|:| when the shadows cover her eyes |:| [closed for seer]

Emberheart lifted her head as she sailed into the clearing, chilly winds buffeting her russet fur, white belly almost blending in with the melting patches of snow.

Her eyes were bright, alight with a kind of wild, and mischief. She hadn't gone out by herself like this for so many moons, since caring for her kits, and then Lichenpaw. This was one of her favorite spots to go—especially when it was deserted. There was a spark of forbidden in the air, billowing throughout the tree fronds above, that made her heart pound harder. She closed her eyes for a heartbeat, listening to the familiar woosh of the woods and engulfing simple plainness of the sky. 

And for the second time in her life, a sort of naivety swept over her that blotted out everything else important, faded it into a blurry black mess. The she-cat kneaded her claws into the ground.