The drone of insects humming started the usual routine of awaking dawn. Slowly, the forest came alive with the layers of sounds echoing in the cold morning air. Little frogs croaked under large, broad leaves. The webs were stringed with delicate drops of morning dew, glistening in the first shards of sunlight. Early morning mist began to clear, dew laying upon grass and cobwebs, a rising sun casting orange and pink onto a thin layer of cloud as the dawn chorus emerged out of the silence.
The fawn molly would yawn silently whilst stretching all four limbs, legs built for agility, slender muscles formulated over moons of climbing practice forced upon her both by her mentor and the free will to do so. Emeralds as eyes blinked gently upon scanning the somewhat camp, triangular ears subtly flicking atop her skull as Lynxflight slowly adjusted to waking up, now ready to depart for a morning hunting patrol. Given the fact that the leaves would start falling soon (which meant prey would be scarce by the days) Lynxflight figured now was the right time to start stocking up on prey supplies to support their ever growing clan.
Spotting Blightblitz, the vivacious molly would approach him with a warm smile illuminating wheat-hued facial features, offering him a wave of her tail as a way of greeting. "Morning! Care to come on a hunting patrol with me?"