A glistening path of fire [Amberstream's intro, O]

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The red-tinged she-cat padded forth out of the warrior's den with a look of contempt upon her face.
Always more of a lone soul she didn't let others get her down either as they were always in one 
group or another, they relied on one another. This was not how she was accustomed to things in fact 
it made her rather uneasy she was a loner that had wondered though wanting to settle down when 
she was just apprenticed aged at 10 moons now 24 she felt like she missed something from the old 
freedom she once had. Sighing she sat down in a patch of sun that warmed her pelt slightly wanting 
to have as much warmth she could get before heading out of camp so that she might be able to be 
out longer. Being here 14 moons hasn't changed her much still a warry, self-sufficient cat. 

She flattened out the tufts of fur that stuck up and had a couple of shredded pieces of moss that 
remained stuck to her medium-length coat. She pondered as to what she might do today since she
wasn't woken for a patrol, she would have to find something for herself. Maybe a walk down to the 
river as the sun rises....
"Speech" -Attack-