Mist that shrouds the sun

In Mist’s mind, boredom was not unlike the diseases that threatened her precious clan in the leafbare moons. It had the potential to be either inconvenient, or even deadly, and could be terribly contagious. However, much like these other issues of fox kind, once one found the root of the problem, they could work their way toward a cure and rectify the situation. In that moment, Mist knew the root of her problem. She was alone, and that was terriblyboring for such a social vixen.

However, she would let the solution come to her.

Instead, from where she lay sprawled out on the forest floor, uncaring of the chill of leafbare around her, the young leader stretched her jaws in a yawn that more so signified her bored state, before she flopped onto her snowy side. Arching her head back, plumed tail thumping lazily against the thinner layer of snow beneath the densely interwoven branches overhead, Mist peered around her with curious golden eyes. The forest was surprisngly overgrown, and had more prey scent than a forest ought too in leafbare. Likely because of all the shelter of undergrowth, and how little Fieldclan used it.

With a huff, the leader rolled onto her back, carelessly exposing her soft snowy belly as she allowed her black and gold spotted paws to hang loosely in the air. She let her forepaws renewing tucked by her chest, before she slowly stretched out one at a time until she felt the satisfying stretch through her shoulders with a sigh. Her golden gaze peered up at the sky now, watching a bird as it fluttered onto a brunch, ruffling it’s feathers against the cold.

If the bird was aware of the snowy vixen below, it didn’t seem too alarmed,

Hopefully Mist’s salvation would arrive soon.