A small dainty paw slipped into the camp followed by a slender feline with a brown and white pelt. In her jaws she held the remains of a large bird, it's feathers falling at her paws when she paused. The felines paper thin ears lifted and she began to listen to the quite sounds of camp and the soothing sound of the waterfall. She wavered her tail and went over to the prey pile, setting her catch down. Once again she headed away, over to an empty space and began to shake of the small specks of water clinging to her pelt. This is Drop, or Drop of Melted Snow.
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