Puffasto

The sun was just rising over the camp; the jasmine blue skies alive with birds. You could hear their songs echoing out from around the camp walls, as they sang joyfully on their search for food: loose seeds and grubs that were emerging with the sunlight. The camp seemed busy, with apprentices heading out for training, and warriors being chosen for patrols; and a few just hanging around and sharing tongues, it seemed the morning was getting started. Orchidkit, a mostly white and grey she-kit, was just waking up from her long night of sleep; the loud chirping and sounds of the bustling camp alerting her to the fact everyone was awake... Everyo