Wildflower

Misha yawned and stretched, beginning to walk further more into the tall grass plains. She blinked twice and sat down, taking a rest. Misha began panting, hanging her tongue out of her mouth- breathing heavily. It was Summer, and she hated it. Since her coat was mostly thicker than others because she was born in the winter- it had always been her blanket. But, in the Summer, it had been her fire.

Misha turned her head up and looked at the morning sun, squinting her eyes. It almost hurt to look at it. Misha stood up and shook her fur, still panting. She hated panting, it made her throat and tongue dry, making her want more water. She swallowed down her scratchy throat, hearing her stomach growl.

'Where's the prey around here?' Misha thought to herself, sniffing the dry, hot air around her.