kits would become apprentices, and she would have less time to play with them. If she was even slightly more normal, then she would already be feeling sad about this. However, no one has ever once claimed that Pumpkinspice was normal. In fact, despite being a mother, it was a mystery on whether she actually viewed herself that way. It was almost as if she considered her own kits as playmates. Being a single mother should have instilled more responsibility into her mind, but the orange tabby still remained as her childish, carefree self.
"Let's hold a feast!"
Her gaze took in the other cats around the nursery, and the ever present smile on her face grew larger as she nodded to herself, pleased with her own idea. Soon, many of the kits in the nursery would leave to join the apprentices, including her own, so it was only right to celebrate, wasn't it?
Chestnutkit peered at her mother through sleepy, slit eyes, having just been dozed off. Her quite loud announcement had stirred her and she felt a bite of irritation, for a moment, before stretching and feeling it dissipate. She rose to her paws and approached her mother, belly feeling a bit grumbly as she did so. "Maybe that would be nice," Chestnutkit mewed without much assurance to herself, still half in dream land.
Pumpkinspice beamed as one of her kits agreed with her, and she took that one response as permission to proceed with her sudden idea. Feasts were a common occurrence in FallClan anyway, so it's not like anyone would actually care, right? "We need food! And decorations!" Her gaze took in the nursery, noting the severe lack of decorations. It was sad, really, and they definitely couldn't hold a celebration feast with that. "Chestnutkit, you're in charge of decorating. Recruit others if you need to!"
Chestnutkit gave a nod, sleep leaving her head and excitement replacing it. Though her mother was a bit eccentric she couldn't help but love the passion she held, and the eagerness to simply do things. It was refreshing. "Okay!" She responded with a little jump and began to ponder who could help her rustle up some decorations. Her gaze trailed around the others in the nursery, trying to look a bit pitiful in hopes some poor sap would take pity on her and help her with her task.
