The Heartwood if you can't handle these claws you don't get this kitty

This is perfect!  *wiggles this in her timeline somewhere*

The morning was dour and cheerless, shrouded in a rainy veil of mist. It was just Ceara's luck that she'd be caught out in it, too. Her mind was occupied as she moved aimlessly across the Wilds, but as she approached the Heartwood her jumbled thoughts took a backburner.

Fire had touched this place, and she was about to touch it, too. The thought gave her chills. Even though she thought omens and fables were silly, she couldn't help but feel a little smaller in this forest. 

Her argent eyes were cast upon the ground, and it was the boy she saw first.  His pelt was so striking and saturated that it drew her attention, and her breath caught in her throat once she had realized he was both real and alive.  Her gaze cast upwards at what had entranced him and it was then she saw the rainbow.  Reclining onto her haunches, she remained silent; she did not attempt to remain hidden but she didn't want to be the one to break the silence.