M O T T L E
Mottle padded alongside, traveling much deeper into the strange forest, her eyes wandered around, having a slight glistening to them as the soft rays or sunlight bounced off of her orange pelt. She spotted an oak tree, fair in size but not as extravagant as some others she's climbed. She bounced up off of her paws, beginning to scatter up the tree. Her paw pads touching the rough, dry surface of the branch. She walked along the different bundles of branches, leaving tiny claw marks imbedded into the oak. She wondered if there was any prey to be seen, wandering away.
Mottle padded alongside, traveling much deeper into the strange forest, her eyes wandered around, having a slight glistening to them as the soft rays or sunlight bounced off of her orange pelt. She spotted an oak tree, fair in size but not as extravagant as some others she's climbed. She bounced up off of her paws, beginning to scatter up the tree. Her paw pads touching the rough, dry surface of the branch. She walked along the different bundles of branches, leaving tiny claw marks imbedded into the oak. She wondered if there was any prey to be seen, wandering away.





