Foxfeather
she/her | 47 moons | slender, peach-colored longhair with white patches and dark gold eyes
Tiny beads of water graced Foxfeather's long coat, making her appear almost ghost-like, sparkling in the afternoon light. She stood atop a flat, craggy rock near the falls, as she often did to ease her mind and reflect.
She was snapped from her reverie as a long, grey heron's feather floated down through her vision just in front of her. Her pupils dilated to wide disks, and without a second thought, she rocked back onto her haunches, then pounced. Feather in mouth, the pale orange she-cat stood triumphantly, a pleased purr erupting from her chest. Her senses now freshly revitalized, she spotted a black-furred cat lounging just a stretch down the shoreline of the pond from her. Foxfeather's tail twitched upward, intrigued and- if she let herself admit it- even excited! She so often spent lazy afternoons basking in the beauty of this place alone.
She shook some of the droplets from her fur, letting the feather fall from her mouth with them.
"Hi there!" She trilled gently, padding towards the fellow WindClanner with a friendly twitch of her tail.
"Aren't the falls gorgeous? I swear, I could just watch the mist float off the rocks 'til the river runs dry."
(@sleepyyjax)