[doghouse]

Moonwhisper sat down on the roots of a large tree. She wasn't sure where she was exactly, but it seemed like a good place to rest for a bit. She looked up to see a hawk fly overhead. The ragged white molly flicked her ears, wondering what it's like to look down on everything and not worry about coming down. She stood and started scoring her claws down the roots, tearing up the outer bit of bark with her claws. She stopped after a moment and saw that the bark was shredded, and had long, deep claw marks in them. With a satisfied grunt, she bounded off, looking out for prey and danger alike.