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As much as he would have loved to let his newly adopted kittens stay in the medicine den with him, Pastelchaos also quite valued his personal space. He'd grown adjusted to only sharing his space with Rosy, and although he thought it was cute he could consider himself a father, he wasn't willing to sacrifice too much for his role. So, the kittens slept in the nursery like the rest of the motherless ones, and Pastel came by whenever he could. Most of the time, he came adorning some sort of gift, normally a trinket that he found doing whatever it was he did when he disappeared every day at sun high like clockwork (it was better not to ask what the middle aged tom was up to). Today, it was a small ribbon with a bell. The bell rustled with each step, creating a soft chime that aligned with each footfall as he approached the nursery, his chin held high. He'd brought this particular gift for his favorite of the litter, not that he had favorites.
"Ooooooooooh, Strawberrry!! Papa's brought you something!" he sang around the ribbon, the words coming out slightly jarbled.
"Oh!" A small squeak came from the little orange kitten as she rolled to her paws. She'd been poking another kit and giggling prior, however that kit no longer existed once Pastelchaos came in. She bounced up to him, the kitten shooting her a sour look and scampering off and back to its siblings. Strawberrykit fluffed her furs up as she skidded to a halt in front of the medicine cat apprentice. The dinging sound of the bell made her ears twitch, her head tilting to the side as she sniffed the shiny thing.
Pastelchaos dropped it in front of her. It landed with another jingle, and he let out a loud purr. "This, my dear, is a Jingle Jangle-ometer that's attached with only the finest of imported silk. Back in the old days, the pirates hid these in only their finest treasure chests, only to be found if you followed secret directions written backwards in the sand. They had to hide them, though, because rumor has it that if you jingle it three times, it might grant you a wish! Couldn't have wishes wasted on cats who aren't willing to put a little elbow grease into the process, mm?"
Most of the time, it was hard to know what Pastelchaos was talking about. In fact, most of the time, it was hard to know if he was even speaking the same language. But, the tiny little tom said everything with such confidence that if you didn't know better, you wouldn't think he was completely talking out of his tail most of the time. Luckily for him, Strawberrykit didn't know any better.
"When I saw it, I just knew I had to bring it to you. Only the best for my kiddo, mm?"
"Oh, how perfect is that!" She purred, her eyes like stars as she gazed at her father. "What shall I wish for?!" She mewed, her tail waving excitedly. "Perhaps to be the most beautiful in the clan when I get older. What do you think?" A purr slipped from her lips as she bounced around Pastelchaos. Strawberrykit rubbed against his leg, seemingly overly infatuated with her adoptive father.
