[size=12px]She watched the haze of gold at the horizon ebb from the encroaching lilac dusk. Ocean-hued eyes followed the silver spools of cloud that drifted slowly across the face of the mountain looming above her. They were swollen with moisture, promising rainfall, yet they glided with unburdened ease. So unlike the earthbound she-cat that observed them from below.
Edlyn lay in silence, caressed by a dense patch of grass and weed, paws tucked underneath her, tail curled against her side. She had long since lost count of the days she'd been liberated from SkullClan's captivity. How nice to taste the crisp evening air; feel the warm earth beneath her paws; wind and sun on her fur. How free she was.
And how alone.
She flinched as there was a sudden rustle to her left. In any instant, Edlyn was on her feet, ginger and white fur bristling, muzzle wrinkling into a wary snarl. "Who's there?"[/size]