Open to Join Rime or Reason

Frost-kissed fur hides a fiery spirit
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Rimekit crouched low near the thorn tunnel, her mismatched eyes darting this way and that. The camp was busy and maybe no one was paying her any attention.

Her tail twitched restlessly, a bundle of energy she couldn’t burn off by batting moss balls or chasing bugs anymore. She was four moons old now. Four moons! Practically grown. Practically apprentice age. She didn’t belong cooped up in the nursery like some mewling kit who couldn’t keep their paws under them.

"Bet the forest is way better than camp." She nodded to herself, pressing her belly to the ground as she wriggled forward. She shot a quick look over her shoulder and slipped a paw into the shadows of the thorn tunnel, a sly grin curling across her muzzle as she continued, before breaking free into the open sky.

Her ears twitched at bird cries above her, and she did her best to stalk the sound over to a particular tree in her best hunter's crouch!