NOTES: hi c:

I don't care ✘

what you think as long as it's about me

It was early in the morning, the sun was barely peeking over the mountains, but every morning she was up on top of her den watching the sun rise. The small tortoiseshell and white she-cat held her breath as the sun broke over the mountain peaks, and released it as it lit up the moor. The heather around her seemed more vibrant and alive. Tinyfox smiled as its warmth rushed over her fur. No matter how many times she watched the sunrise, each time was just as breathtaking as the last.

She was ready to start her day, feeling energized but also a little hungry. Tinyfox jumped off from the top of her den and made her way over to the fresh-kill pile as the dawn patrol came back to camp. She nodded at them in greeting and leaned down to look through the pile. She saw a rather large pheasant on top of a small shrew, Tinyfox moved the shrew, deciding to leave it for the elders, and grabbed the small shrew. She trotted over to the corner of camp and set down the small animal, taking a bite out of it. She purred as the food hit her belly. As she continued to eat, more cats woke up and began milling around the camp.

Tinyfox, as kind as she was, didn't really have a lot of friends so she was very surprised when a shadow blocked the brilliant sun in front of her and cleared their throat.