Sun Mote Copse let me see through your eyes, where there’s so much life

I'm down! Sad is hard to write LOL

Weejay followed excitedly after her dam, noticing that occasionally Wildfire would stop and inspect something. Not until her mother moved off would Weejay pounce upon the invisible area Wildfire had scented; she would often thrust her face into the grass or clover patches, inhaling exaggeratedly. There were so many scents to sort through she did not know where to start, and she was an excited bundle of grey fur as she wriggled her way after her carefully tracking mother.

Drawn to a stop by Wildfire's studious examination of a new trail, Weejay tilted her head and stared intently at the ground. It was bare save for a cluster of pine needles and some dry grass.. She did not need to be told twice to smell it - no sooner had Wildfire suggested it, Weejay was upon it, inhaling roughly while her tail wagged a mile a minute.