[Brilliance]

Whether it was a surprise or not, Fawnfern found herself wandering the visible plains of Windclan. It wasn’t her cup of tea to be seen so...openly to the naked eye, but she wanted more than to just stay occupied in the nursery. Bluntly, she was bored with what it offered. Virtually, without kittens of her own, she was free to roam around. At this point, her milk had dried up once more, her days of lactating faint, now that her three troublemakers were becoming apprentices and all. Fawnfern padded aimlessly about, her mind as blank as the destination she was heading to. Her paw kicked at a lone, ripped flower. It’s petals in mint condition until she crushed it under her paw on accident. She stretched her limber spine for a moment until she decided to lightly bounce towards the flower. Once she got close to it, she kicked at it again, following after it once more. Just because she was older doesn’t mean she wasn’t allowed to play. Admittedly, she forgot how to play for a long time, so this was fun.

@Cosmo