{the Left hand of StarClan - {Iris-Open}

[..Kada..]

The sun shone in the clear blue sky. The air was crisp, not as humid as it had been. The season was changing, the nights getting longer and cooler. A mouse poked his small head out from underneath a rock. His whiskers twitched as his lungs expanded, sucking in the days air. He took a few tentative steps out from his home, sniffing at the ground.
He stopped and scratched his ear with his back foot then shook the dust out of his short gray fur. His beady black eyes glinted in the suns light. The wind started blowing down from the mountains, over the golden moors, making the tall grass dance like the surface of the lake. The mouse lifted his nose to the air, frozen. The scent of cat had hit he senses, only a moment too late.
A she-cat sprang out of the tall grasses, her bright steely gray eyes flashed as she landed directly on the mouse. Her claws sunk into it's small body, his little body squirmed for only a moment before the cat sunk her teeth into the mouses spine.
"Got'cha," Iris licked her lips before picking up her lunch and trotting back to the barn she stayed in over night. She wound her agile body under the fence and through the opening in the huge doors into the shaded barn. She jumped up onto one of the stable barriers, and up onto a platform, then up to the top loft of the barn. The softest hay was up here, and where she made her nest during the night.
Iris laid down in a patch of sunlight that was breaking through a hole in the roof of the barn. She bit into the mouse and let the wild flavor of the meat cover her tongue. She finished the mouse in a few bites, but having filled her belly last night, she wasn't that hungry. After there were only a few bones of the mouse was left, Iris began grooming herself.
Her tongue ran over all the small scars she had collected over the moons. Not that they made her any less attractive, in her own opinion anyway. She was a lilac, lynx point cat. Her face and front legs were a blue gray tabby. her back legs and tail were more of a cinnamon tabby. She knew her coloring was out of the ordinary, but she didn't care. Her eyes were striking as well. A steely blue that looked like a deep lavender in the rising and setting sun.
Iris rolled onto her back leisurely, closing her eyes, ready for a good afternoon nap. The birds were singing and the warm sunlight was seeping through her soft, glossy fur. She had never been so relaxed in her life.