(Ehh his rolepay is a bit far for a new person to join, sorry)
Featherfoot waited patiently as wind blew her fur awkwardly to the side, which actually made her look pretty. She shook it back and watched a Mouse scurry under a root by a tree. Looking up she saw the golden and red painted leaves begin to appear showing the bare leaf would arrive soon. The tabby she lifted her law to slap a leaf on its way down. Even though she was a warrior she would always be playfull and funny like a kit. A few more leaves we're rustled by the wind and she leaned into a hunters crouch and jumped high into the air after wiggling her haunches to catch a leaf.