[Aquarius]

@FlashFanatic

The speckled she-cat slunk out of the hunter's den, once again late to go out and hunt. She prayed to the stars that no one believed in that a fighter wouldn't catch her unintentionally shirking her duties. Her pawsteps sharp as she slid across the clearing, her ears swiveled as she attempted to pick out the sound of pawsteps from the murmur of the camp. Her fur spiked slightly and her icy blue eyes alert her gaze quickly scanned the clearing, worried that if she dawdled too long she'd be spotted. This was the third time this had happened, and Aquarius didn't know why. The molly was sick of being beaten by the fighter's, and she donned a long clawscratch across her muzzle from where one of the feistier she-cats had caught her. She bit her tongue and silently moved across the ground, the distance across camp seeming longer than ever. Her ebony paws seemed like stone to her and she hissed out loud, suddenly freezing. She hadn't meant to make a noise, and she reprimanded herself inside. She dug her claws into the ground, knowing she had doomed herself. She kept her gaze down on her paws, annoyed and worried for her own safety - which was about to be violated. "Screw it," growled Aquarius, picking up the pace again as she started nearing the camp entrance once more.