Frostheather sprawled out on a tree branch, her tail slowly swishing over the side. The wind blew in her fur, creating a peculiar sight of white blurs blowing beautifully to the rhythmic howl of the breeze. So much more peaceful than dealing with dumb dogs... She remarked to herself smoothly, closing her eyes with a sigh. Her peace didn't last too long, though, as she heard the scrape of claws on the tree bark below.
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