Gotta Be Somebody {Open}

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[atrb=background,http://i.imgur.com/9Yn99.jpg] She bounded silently toward the burnt sycamore, her sleek, duo-toned body moving easily along the craggy ground. On occasion, her tail would flick lightly to and fro. She had come out here on her own to simply relax and keep her distance from the annoying clamor of sounds that had filled her Clan's camp recently. She was certainly young, although she knew exactly what she was doing. It came with the cold, calculating mind that occupied the space between her ears. Having recently been made into a warrior, she wasn't one to assert herself. Coming out of her reverie, her hind muscles bunched, and she sprang toward the burnt tree with her claws outstretched. As her claws latched onto the dead bark of the tree, she used what momentum she had left to catapult herself away from the tree. Once landing upon the ground, she rolled once and hauled herself up to her paws with a satisfied noise of amusement. In a few ways, she was like a kit but in others, she was more mature than some of the older cats she knew. Only when she believed herself to be alone did she bother entertaining herself with such foolish antics. Lowering her head, she lightly groomed her legs as a soft yawn left her. She was also the type of cat who preferred to be on her paws more often than she preferred to be off of them.