The crisp atumn breeze carried scents of pine and oak. Pleasant smells. They also carried the scents of Twoleg rubbish and other stuff. Such as the unknown smell of a pumpkin. It was a tingly, faint scent. Then there was the unrecognized aroma of cinnamon. It was really commonly smelled in Twolegplace. Of course, none of the smells were bad, but not all of them were as pleasant as pine!
The forest would be so boring without things to smell. Or do. RiverClan was thriving with kits and apprentices. So why were warriors so necessary? To train the apprentices? Probably. To protect the kits? Of course. So there were few reasons why warriors were needed. Even in the fullest Clans. But she didn't have an apprentice. She only had her life.
And now she was a grandmother. With no daughter-in-law apparently. Hey, it wasn't her fault she died in kitting. It was simply the wrath of StarClan attacking. Bit by bit, RiverClan would crumple, and all be part of StarClan at this rate. She wanted to be helpful to her son and teach him how to be a good father. After all, she gave birth to three litters before, and adopted lots!
But he was never seeking for help. He would find out himself, she thought. Without an experienced mother to help. Doesn't he trust me?
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