Flintmoon slowly sauntered back into camp. The night was young still, and it wasn't her night to go hunting. With nothing to do, she'd decided a walk would be a pleasurable way to pass the time. The sun was barely visible in the sky, and the sound of the river put Flintmoon quite at ease. After a short pause to breathe in deeply the scent of home, Flintmoon headed towards the river. Perhaps some time laying out under the burnt orange rays would be the best way to pass some time.

Flopping down on a patch of grass Flintmoon sighed smiling slightly. She was content with her life and her position within the clan. She absentmindedly batted a swaying blade of grass while thinking.