As usual Rain's spirits were flying higher than the clouds. She kicked up her heels, sending grass and dirt through the air in a graceful arc and then tore of across the plainslands.
The day was warm, but not yet blistering hot, a few clouds puffed their way across the ample sky just to give the air a more homely feel. She simply loved to get out and escape from the trifles of life. Run endlessly into the horizon, travelling who knows where.
Little Creek was not with her today. He had gone back to their teepee with reasons he chose not to share. She thought nothing off it, but enjoyed her solitude far from her homeland.
Standing in the midst of the tall grasses of the plains was the tabby colored Soquili known as Halloween. The sky above was calm except for the light puffy clouds that covered the sky in white. Halloween's bright green eyes scanned the area around her and her whiskers twitched. Besides looking a tad bit bored the tabby Soquili was rather content where she stood all on her own. 
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