Maplepaw strode around the river weeds at the edges of the clan's camp without a care in the world. The sound of moving water caused the femme's triangular ears to rotate and swivel frantically, and as she tilted her gaze towards the sky, she heaved a sigh. Cloudy. With the lack of sunlight, her normally olive green and golden luminaries just seemed dull, turning an dirty shade of mucky, grimy green.
For a moment, the athletic vixen thought her chocolate brown ears had ensnared a strained sound, somewhere in the distance. Her tail shot straight out; could it be? It sounded like one of the camps she had heard of so long ago from her mother as a kit. The long-legged chocolate smoke slinked along the soggy earth, keeping low. Her fur, soft as feather down, was heavy with the water-saturated air, but her soul felt light as a feather.