Boreeeeeed

Feathersong sat in the camp clearing, the sunlight glistening on her pelt, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. The fresh-kill pile was full, she accomplished all of her duties as deputy, Gingerpaw and Fernpaw are done with training for today... and she still had about a half of the day left. She looked up at the sky, the sun shining as brightly as ever. She let out a warm purr.
Today seemed peaceful. Perfect, even.