Moonspear feeling

Maggak and Acrux grew like little beanstalks. Now began the very beginning signs of bony adolescence — and, along with it, awkward proportions. The pale paws were now larger, and the starbabe was still figuring out how to deal with them.
Her adventure today takes her toward the strange craters in the pristine mountain ridge, just a stretch beyond the home of herself and her mothers. Darkwood clings to her, and the soft pink-orange glow of early morning filters onto the downy coat; a welcome relief from the harsh bite of mid-autumn.
She knows little about what these earthen marks mean to her village, nor what had taken place here. But something haunting settles over the back of her neck as she scans her surroundings.