Her small, stout pillars carried her outside of the stuffy, dark nursery of which reeked of milk and pregnant queens, and it was also quite crowded in there, considering her sisters and brother must also be romping up a storm in there. Sometimes she just didn't want to be in there, it made her feel like such a caged bird, socializing with her siblings. It was best that she met some new faces before she want crazy. However, no faces outside of the camp, she was a good kit, she wouldn't dare break the boundaries and guidelines set by higher authorities. Softly, her paws relished in a soft patch of sunshine, however, it was short lived as wispy, dark gray clouds began to move in, blocking the sun and calling out a storm. And somehow, it felt like it did when she was birthed, however much patches she couldn't remember of the moment.
Soon, she felt the drops of rain, falling like bullets and drenching cats pelts as they ran for cover, while some relished in the fresh moisture. However, Riley was different than the ones in the falling liquid, and rushed into a shade, a cliff overhand, her eyes poking out in the darkness as her already rain coated fur dripped onto the grass and rock. She already felt it weighing down. Why did she have to be born with long fur? Ugh.