Step Nine (Open)

The she-cat shivered. Her eyes looked across the moor in a moment of silence. Her tabby fur was well groomed, smoothed down all along her thin body, though not quite enough to reveal that she was slightly underweight. Breezewing sighed, an in the distance a tiny fleck of white signaled a rabbit, hopping unknowingly across the territory of the swift hunters. The day was unnaturally cold, and she glanced up at the sky, which was a dull gray. She wrapped her tail around her paws, shivering more now that was had been still for a while. Perhaps it was because she had so little body fat at the moment, which was not a good partner with the cold weather.