Doekit ducked her head in embarrassment as her mother corrected her.
"Sorry, Mama." She mewed. The little fawn tabby brightened at the mention of picking flowers. She dashed off to pick two, one for her grandmother and one for her grandfather. There were soo many to choose from.
There were pink ones and purple ones, her head spun with the ideas. She shook her head before gently picking a pink one and an orange one. She padded back to her mother and siblings, flowers dangling from her maw.
"I'm ready!" She chirped.
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