As the night grew darker, Mist became more restless. It was one of those nights where she couldn't sleep. She shifted around trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in but it didn't work. Soon, she gave up and decided to take a walk around. She walked out of the den and looked up at the night sky. The stars were brilliant against the black sky and the moon shone bright, casting a faint glow across the camp. When will I be a to-be? Mist was anxious to start training. She couldn't wait to start contributing to the tribe. Mist was still a kit and felt like a burden but in one moon, she would start her training. Sighing, she decided to walk around the camp.
Talking // Thinking