Broken Antler Fen Fitter of the Fittest

Ambrosia was sitting under the same mossy tree that she was at the meeting. She groomed her long tan and black fur carefully, taking up time. Naturally, shed woken up early on the very day she needed to waste time. She was terrified to leave camp while in heat, worried of a repeat of her first encounter with the hormones. However, as she watched Kinra ready herself to leave, Ambrosia felt her paws ache to go with her. Though she wasn't happy that her daughter seemed to idolize this strange silver female, she knew there was no sense in avoiding her. After all, Kinra deserved a chance just like everyone else. So, despite the scents reeking from her, Ambrosia stepped up to the imaginary line even if she stayed a few feet from Kinra. She stayed quiet, but flicked her feathery tail and smiled to let the silver female she was in. Though built as a warrior, Ambrosia knew she could move; but had no intention on even getting competitive. Right now, she was planning on being more worried of her surroundings, not a race.