Felidemar: A Forest MeetingScorch
It was the beginning of spring and the frost had left the forests of Felidemar in a glistening splendor with the humid mornings leaving drops of dew dazzling every piece of foliage. The tortoiseshell she-cat had her amber eyes wide as she stared out from under a bush of bracken before breaking out into the speckled daylight. Her thin tail flicked from side to side as she swiveled her ears, searching for any sign of another cat before delicately sniffing the air. Not scenting anything immediately, she crept forward as her stomach clenched with hunger. She had managed to catch nothing over the past few days and she was hoping for a mouse.
Carefully sniffing around the ground, she padded out of the trees and into the meadow beyond, her eyes bright and searching for a field mouse while her scent fluttered away from her upwind to the forest now behind her.
The morning sun was beautifully warm on her mostly greyscale, feathe