Collecting acorns with mother

The elegant apprentice proudly strode through the forest. His paws crunched on delicate autumn leaves, shattering under his soft steps. His tail was held high, as well as his head.

   “Okay! I'm bound to find the best Acorn for you in this wonderland of leaf-fall!” Chestnutpaw grinned happily, fluttering his wings with pure bliss as he bounded off in search of something perfect to give to Chamomilebark. The she-cat smiled softly, chuckling whimsically as she followed behind her son– though much slower than he was, quite happy that she had raised such an amazing child.

    “Goodluck, honey.” Chamomilebark simply said quietly under her breath, humming warmly as she observed the array of shades on the ground and spread enchantingly through the colorful environment, gripping the branches of each tree in the clearing magically. She looked at a crisp, perfect red Maple Leaf below her and scooped it up in her paw, quiet as a mouse as she tucked it into her fluffy fur for later activities.

    Chestnutpaw finally came back with a few acorns tucked under his wing and sprawled through his silky, puffy coat of fur. He reached into his mess of acorns, pulling out a heart-shaped one. What a miracle! Starclan must've blessed the two. Chestnutpaw's mother had the Maple Leaf in her mouth delicately, gently placing it into his fur with a smile.