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The smaller feline ducked her head as she entered the camp, disappointment clear in her pale green orbs. With winter now here, prey was scarce and hard to come by. She had almost caught a malnourished hare. But the creature escaped, much to Cypressflares delight. Letting out a sigh, the moly strode in a long place as she made her way by the clusters of cats that were located in the heart of the camp. She had never been much for large groups. She found a large group of cats.... annoying, to say the least.
She wasn’t
fond of her tiny stature; in fact it was a big insecurity for the molly. But it did make it easier to weave around others to her favorite part of the camp. It was away from all the action, a quiet little haven located next to a semi-large stone- for protection from the wind, of course. Cypressflare used her feathery tail to carefully dust away the bits of frost clinging onto the tiny blades of grass. Finally, it was time to relax. She settled down in the spot, on top of tiny patch of grass. Her head rested on her paws, her tail flicking from side to side and she lay there, a moment of peace for the feline. She let out a sigh, relieved to finally take a break after their unsuccessful hunt that left her in a bitter mood.