[justify][fancypost borderwidth=0pt]The fawn kit had been pacing near the leader's den, or wherever the high positions lounged about. He had an idea that needed to be said aloud for them all to hear, and hopefully, they would agree to it. Even if he technically would still celebrate the holiday if it wasn't accepted, he would still want to suggest the idea to the higher ups, just to see what they would say about it. The Day of the Dead was a holiday ingrained in Mexican culture, and while it was often celebrated in late October, he didn't think it would matter if it was commemorated early. Perhaps they could hold it again in October, or maybe they could hold it the last few days of every month. It would allow them all to pay their respects for those lost, whether by death or simply by others leaving. Santana hoped that his gang would not miss him too much around the time of the real Dia de los Muertos. The thought of it alone left him feeling an ache in his chest, one that was not at all pleasant.
"Anyone there? I got an idea!" San questioned out loud, glancing around the area as he halted, tail tip twitching in anticipation. His chocolate visionaries were wide as he awaited Jericho or Partyanimal's arrival, his paws shuffling over one another every so often. The kit was silent thereafter, but he began to pace the floor once more, impatient for once. Usually, he was quite the opposite, but in that moment, he couldn't help but feel anxious. He wanted to know what Jericho would think of his idea. The Day of the Dead would always hold a place in his heart, even if he had not yet been alive to fully experience it. His gang had told him much about it, and therefore, he was immediately intrigued and aware of the celebration. Santana gave himself a ghost of a smile, but it did not show fully on his facial features.