The grasses had just begun to come to life.

The yellow-brown of winter had already begun to fade to a vivid green. Catalina moved elegantly on long legs, gliding easily through the sea of green. She was a beautiful thing, with her honey-and-milk coloring and her vivid multi-colored eyes -- but there was an air of nonchalance to the way she poised her slender body. She carried her head high, a mark of the self-certainty she held within her -- not quite haughtiness, but a little more than mere confidence.

The day was young and bright, with wide blue skies and warm temperatures. It seemed almost impossible that only a short time ago, winter had left the grasslands barren and empty.

Catalina came to stop atop a small rise in the rolling grassland, turning her head to survey her surroundings. Little birds chirped and flitted in the distance, happy and fat from their diet of new berries and young insects. The soft scratch of rabbits digging away could be heard faintly, but Catalina felt no inclination to hunt. She was more interested in finding a companion of her own species, given that she had only recently made her way into Moladion.

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