Late Night stroll.

Paintpaw padded out of camp, her tail lightly brushed the wet forest floor. The rain had taken over the Forest, and everyone was left soaked to the bone. But she had overcome the feeling wetness and decided to enjoy the territory. Rumors had set sail. Paintpaw couldn't help but believe them a tad. What if they were leaving? Would she and her sister, Aquapaw, still stay close?

Continuing on she found a rock, it was well ... mostly dry. So she decided to jump up and rest her mind. She really needed to get her mind off things, but how? She sighed and gazed up to the stars, they must know what was going on and how to help it? Right?

Museless.