[graves]

Originally Posted by Spirited Darkness

Lioncry looked around, nodding in agreement. This place was amazing, she had to admit. With the clean, untouched snow and snow laden branches, it looked almost as if it had never once been touched by another living thing, although, tasting the air, she could smell mice faintly, and knew that it was probably a great hunting spot during new-leaf. Sighing, she trotted along at Maplespider's side, her breath fogging in front of her in little puffs. “That it is.” she said at last, her voice hushed, as if she were scared of disturbing the quiet. But she wasn't, it was just so peaceful here, she didn't want to be loud. Flicking her tail subtly, the golden furred warrior used around in wide-eyed wonder at the beautiful snowy terrain.

Dashing of white littered her pelt from the subtle snow dripping from the sky and onto her pale ginger pelt. Her eyes glazed over the scenery in aw,taking in breaths of the crisp fresh air. It felt cold in her lungs but in a nice way,and the nice ache of her muscles felt nice too. She hadn't ran in awhile,much less with somecat,and it felt nice. Refreshing. The mouth watering scent of prey was in the air,probably because this was an untouched area so prey ran freely without worry. She turned her blue gaze over to Lioncry,"Would you like to hunt?"

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