[olive]

A quiet and petite cat enters the clearing. Her soft, fern-colored eyes pooled with indifference- and perhaps boredom as she searches for something to occupy herself with. She was sentimental, never thinking much of herself and almost always for the benefit of others. Her mother would say it made her a push-over.
Despite this, Olivestep kept on to herself, sitting and wrapping her slender tail around her delicate paws. The sun beat down on her, washing a warm golden hue over her once mud-brown pelt. She thought of going and searching for a fellow warrior to hunt with on such a beautiful day like this, craving the feeling of dipping her paws in the water, hooking her claws around a fresh trout. The rush and exhilaration of it all. Though, she was quite the loner, and didn't expect to be approached by anyone, as much as she hoped someone would.