The Moth is Set Free

((I'm not waiting for her to be born, I've waited a ridiculous amount of time and I want to role-play her.))

A fluffy tortoiseshell scampered out of the nursery, flying from her cage and fluttering into the open sky. A wave of freedom incased the she-cat as she darted around the camp. Mothkit leaped into the air and landed in a patch of grass. She flopped around, wrestling with the autumn wind and clawing at nothing. She ended up out of breath, laying down on her stomach with her legs stretched out and grass covering her fur.