The sun had finally left it's highest point in the sky to move above the treetops, casting amazing shades of the raest colors across the sky, though there was still stime before the forest would be engulfed by darkness. A lean figure took advantage of the perfect time to cut it's way through the undergrowth which seperated one terriotry from the next. The patrols had gone by, and so there was no one left to stop her.
A tiny figure broke free of the undergrowth at last, her silver pelt ruffled from the light brush of the ferns and bushes against her pelt. Wide eyes glared blindly across the moore, though her ears perked high as she tried to at least pick up the sound of another cat, or at worst the scent. Yet luckily the last fresh scent was fading. Her tiny body heaved a sigh of relief as she focused her attention on other things, she needed to eat for she had been very unsuccesful in the last two terriotries. There was far to much undergrowth and tree's for her taste. Now she could feel the wind traveling across the open mooreland, ruffling her fur the slightest bit more, she knew there was no place for her to hide out here in the open, yet there was also no need to stay hidden any longer.
At last she made her way forwards quickly, staying close to the scent of the border knowing that at very least if she was caught she could race into the undergrowth.
{ Sorry for the bland post, I'm very full of muse, but to tired to think of how to start off }