The small light brown teen was slowly making her way through the brightly colored land. Her paws gently brushed past every delicate rose, tulip, petunia. You name it, Mocha saw it. The lass sighed. She vaguely remembered playing in a meadow with her siblings... but who? She'd been orphaned at a young age, but for some reason she could not remember what ever happened to her family.
Blank icy blue orbs scanned the field. A slight shiver through the flowers signified a rabbit or mouse or such; but she wasn't hungry enough to track on and kill it. Mocha was feeling empty right now. She had no friends. But her eyes and soul brightened when she remembered she didn't need friends in this vibrant colored field. She was such a kid still in so many ways.
You could see this soft chesnut teen bounding through the flowers, obviously hot on the tail of a blue butterfly. It's intricate wings flapped delicately away from the teen, rising higher amd higher into the blue unknown with every flap. Mocha sat down and started to groom herself, almost embarrassed. She wasn't sure if she'd been seen being so foolish, but if she had, well, let's just say she hated making a fool of herself. She wished to be a sophisticated teen, but... it didn't fit her.
{I've changed her personality a little bit, she's growin' up and I figured... welp... she's changed a little bit from the description I gave you.}
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