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it's been a bit since they've had a family event c; so how does everyone feel about being dragged along to hunt a ghost that may or may not exist?
kunosimplylightfaeish @dot (feel free to bring any family other than pumpkin's kits as well!)
The rumors had started over a year ago, though perhaps they had always been floating around. There was a reason why the windmill sat abandoned in the FallClan territory, inhabited only by an abundance of mice. It was said that strange figures and sounds could be heard from inside of the structure, and there was no way that it could be anything other than a ghost. Pumpkinspice was positive of it, conveniently forgetting that these rumors had really picked up back when she had pretended to be a ghost to help a couple on a blind date. She would find this ghost (it had to be tasty, right?), and she had dragged her family along with her.
The sun was already setting by the time that they had arrived at the abandoned windmill. It was just a little bit longer now, and then the ghost hunting could begin! Spinning around to face her kits, Pumpkinspice's face grew into her usual large smile. "There's no way that this ghost can hide from all of us! Even if it's shy, I'm sure we can figure something out. Maybe we could find its favorite food?"
Chestnutpaw was more than happy to evade apprentice duties for the evening, and happier still to spend some time with her family, all together. It seemed they got to spend time together less and less as her and her siblings got older, and it saddened her. That being said she had a soft smile plastered on her face as they walked along, figuring she should be scared of a ghost, but felt safe among her kin.
"If it's here we'll definitely find it. Do you think it likes... snakes? Or, um, rats? Those sound ghost-y," Chestnutpaw responded, taking the ghost hunting quite seriously. Suddenly she stopped and face went slack, terror seeping into her eyes. "W-what if it's a mean ghost?"
In all honesty, Calamitypaw hadn't put too much thought into these 'ghosts', though that was mostly because he hadn't slept well the night before and had already nearly fallen asleep on the trek to the windmill, but excitement was the only thing keeping him awake at this point. The last time that they had all got together for something, it was the party that Pumpkinspice threw the night before they turned apprentices, and that was a couple of moons ago now.
He hadn't had the mental capacity to think about the ghosts yet, so when Chestnutpaw froze in terror beside him, he turned his sleepy gaze onto her and for the first time actually considered it. "M-maybe it's just lonely?" But what IF it was mean? Calamitypaw had no idea how to calm an angry ghost, let alone what ghosts liked to eat. What if they gave it the wrong food and it got upset with them?
