[font=georgia] Deep in the forest of the Elite, a white she-cat practiced stalking against the dirt ground. Her mismatched optics scanned the forest, nose sniffing for prey. She had been a regular member of the Elite for two weeks now, and her skills as a 'warrior' did not seem to be growing much. Fighting made her cringe most of the time, and prey always seemed to find her before she could find them.
Opalescence let out a deep sigh, letting the air flow out of her body as a rabbit ran by her nose and out of sight. The she-cat flopped where she was, disheartened. It looked like she would never be able to carry the duties of a true Elitist. Lorem was right. She was useless.