REMIND US SO MUCH OF HER ☆ ceremonies

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Quasar trotted over, a bit late, but nonetheless in attendance. After all, his apprenticeship ceremony meant a lot to him, especially at the time, and he cherished the memory. Especially when Tree backtalked for, perhaps, the first time in his softspoken brother’s life.

Given how much the two kittens ran underfoot, the vaporwave eyesore wondered if they’d be as much trouble as him. Though, to be fair, his antics usually came from power mishaps rather than true malicious intention; this only made him wonder if the other two thought similar rationalizations to avoid guilt.

His three tails flicked. The centurion took a seat and waited for the mentors to be announced. Thank fucking Starfuckers he was still an apprentice, because he had no idea how the fuck he’d manage to deal with himself and a ragamuffin like one of these tagging along.