[justify][size=10]Serenity had discovered a dagger.
The tigress had been exploring BloodClan territory ever since she arrived the day before, green eyes kept wide in case she happened to come across anything spectacular. And this was that thing. It had a silver blade that was just shorter than the girl's foreleg and a wooden, gem encrusted handle that was painted black. It was quite beautiful from Serenity's viewpoint.
She had to dig the weapon from the sand, but now managed to lay it across a rock and gaze thoughtfully at it. Despite being coated in a layer of dust and debris, the blade still glimmered in the sunlight and reflected her youthful features. She flattened her ears, unsure what do with something like this. A little known fact about the child was she despised combat. She was a die hard pacifist in every way, but this dagger was just so enchanting.